Translator: Larbre Studio Editor: Larbre Studio
In the middle of the Pluto Sword Tomb, there was a pyramid mausoleum that absorbed all the energy from its surroundings. It being in the center symbolizes its importance as the center of Heaven and Earth.
Meanwhile in the palace.
Veins were building on Wang Jie’s face. He was agitated. “Father, Ling Feiyu is too arrogant! I’m the eldest son of the Clan Leader, and I’ve apologized to her, but she does not accept it. I can endure the humiliation, but she’s being disrespectful to you, tarnishing your reputation and honor. I can’t tolerate this, Father.”
Wang Jie did not get Ling Feiyu’s forgiveness even though he had knelt before her for the entire night.
He was a Half-Saint and the son of the Clan Leader. Ling Feiyu might be a Sword Saint, but this was a huge humiliation to him.
The whole tribe of Guardians of the Prison were laughing at him. Particularly, Shi Ren must have made fun of him behind his back.
He could not take the humiliation, therefore he stood up and rushed to the Sword Mausoleum and ranted to his father.
The Clan Leader of The Guardian of the Prisons, Wang Beilie, stared at Wang Jie with cold eyes. “Endurance is the key. You’re a Half-Saint now, how could you act impulsively? When will you learn to be thoughtful?”
“Ling Feiyu is one of the Nine Leaders of the Demonic Sect. Three hundred years ago, she already achieved the Peak of the Heavenly Realm when she was only nineteen years old. Then, she was crowned as the most talented one among her peers, known as the Saintess. Nobody could out-win her.”
“And now, her cultivation has advanced, along with her strength and her exquisite sword techniques. Even I as the clan leader have to pay respect to her.”
“Besides, Ling Feiyu is here at the Pluto Sword Tomb to fulfill her oath pledged to Heaven-Burier Sword, to fight the Immortal Vampires. She will leave when the Immortal Vampires are defeated.”
“Having said that, your enemy isn’t Ling Feiyu, but Shi Ren. To be the Young Clan Leader, you have to be better than Shi Ren. Besides, make some alliances along the way to pave your way to be the next Clan Leader.”
Wang Jie would never move past his hatred towards Ling Feiyu, but he did not dare to show it to his father.
The name “Shi Ren” made Wang Jie snort. “I’m already a Level Five Half-Saint cultivation, but Shi Ren is only at Level Two. I don’t see what the old folks see in him. It makes no sense for them to support him instead of me.”
Then suddenly he lifted his head to look at his father as if remembering something. “Shi Ren and Zhang Ruochen are close, plus, Zhang Ruochen is accused of colluding with the Immortal Vampires. If we can prove this, we can defeat Shi Ren.”
Wang Beilie nodded in agreement, but his eyes seemed concerned, “Zhang Ruochen is a trouble indeed. A wanted felon, and a suspect spy of the Immortal Vampires. If Sword Saint Xuanji was dead, I would have kicked him out of the Pluto Sword Tomb.”
Sword Saint Xuanji was backing Zhang Ruochen. No one dared to challenge him without giving a second thought. Wang Beilie, too, was aware of this.
Wang Jie on other hand, did not consider that much. To him, siding with Shi Ren meant he’s a potential threat that’d obstruct him from being the Clan Leader. A threat he had to get rid of.
Wang Jie snorted again. “All the evidence is showing that Zhang Ruochen is the spy of the Immortal Vampires. Had Ling Feiyu not spoken for him, he would have been beheaded the other night.”
Wang Jie could tell Ling Feiyu was biased toward Zhang Ruochen. So could Wang Beilie.
“Nevertheless, Zhang Ruochen is the Keeper of the Taotian Sword. If we want him dead, it should not be us doing the job. Others might say we are ungrateful,” said Wang Beilie.
Wang Jie flashed his eyes and asked, “Father, are you saying we have plans to take him down, through the hands of others?”
Wang Beilie’s expression remained unchanged. He answered, “In two days’ time, Little Saint God Wan Zhaoyi and the Saint Lady will pay us a visit at the Pluto Sword Tomb. They are here to discuss the strategies of defeating the Immortal Vampires. You should welcome them when they are here.” Wang Beilie did not say much, but Wang Jie knew what his father meant.
Taking Zhang Ruochen down by leveraging the influence of the imperial court was indeed a wise plan.
Get others to do the fighting for you.
Even Ling Feiyu could not go against the imperial court. By that time, Zhang Ruochen would be eliminated from the game. It would be better if Shi Ren could be dragged into it.
…
Ling Feiyu’s cave abode was a sacred mountain located at the other side of the Pluto Sword Tomb, called by the name Bamboo Mountain. The place was filled with Spiritual Qi.
