One Man, One Sword, and the Cultivators Quaked

One Man, One Sword, and the Cultivators Quaked

Before Qingping Mountain, deep in the night,

More than a dozen figures turned into streaks of light and rushed up the mountain without a word.

Jiang Sheng stood with his sword in hand. His voice was clear, yet carried a murderous chill. "Those still on the mountain after three breaths will be slain!"

Ning Kang stared at Jiang Sheng, who made no effort to conceal his aura atop the mountain, his eyes filled with savagery. "I want him dead!"

"If he doesn't die, we can't obtain the treasure!" Lei Zhen said darkly as well.

Chen Ping glanced at the few figures around them. "These people all came up the mountain after seeing that azure light. They will definitely clash with Jiang Sheng too. There's no need for us to rush."

Just as Chen Ping had expected, those climbing the mountain paid no heed to Jiang Sheng's words. One after another, they charged upward with their heads down, clearly intending to force their way up.

"Do you really take this poor Daoist for clay?"

A cold glint flashed through Jiang Sheng's eyes, and the Azure Duckweed Sword in his hand gave a series of soft hums.

Fixing his gaze on the figure rushing at the very front, Jiang Sheng immediately swung his sword.

A streak of azure sword qi shot forth, slicing apart everything in its path. Seeing the astonishing sword qi hurtling toward him, the cultivator at the front was so frightened that he hurriedly struck out to block it.

A large, spectral green palm formed from spiritual energy met the sword qi Jiang Sheng had unleashed.

Chen Ping looked somewhat surprised. "Poison Palm Kang Xing?"

The next instant, the spiritual-energy palm was cleaved apart by the sword qi.

The sword qi swept onward without losing momentum. Poison Palm Kang Xing, hiding behind the spiritual-energy palm, could only watch as the azure sword qi pierced through his body, leaving behind a single scream.

"Ah!"

Kang Xing, who had been rushing forward just moments ago, was cut cleanly in two by the sword qi the next instant.

Yet the cultivators on either side paid no attention at all to Kang Xing's grisly death. Spell after spell came flying toward Jiang Sheng in succession.

First came a dense barrage of icy needles, splashing toward Jiang Sheng like rain. Then dozens of golden spears whistled down like falling meteors.

Recognizing the familiar techniques and unmistakable fluctuations of spiritual power, Chen Ping could not help crying out, "Torrential Rain Ice Needles Han Qianli and Golden Spear Zhang Han? They came too?"

Yet in the face of that dense waterfall of ice needles and meteor shower of golden spears, Jiang Sheng remained utterly calm.

"Paltry tricks."

With a casual toss of two yellow talismans, the talismans instantly transformed into two blazing masses of flame, swelling to a size of thirty feet.

The roaring flames swallowed the barrage of ice needles and the golden spear meteors, dissolving Han Qianli and Zhang Han's attacks.

Before Han Qianli and Zhang Han could even express their shock, an azure streak of sword qi flew out from each of the two blazing flames.

The sword qi expanded with the wind until it was three feet long. After piercing through the flames, it arrived before Han Qianli and Zhang Han in the blink of an eye.

The two had no time even to defend themselves before the sword qi beheaded them.

The two Foundation Establishment cultivators, who had made such an impressive display moments earlier, were separated from their heads without even letting out a scream, tumbling into the mountain forest.

Not only Chen Ping—even Zhao Hong was utterly horrified.

Poison Palm Kang Xing, Torrential Rain Ice Needles Han Qianli, and Golden Spear Zhang Han were all Foundation Establishment rogue cultivators who had made names for themselves in Sea Commandery.

Yet now, none of the three had withstood even a single move from Jiang Sheng. In almost the blink of an eye, they had died and vanished from the world!

Ning Kang's eyes reddened at the sight. "We can't hesitate any longer! If we don't make a move now, everyone else will be scared off by Jiang Sheng!"

Lei Zhen said as well, "Fellow Daoist Chen, you saw that azure light shooting into the heavens just now. What sort of heavenly treasure was that?"

"If we don't act now, we won't get another chance!"

Chen Ping gritted his teeth. "Attack!"

The next instant, Chen Ping, Ning Kang, and Lei Zhen no longer concealed their auras or spiritual pressure. They charged toward Jiang Sheng in a triangular formation.

"Fellow Daoists! A rare treasure has emerged in these mountains. Everyone should have a share—how can we willingly let one man claim it all?"

