Chapter 205: Casually Crushing The Crimson Sun Martial Saint
Under the watchful eyes of the congregation, a mass of light containing an aura of sharpness shot into the sky, dazzling beyond compare. The Blade Demon and the other two who were speaking were all startled. They even faintly sensed a trace of sense of crisis from that mass of light, as if that sharpness could slice them apart.
“This is…”
Ning Qi smiled and said:
“The energy origins that fell from the sky just now—one elevated the life essence of the Enlightenment Tea Tree, and the other fused with True Martial Mountain’s aura as well as the essence of the earth veins to achieve this sword embryo.”
The congregation suddenly understood.
The three looked over and vaguely saw within that dazzling light a spiritual sword embryo capable of cleaving the void swallowing and spitting sharpness. It was imaginable how astonishing it would be once this sword embryo finished nurturing.
“Such a spiritual sword is exactly fitting for Heavenly Sword Fellow Daoist.” The Blade Demon laughed heartily.
He had no other ideas. For one, what he excelled in was blade dao, and even if he also excelled in sword dao, it would be the same.
There had always been the saying that a treasure sword matches a hero.
Such a peerless spiritual sword.
Ordinary people could not wield it.
The three all had self-awareness. Dragon Mountain Daoist and Qin Yun had even less other ideas; they were simply happy for Ning Qi. Even setting aside feelings, considering only Ning Qi’s contributions to True Martial Sect, this spiritual sword should belong to Ning Qi.
Moreover.
This spiritual sword probably only Ning Qi could wield.
Just the commotion of its current formation had already startled them somewhat.
Treasure light shot into the sky, sharpness overflowing in all directions.
Boom!
After a deafening roar, thunder even descended from the sky!
Streaks of deep purple lightning snakes struck the mass of light, performing tempering.
Golden light condensed in Ning Qi’s eyes as he peered into the origin within. Under the condensing power of the thunder, the sword embryo became even more solid, its power even purer. A spiritual insight emerged in his mind—this thunder tempering shared similarities with the Heavenly Thunder Method he had created before.
Now that he had stepped into the Martial Saint Realm and grasped spiritual power, he had new comprehensions of the Heavenly Thunder Method, undergoing sublimation.
Martial Saints cultivated five elements qi, but from it could evolve many powers, and thunder was one of the extremely domineering kinds. The Heavenly Thunder Method had a very high ceiling and might become one of Ning Qi’s powerful killing methods in the future.
Ning Qi’s eyes revealed anticipation.
The congregation all waited for the moment the sword embryo fully formed.
But things did not go so smoothly.
Ning Qi turned his gaze, golden light surging as he stared at a white cloud in the distant sky. The powerful sense of oppression made the void slightly distort.
The Blade Demon and the other two were somewhat puzzled.
But the next instant.
They all changed color together.
From within that white cloud, a powerful power fluctuation manifested. Behind the white cloud, a white-haired middle-aged man was looking over with slight astonishment, seemingly unaware why his tracks had suddenly been exposed.
“That is… White Cloud Martial Saint!” Dragon Mountain Daoist’s expression grew slightly grave as he recognized the newcomer’s identity.
Ever since the ancient saints emerged, someone had specifically collected information on the ancient saints and spread it. Of course, they did not dare rank them high or low like the Heavenly Human Ranking—offending the ancient saints was impossible. Martial artists only dared to discuss them privately, not openly.
Therefore.
Except for a very few extremely low-key ancient saints, the characteristics of most ancient saints were not secrets.
“Is this for the sword embryo?”
The congregation were no fools. Just seeing the fervor in White Cloud Martial Saint’s eyes toward the sword embryo made it clear why he came.
Ning Qi’s eyes were calm, showing no surprise.
With spiritual energy revival, masses of power origins fell, but not every ancient saint could obtain them as wished. Naturally, some ancient saints would follow the treasure light here. This White Cloud Martial Saint had arrived for some time, probably unable to gauge their actual situation, so he had not revealed himself.
Just now, with the sword embryo’s emergence, he revealed a slight flaw in his excitement.
At this moment.
White Cloud Martial Saint had no intention of retreating. Since he was discovered, he simply watched from afar without speaking, quietly waiting for the sword embryo to fully form.
For such a treasure, it belonged to those fated and capable.
Although that Heavenly Sword Martial Saint had the feat of suppressing Chiyang Martial Saint, his current strength was unknown. Many ancient saints had never met face-to-face, only hearing of each other’s fame across eras, not necessarily convinced of one another.
He was unwilling to just retreat like this.
Qin Yun’s brows furrowed.
He looked coldly at White Cloud Martial Saint opposite, his aura erupting without reservation.
Boom!
The void trembled slightly.
White Cloud Martial Saint’s eyes narrowed.
True Martial Sect had another Martial Saint besides Heavenly Sword Martial Saint?
“But merely a First Realm Martial Saint, nothing to worry about…”
This thought had just risen when his eyes froze.
The Blade Demon and Dragon Mountain Daoist also stood shoulder-to-shoulder with Qin Yun, erupting their auras together.
“Three First Realm Martial Saints! This little True Martial Sect actually has four Martial Saints?”
His heart began to waver.
Although he was a Three-Realm Martial Saint, extremely close to Fourth Realm Martial Saint, he was not invincible. Now facing an unknown Heavenly Sword Martial Saint plus three others, one against four would not be easy.
White Cloud Martial Saint’s heart turned to retreat.
At this time.
His eyes moved, looking toward the sky.
Vast dark clouds were speeding over, at first far away, but in a blink they were near. Upon closer look, they were not dark clouds at all, but waves like black rain, somewhat viscous, like a swamp. A bare-armed burly man strode through the air.
