Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
The Martial Arts Department (MAD) of Lingzhou City.
The chief’s office, which had been silent for a long time.
“What the hell!”
Finally recovering his senses, Cheng Dongfeng exclaimed in shock, “For real? Jiang He… grasped sword will?”
“What do you think?”
Duan Tianhe, on the other hand, was much more composed. He promptly recovered from his brief shock and laughed out loud, “The kid must be joking with you. Sword will… sword will…”
“He’s practicing blade techniques. Why would he grasp sword will?”
“Moreover, his cultivation is only rank-seven advanced. If he really did grasp sword will, wouldn’t the rank-nine individuals who never grasped the Boundary of Wills for years have to end themselves?”
Clearly, Duan Tianhe had not learnt of the news that Jiang He had reach rank-eight pinnacle. It was no secret, however, since Jiang He had displayed his cultivation back in Jiangnan already.
Even so, it takes time for information to spread, and Duan Tianhe did not go out of his way to gather such information.
Putting aside his task, he lit himself a cigarette and went to stand beside the window, staring out at Jinyintan Village in the distance, chuckling, “Wasn’t he asking you about the Boundary of Wills a few days ago? He might have thought of joking about it today.”
“Grasping sword will, causing a phenomenon… it’s all nonsense—eh?”
Duan Tianhe’s eyes widened before he finished, almost choking on the puff of smoke when he breathed!
It was noontime, but the sun was not out, and the skies above was gloomy.
Even so, Jiang He noticed that the skies above Jinyintan Village seemed to have been slice through by a sword. Sunlight was descending from the opening in a beautiful golden glimmer.
Soon, however, the slice gloomy clouds converged as if nothing had happened at all.
Duan Tianhe blinked, and blankly turned his head, leveling his eyes straight at Cheng Dongfeng.
Feeling goosebumps from being stared at, he clutched his crotch by reflex, exclaiming, “Why are you looking at me like that, Old Duan? Didn’t your wife just move here?”
“…”
Duan Tianhe withheld the retort that was on the tip of his tongue.
He only spoke after a long time, asking, “Old Cheng… what if Jiang He really grasped Sword Will?”
???
Amused, Cheng Dongfeng replied, “What do you think?”
“Whatever. Maybe I’m jumping at shadows.”
Duan Tianhe shook his head, unwilling to continue on that topic. “Anyway, the Sky Demon Cult doesn’t seem to be giving up on Lingzhou City.”
“Information from the higher-ups indicate that a large group of elites had set of, with their First Elder and Right Sentinel both leaving their headquarters. Minister Wang had spoken to several old martial clans in Xibei, and they would send their own elites to guard Lingzhou City in the next few days.”
“Old Cheng, have intelligence keep an eye out. The last villages and towns are moving here soon so we definitely must not be careless, and prevent the Sky Demon Cultists from infiltrating the city.”
Cheng Dongfeng nodded in agreement and cursed, “What are those pests from the Sky Demon Cult up to?”
“Does our city really hold so much value when not even birds take a dump here? How dare they still show up after Minister Wang made a clean sweep of all five sacred grounds and coming to an agreement to them?”
Cheng Dongfeng, who never really liked to use his brain suddenly had a twinkle in his eye at that, “Could there be heritage site and treasure be hidden underneath Lingzhou City?”
Duan Tianhe facepalmed, blue with shock.
Cheng Dongfeng was a good person in many ways, aside from his greed for wealth!
***
Back in Jiang He’s farm.
Dragon-Slaying Saber in hand, Jiang He was cutting his finger.
But something awkward happened.
He had cut himself three times, but that did not even break his skin.
After cultivating the Nine Heavenly Star Body Formula, his physical defense had developed considerably. He would never cut himself if he used a slight bit of his strength, just as he was afraid of cutting a finger if he slashed too firmly.
Thought martial arts grandmasters have immaculate control over their own strength, Jiang He had improved too quickly to become accustomed with his own strength, and so had to use ‘finger cutting’ to master his own strength.
Jiang He sighed even as he cut his finger.
Was he not the one and only martial artists who trained by cutting his own finger?
“It’s lucky my body is strong and probably would not get sick. Otherwise, if I’m going to need an IV drip, I would need a divine-tier nurse and S-grade alloy needles to inject into my veins.”
After approximately a dozen cuts with increasing strength every turn… Jiang He eventually became irritated.
Boom-crack!
Jiang He slashed out, the Dragon-Slaying Saber sparking with bolts as a ten-meter thunder slash shot out instantly.
Snikt~
Finally, Jiang He managed to cut his finger.
Delighted, Jiang He quickly drew out his Scarlet Flame Sword and firmly squeezed out a drop of blood from the cut.
Ooom!
The moment the blood drop reached, the Scarlet Flame Sword flashed in crimson radiance. In the next instant, it turned into a streak of scarlet light and flew in between Jiang He’s brows.
He used his inner vision.
Jiang He realized in shock then that the Scarlet Flame Sword had lingered over the sea of swords, and appeared to be resonating unusually with the luminous sword Jiang He himself had awakened, humming and vibrating without end.
The vibration lasted for over four minutes, before the luminous sword slipped within the Scarlet Flame Sword in a flash.
“What the hell!”
Jiang He was shocked.
My superpower… is gone?
And yet, when he glanced at the System Panel, he saw that Royal Sword was still there in the ‘Ability’ list.
“My superpower must have combined with the soul weapon.”
Jiang He then had a thought.
Swish!
A crimson light shot out between Jiang He’s brows, bursting against the wind and instantly turning into a fiery longsword, rolling and somersaulting in the air above his farm.
Pointing pretentiously into the distance, Jiang He cried, “Go!”
Whoosh!
The crimson light moved at his thought, stabbing out instantly before coming to a stop 800 meters away.
It was until the Scarlet Flame Sword stopped that the sharp burst of air echoed—because the weapon had moved too quick and far beyond the speed of sound.
The Scarlet Flame Sword returned with a wave from Jiang He’s hand, returning to his mind’s eye and charging.
“My spirit could only extend up to eight hundred meters… If my spirit could radiate away up to eight thousand or even eighty thousand meters, I might really be able to take a person’s head from a thousand miles away one day.”
Hence getting a good mood, Jiang He hummed a tune as he left the farm.
There still many stuffs yet to be planted, but there was no need to rush.
There must be balance between work and play, after all.
Having sowed crops for hours, he should have some rest.
Returning inside his mansion, Jiang He turned on his phone, and a news alert promptly popped up on his screen…
“Feral King Invades City: In the Direst Moment, The Finest of Hua Nation’s Martial Scene Appears And Slays The Beast…”
His attention caught, Jiang He clicked on the article which had a reasonable description, which did hold truth for what had happened on that day. Still, after clicking on the article and its attached video clip, he could not help becoming bemused—
In the video, someone was punching the air in the chaotic city of Jiangnan and cheering at the direction of the horizon.
His cheers slowly spread, and in the end, almost everyone in Jiangnan city cheered together:
“Cheers to the Hua Nation, cheers to Minister Wang!”
“Cheers to the Hua Nation, cheers to Minister Wang!!!”
Jiang He recovered at that and muttered, “Aren’t those voices post-edit synthetic?”
Wasn’t “Minister Wang is awesome, Minister Wang attaboy” the slogan that was being chanted at the time?