"A rare treasure has appeared in Sea Commandery. If anyone is taking it, it should be cultivators of Sea Commandery! What right does Jiang Sheng, a man from Dongjun, have to seize the treasure of our Sea Commandery?!"

Spurred on by Chen Ping and the others, two more people immediately rushed forward.

"What these gentlemen say is right!"

"We have strength in numbers. How can we fear Jiang Sheng?"

Jiang Sheng watched the five figures rushing toward him with cold eyes, his gaze as still as an ancient well.

Ning Kang was the first to attack. He poured all his strength into the Frostblade Saber, which transformed into a freezing blade fifteen feet long and slashed toward Jiang Sheng.

Chen Ping followed at once, channeling his mana and summoning dozens of fire sparrows toward Jiang Sheng.

Lei Zhen let out a thunderous roar. Between his hands, he condensed an azure-white lightning sphere radiating a terrifying aura, then hurled it directly forward.

The remaining two also attacked in turn, unleashing streams of fire talismans and seven spiritual-bladed magical artifacts.

For a moment, all manner of spells filled Jiang Sheng's vision. The five Foundation Establishment cultivators had attacked with the intent to fight Jiang Sheng to the death.

"Paltry tricks!"

Jiang Sheng formed a hand seal with his left hand. Sword light flickered over the Azure Duckweed Sword in his right. The next instant, the Azure Duckweed Sword flew from his hand, transforming into an azure streak that shot away.

The azure sword light met the Frostblade Saber first. At a single collision with the azure sword light, cracks spread across the fifteen-foot frost blade. Ning Kang, who was controlling the Frostblade Saber, turned pale as blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.

The next instant, under Ning Kang's terrified gaze, the azure sword light smashed the Frostblade Saber apart. The fifteen-foot Frostblade Saber shattered directly into a field of ice fragments.

With his magical artifact destroyed, Ning Kang's aura weakened under the backlash.

But the azure sword light had no intention of letting Ning Kang off.

Seeing that terrifying azure radiance whistling toward him, Ning Kang cried out, "Fellow Daoist Chen, Fellow Daoist Lei, save me!"

Chen Ping and Lei Zhen inwardly cursed. The two hurriedly attacked, trying to stop that terrifying azure radiance.

Yet the next instant, the azure radiance flashed and split into three out of thin air!

"Division of sword light?!"

Amid Chen Ping and Lei Zhen's horrified cries, two streaks of azure sword light flew toward them respectively, while the remaining one shot out like a startled swan, traversing three thousand feet.

Ning Kang, who had been crying for help moments before, had now fallen silent.

Out of the corners of their eyes, Chen Ping and Lei Zhen saw a line of blood appear across Ning Kang's throat. The next moment, that fine head rolled straight off his body.

But Chen Ping and Lei Zhen had no mind to spare for Ning Kang now. The two azure streaks tangled around them, leaving them utterly unable to divide their attention.

Meanwhile, after beheading Ning Kang, the remaining azure streak came whistling toward them once more.

The two remaining Foundation Establishment cultivators saw the azure radiance that had slain Ning Kang charge at them. Their souls nearly fled their bodies in fright as they hastily urged the mass of fire talismans and seven spiritual-bladed magical artifacts forward to meet it.

Jiang Sheng formed a hand seal with his right hand. As spiritual power surged, that azure radiance abruptly transformed into lightning.

Before anyone could react, the mass of fire talismans and the seven spiritual blades were suddenly shredded by invisible sword qi. Even the hearts of the two rogue cultivators were ground through by the sword qi.

Only then did a clap of thunder explode, its echoes lingering on.

Looking at the azure radiance that had somehow returned to Jiang Sheng's side, Chen Ping and Lei Zhen's faces had already gone deathly pale.

"Sword qi thunderclap?!"

Not only Chen Ping and Lei Zhen—Zhao Hong, Zhao Rui, and Zhao Jun were all horrified beyond measure.

He was only at late Foundation Establishment, yet he could already wield sword qi thunderclap. And just now, he had split one sword radiance into three—that was unmistakably division of sword light.

What terrifying talent!

"Fellow Daoist Chen, he will never spare us. Fight him to the death!"

Lei Zhen shouted as he pushed his cultivation technique to its limit, intending to battle Jiang Sheng to the bitter end.

