Chapter 529: Chapter 518: The Sword Cultivator Father
Immortal Sword?
The speaker was an elder from the Artifact Refining Sect. Although the Artifact Refining Sect cannot compare with major sects like the Tianyan Sect or Wuji Sect, their overall strength was not low either. It is said that their sect’s forbidden ground contains an Immortal Spirit Spring, which is why they have been able to refine an Immortal Artifact once every thousand years.
This elder from the Artifact Refining Sect held a high status. He had auctioned a Half-Immortal Artifact he refined during the last auction. Since he has spoken, the sword in Ye Qiu’s hands must undoubtedly be an Immortal Sword!
The eyes of many cultivators began to burn with eagerness, especially the Sword Cultivators. Which Sword Cultivator wouldn’t want to possess an Immortal Sword?
However, Immortal Swords are ultimately rare. Even the Artifact Refining Sect has only successfully refined one Immortal Sword to date. The sword is too sharp, and even with the best ores and Immortal Spirit Qi, it’s difficult to endow it with a spirit, unless an existing soul is sealed inside it, like the residual soul of a spiritual beast, etc. However, in doing so, the resulting Immortal Sword would always be low-grade, just like the one previously refined by the Artifact Refining Sect, which contained the residual soul of a long-dead Jiao Dragon and could never be upgraded.
Yet, the sword in Ye Qiu’s hand was completely different. Although also a low-grade amongst Immortal Swords, the spirit within it was still naive. What did that indicate? It indicated that the Sword Spirit formed naturally, suggesting that it still had potential to grow. In the future, with better ores or some other fortuitous encounters, it might grow into a mid-grade or even top-grade Immortal Sword.
A top-grade Immortal Sword! Such a thing had never appeared in the Canglan World before!
Amidst the envious and jealous gazes of the crowd, Ye Qiu wielded the Shenghong Sword.
As the sword was drawn, it was evident how formidable a Sword Cultivator augmented by an Immortal Sword could be. An expert in the Mahayana Realm, a cultivation level much higher than Ye Qiu’s, was unexpectedly unable to gain the upper hand but was forced to merely defend.
"Truly an Immortal Sword!" the cultivators below exclaimed.
"No, it’s not just the sword. Ye Qiu is also very formidable, his combat consciousness is strong. Otherwise, he couldn’t wield this Immortal Sword. Look closely, he doesn’t waste a single move or a strand of Spiritual Energy," explained someone beside him, watching Ye Qiu’s attacking moves with even greater intensity.
Lin Shen clenched his teeth, desperately hoping Ye Qiu would fall, yet the situation in the arena made him feel like he was daydreaming.
Why is the Heavenly Dao so unfair? Why do all the good things happen to Ye Qiu and his father, Ye Sheng?
If Ye Qiu knew about Lin Shen’s internal grumbling, he’d probably laugh. Who is the Heavenly Dao really favoring?
Lin Shen, a cultivator with Five Spirit Roots, originally couldn’t even enter the Outer Sect of Tianyan Sect, yet he was unexpectedly taken in by Master Wu’an as a direct disciple in Four Seasons Peak.
Ordinarily, cultivators with Five Spirit Roots can hardly think about ascension, and even achieving Foundation Establishment is rare, but look at Lin Shen’s cultivation speed. Before he turned a hundred, he had already reached the Void Refining Stage, quicker than many cultivators with a Single Spirit Root!
Not to mention his other various fortuitous encounters. Everyone can complain about the unfairness of the Heavenly Dao except him, Lin Shen.
"I didn’t expect him to be so formidable," Lin Shen muttered gloomily to himself when unexpectedly, Master Wu’an appeared beside him.
"Master," Lin Shen said darkly, his murderous aura not yet receded, "Your disciple presumes too much."
"It doesn’t matter," Master Wu’an didn’t mind his disciple’s hostility towards fellow sect members at all. The path of cultivation is indeed difficult and one must follow his heart. Since the disciple felt troubled by Ye Sheng and his son, he naturally needed to find a way to resolve it.