Zhang Ruochen was here too, since he could not leave.
Although Ling Feiyu knew most of Zhang Ruochen’s secrets, she had no idea about the Universe Spiritual Map.
Of course, Zhang Ruochen would not present the map to her.
He could not enter the map and had to stay at the Bamboo Mountain to practice his Dragon and Elephant Prajna Palm. During the training, he had to absorb the power of Divine Blood that was hidden inside his blood and muscles.
Within half a day, Zhang Ruochen struck a thousand and three hundred palms consecutively. The strike of the palms was deafening, and could be heard even at the distance of a hundred miles away.
The Dragon and Elephant Prajna Palm was a divine masculine energy that was fierce and powerful. Zhang Ruochen had succeeded the cultivation of the Ninth Palm. The energy warmed his body with the heat of a flaming sun.
Followed by each palm strike, the heat was transferred to the surroundings and melted the ground.
Zhang Ruochen took a deep long breath and retracted his arms slowly. The heat was ebbed away like the tides.
“I have absorbed half of the strength of the Divine Blood. Two more days and I shall be done absorbing it.”
Zhang Ruochen could feel his power had strengthened a little more.
“To have succeeded in cultivating the Ninth Palm at your current age, you are far ahead of your peers.”
Ling Feiyu appeared in front of Zhang Ruochen unexpectedly, about ten meters away.
She was wearing the same lilac blouse and covered her face with a veil. Her whole body was emanating a saintly light, which complemented her mysterious and alluring beauty.
Zhang Ruochen showed no fear in the face of a Sword Saint. He was composed and calm as usual. “I’m surprised to be complimented by Sword Saint Feiyu.”
“Nothing to be surprised about. If it wasn’t for your talent, I wouldn’t have saved you the other night.” Ling Feiyu replied lightly.
Zhang Ruochen smiled in reply.
It was true. If Ling Feiyu had not saved him from the Pluto Sword Tomb, he would have been dead by now.
Ling Feiyu said, “Come with me, I will show you a place.”
“Where?” asked Zhang Ruochen.
“You will find out when you are there.”
Her reply ended with a slashing sound. Ling Feiyu had diminished into a purple light ray and flew to the top of the bamboo forest.
Zhang Ruochen caught up with Ling Feiyu using his Luan Phoenix Deity Print Speed. There were flames beneath his feet as if he was stepping on a Phoenix.
Ling Feiyu was testing Zhang Ruochen so she did not go on at full speed.
The chase went on for another two thousand miles and finally, Ling Feiyu landed in a black wilderness.
Zhang Ruochen landed shortly after her.
The black wilderness was freezing cold. Any water that came in contact with the ground would be frozen to ice cubes immediately.
However, there was a volcano somewhere further away from the wilderness.
The two powers of ice and fire were in alignment with each other.
Zhang Ruochen lifted his head to stare at the sky. Black stormy clouds were pressing against the ground, and lightning strikes could be seen in between the cloud line and the ground. It was the image of when the world was born.
“Where is this?”
Zhang Ruochen looked serious.
“This is the Sword Tomb.”
Ling Feiyu stepped into the black wilderness and said, “Since the ancient times, this has always been the tomb for all swords. The ground beneath us has buried countless swords and the sword warriors.”
“No one knew about how this place was formed, only the power this place contained.”
“What power?” asked Zhang Ruochen.
Ling Feiyu stared at Zhang Ruochen. “In here, your strength as a sword warrior will multiply. But for other monks, they will be held in prison.”
Zhang Ruochen was surprised by the power the place had.
He stopped and scanned through the surroundings with the Eye of the Deity Print. He was shocked that the rules of sword mastery were stricter, at least ten times more than the outside world.
It was also the only rule that was applicable. There weren’t any other rules of other saintly ways.
One could imagine his sword mastery level would excel in days if one could train in the Sword Tomb.
Zhang Ruochen exclaimed, “I understand now! Ever since the medieval age, the special power was the reason mankind had the prison built in the Sword Tomb.”
If Lord Pluto could not escape, how could the others?
Ling Feiyu answered, “On top of that, the Sword Tomb has another form of power, the power to regenerate.”
“What do you mean?” Zhang Ruochen was confused.
“If you bury a broken sword in the Sword Tomb for centuries, ten centuries, or even a hundred centuries, the broken sword buried would regenerate to its former form, or even excel its initial condition. Of course, swords of higher grade would take more time. The higher the grade of the sword, the longer the time needed.” Ling Feiyu answered.
This was unbelievable in the eyes of others.
But this was from Ling Feiyu. What she said must have been the truth.