But the next instant, an azure light flashed past Lei Zhen's eyes, followed immediately by the roaring sound of thunder.

Lei Zhen opened his mouth, and his vision began to spin.

When his head struck the ground, Lei Zhen's mouth was still open as if he wanted to say something. But in the next breath, the light faded from his eyes.

Chen Ping's entire body went limp with terror at the sight. Too terrifying, too terrifying!

Jiang Sheng was far too terrifying!

Kang Xing was dead. Han Qianli was dead. Zhang Han was dead. Ning Kang and Lei Zhen were dead as well, along with those two skulking figures!

Jiang Sheng, with one man and one sword, had slain seven Foundation Establishment cultivators in less than a quarter of an hour!

Such a gulf in strength left Chen Ping unable to muster even the will to resist.

Looking at the cold figure in azure robes and a jade crown standing in midair, Chen Ping was dazed for a moment, as though he saw a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood behind Jiang Sheng.

Just as Chen Ping was about to beg for mercy, an azure light suddenly appeared, growing larger and larger before his eyes.

Sword qi surged. A deep sword scar appeared amid the mountain forest, while Chen Ping opened his mouth and split apart from the crown of his head, warm blood splashing everywhere.

Another Foundation Establishment cultivator renowned throughout Sea Commandery had died.

At some point, the mountain forest had fallen completely silent. Those lucky enough to survive stared fearfully at the Daoist in the sky.

After an unknown period of silence, someone finally stepped forward again.

This time, it was Zhao Hong, the Grand Elder of the Zhao Clan of Purple Mansion.

Just as those cultivators were hoping that Zhao Hong, a late Foundation Establishment cultivator, could stop Jiang Sheng, who resembled a god of slaughter, Zhao Hong called out loudly, "Daoist Jiang! This old man heard that someone had come to disturb your peaceful cultivation, so I brought the clan's juniors to lend you a hand!"

At that shout, the hearts of every surviving cultivator turned utterly cold.

Jiang Sheng looked at Zhao Hong, as well as Zhao Rui and Zhao Jun behind him. After a moment of silence, he said, "Thank you for your trouble, Fellow Daoist Zhao."

Zhao Hong did not feel the slightest embarrassment. He surveyed the Sea Commandery Foundation Establishment cultivators, who had either been beheaded or cleaved directly in two, then said in realization, "So Daoist Jiang has already eliminated these wicked cultivators. It seems this old man arrived too late."

"Since that is the case, this old man will not disturb Daoist Jiang's peaceful cultivation."

With that, Zhao Hong hurried away with Zhao Rui and Zhao Jun, displaying none of the bearing of the Zhao Clan of Purple Mansion in Sea Commandery.

Jiang Sheng watched the three leave, then glanced at the rogue cultivators hiding in the forest, too afraid to make a sound. With a casual wave, he used spiritual power to draw over the storage bags and magical artifacts of Chen Ping, Lei Zhen, and the others. His voice was calm as water. "I will leave you one quarter of an hour. Those who remain on the mountain afterward—this poor Daoist will show no further mercy."

At his words, the trembling rogue cultivators hidden in the forest hurried down the mountain without daring to look back, afraid of angering Jiang Sheng and being slain by a streak of sword qi.

After those rogue cultivators fled like startled birds and beasts, Jiang Sheng glanced once more at the mountain forest before turning and returning to the cave dwelling.

The area before the cave dwelling was also a complete mess. Bai Shang had killed an unknown number of wild beasts before frightening off those creatures that had lost their minds.

Seeing Jiang Sheng return, Bai Shang quickly cleared a clean path. It had been watching Jiang Sheng's battle closely the entire time.

Watching Jiang Sheng kill Foundation Establishment cultivators one sword at a time as though slaughtering chickens, Bai Shang did not feel much better than those rogue cultivators.

Strolling back into the ancient residence, Jiang Sheng looked at the Jade-Green Lotus swaying in the pool and finally sheathed the Azure Duckweed Sword.

"The uninvited guests are gone. Once this poor Daoist collects the Jade-Green Lotus, Fellow Daoist Bai may return to Qingxuan Temple with me."

Second update, still three thousand words~

Watching everyone else show off their third round, Lin Yuan's inner bitterness was beyond words.

All he could do was eat one more bowl of rice tonight. Sob, sob, sob, sob.

(End of chapter)

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