"Ye Sheng is right over there, but his father, Ye Qiu is already so powerful, you probably won’t have a chance to resolve your Heart Demon," said Master Wu’an.
Upon hearing this, Lin Shen’s eyes narrowed cruelly, "Isn’t there a Life and Death Arena after the Thousand-Year Ranking? Once you’re in the Life and Death Arena, even Ye Qiu with all his might can’t intervene."
"What if Ye Sheng doesn’t participate?" asked Master Wu’an, still expressionless.
"Not going up?" Lin Shen sneered, "He won’t have a choice when the time comes, unless he and his two spiritual beasts don’t want revenge."
Master Wu’an glanced at his disciple, unaware of what he had mastered, and while he had no intention of interfering, he couldn’t let his hard-taught disciple die at the hands of an Artifact Refiner.
"This is a Killing Array I obtained from a cave dwelling; bring it to the arena when the time comes."
Lin Shen glanced inside his storage bag, his eyes growing crazier: "Thank you, Master."
"He won, he won!"
"Five consecutive wins! Achieving five consecutive wins so quickly at the Body Integration Realm, such a thing has never happened before!"
"As expected, the Tianyan Sect is formidable."
While Master Wu’an and Lin Shen were whispering, Ye Qiu had already swiftly ended the fight, and the scene erupted in cheers. Master Wu’an involuntarily furrowed his brows, wondering who was more formidable between him and Ye Qiu now?
Due to Ye Qiu’s consecutive victories, Tianyan Sect’s reputation soared even higher, but in the following days, disciples from other sects and large families also told everyone that they were just as capable.
Following Ye Qiu’s six consecutive wins, a previously unseen direct disciple of the Jiang Family achieved five consecutive wins at the Initial stage of integration at the age of two hundred. The Sect Leader’s son from the Wuji Sect achieved four consecutive wins at the Late Void Refining Stage at the age of one hundred fifty. Noteworthy were also the Buddha’s son from Ten Thousand Buddha Sect, the successor from Ji Family, the Young Master from Feng Family, etc., all under three hundred years old challenging higher levels without a single defeat.
But it wasn’t just Ye Qiu from Tianyan Sect, both Ye Sheng and Lin Shen were also challenging, and they were all under a hundred years old, having also never lost.
By now, Lin Shen had already secured four consecutive wins, and Ye Sheng three consecutive wins, which made it clear that Tianyan Sect was in the lead.
"If I remember correctly, they all come from the Small Thousand World of Xuanyuan Realm, could it be that such a small world produces geniuses?" someone speculated.
"Which world lacks geniuses? Perhaps it’s just a coincidence!"
"Look quickly, Lin Shen is barely holding on," someone suddenly exclaimed.
Those beside him had their eyes fixed on the ongoing action, and on hearing this, shrugged their shoulders: "Even if he is a genius, he’s just a cultivator in the Void Refining Stage who isn’t even a hundred years old. It’s already impressive enough that he’s held out this long."
Lin Shen now clenched his teeth, his eyes filled with blood veins, glaring fiercely at his opponent.
The people from Feng Family are truly cunning, knowing his attack is powerful and continuously stalling for time. The longer it lasts, the more it works against him. Yet, the opponent has a very mysterious Cultivation Technique, with eight out of ten attacks missing their mark. If this continues, he really will be defeated.
It’s not acceptable, Ye Sheng hasn’t lost yet, how could he allow himself to lose?
Ever since he joined the Tianyan Sect, everyone has said he wasn’t as good as Ye Sheng, but he won’t believe that nonsense.
So what if Ye Sheng has a father who is a Sword Master? He is no longer who he used to be. Even if Ye Sheng used the Dark Blue Ice Flame against him now, he wouldn’t be afraid.
With that thought, Lin Shen’s brown eyes turned pitch black as if they could suck everything into them, while a black flame emerged from his hand.