“Heize Martial Saint!”
Light flashed in White Cloud Martial Saint’s eyes.
Things seemed to have turned around.
If he were alone, it would indeed be hard to say now, and he could only retreat. But with more people, there was opportunity. If his aura sense was not wrong, Heize Martial Saint’s strength was not much different from his own.
Strictly speaking.
Both were among the lower tier of ancient saints. The eras they survived in were not too far from now, and living to the present world also involved some luck. Ancient saints were not guaranteed survival just by strength; some extremely lucky ones did not need overwhelming power.
Heize Martial Saint and White Cloud Martial Saint exchanged a glance without speaking, simply stopping at a distance.
The sword embryo was still condensing; no need to act early. Better to observe a bit more.
As he pondered.
Streaks of thunder light flashed again, with booming sounds, but not from the sword embryo’s tempering heavenly thunder—it came from the other side, vast thunderclouds rolling in, even with roaring sounds.
Seeing that purple-robed man standing with hands behind his back, purple thunder patterns on his face, both Heize Martial Saint and White Cloud Martial Saint changed color.
“Mad Thunder Martial Saint!”
This one’s reputation was much louder, in no way inferior to Chiyang Martial Saint. His thunder technique evolved from wood qi was extremely famous. From his undisguised aura, it was clear.
This one had already reached Fourth Realm Martial Saint, and probably not just newly entered.
The two earlier Martial Saints looked grim. In the Martial Saint Realm, the later the stage, the greater the gap—not just in quality and quantity of spiritual power, but after high realms, the more complete the five elements qi, with mutual amplifications surpassing before.
For example, the gap between Fourth Realm Martial Saint and Three-Realm Martial Saint was much larger than between Three-Realm Martial Saint and Second Realm Martial Saint.
Intangibly.
The two Martial Saints drew closer under the pressure, trending toward forming an alliance, otherwise unable to compete with Mad Thunder Martial Saint.
“What a treasure!” Mad Thunder Martial Saint gazed fervently at the sword embryo, laughing toward the sky, completely ignoring the auras from Blade Demon and the other two.
Merely three First Realm Martial Saints— at most showed good luck.
Not enough.
His figure moved, about to rush toward the sword embryo in the void.
But immediately.
He halted in the void, pupils contracting sharply.
Another supremely powerful aura erupted, locking onto him firmly. As if he took one more step, merciless bombardment would follow.
“Fourth Realm Martial Saint. And from this aura and spiritual power, even more vast than mine.” Mad Thunder Martial Saint looked at the distant young daoist, knowing he had celebrated too early.
Heize Martial Saint and White Cloud Martial Saint looked at Ning Qi whose aura erupted in the distance, both startled.
Then somewhat relieved.
This Heavenly Sword Martial Saint could suppress Chiyang Martial Saint; it was indeed no fluke. Even though they had never heard his name before, now it seemed his foundation was deep. Breaking into Fourth Realm Martial Saint in one go on the day of spiritual energy revival was absolutely not simple.
Ning Qi stood with hands behind his back, expression indifferent:
“Fellow Daoists, this sword embryo is a treasure of my True Martial Sect. Retreat.”
He spoke calmly, yet with an irresistible domineering tone.
The three before him were nothing, but from Heaven-Slaying Martial Saint’s prior actions, he seemed to strive to avoid infighting among Martial Saints. Thus, Ning Qi showed some mercy. But if they insisted on seeking death, that was another matter.
But these words made the three Martial Saints inwardly furious.
This Heavenly Sword Martial Saint was too arrogant!
Heize Martial Saint and the other did not want to be the first to act, but Mad Thunder Martial Saint could not hold back. He snorted coldly, about to speak.
But a cold mocking voice from afar rang out first:
“Heh! With spiritual energy revival, treasures fall from heaven— to the capable it belongs! You say it’s your True Martial Sect’s, but I say this thing flew here from my Chiyang Sect. So, scram for this saint!!”
With the word “scram”.
Dense baleful aura swept over, the void trembling.
The congregation looked intently.
Sun and moon shone together as two figures strode through the air, their undisguised hostility making all True Martial Disciples change color.
Comers with ill intent.
Dragon Mountain Daoist’s expression gradually froze.
He recognized the newcomers’ identities.
“Chiyang Martial Saint!”
The one who spoke just now was him.
The three earlier Martial Saints also tensed inwardly, not just because of Chiyang Martial Saint—his strength was formidable, but not enough to make them like this. What truly made them fearful was the graceful woman beside Chiyang Martial Saint.
“Greetings, Purple Moon Martial Saint.” The three proactively paid respects.
This one was different, absolutely top-tier even among ancient saints. They had no doubt this one was at least at Fourth Realm Martial Saint perfection, or possibly already stepped into Fifth Realm Martial Saint!
The icy woman nodded faintly, then looked coldly at Ning Qi, killing intent condensing in her eyes:
“It was you who used despicable means to seize my big brother’s secret treasure?”
Ning Qi sized up the woman opposite.
Her aura was indeed very powerful.
Vaguely five elements perfection, clearly already in the Fifth Realm Martial Saint ranks. But he was unafraid; now he was different from before. Though Fourth Realm, far beyond ordinary Fourth Realm.
Ning Qi did not speak, merely looking indifferently at Chiyang Martial Saint, even with faint mockery. Chiyang Martial Saint exploded with rage, feeling that gaze said: useless thing, needing a woman to get back at him?
Chiyang Martial Saint took a deep breath, grinning ferociously:
“This saint wants to see who can help you today!”
He had long planned to take revenge on the day of spiritual energy revival, when Heaven-Slaying Martial Saint was busy with his own matters, the perfect opportunity.
He glanced at the sword embryo in the void, then laughed freely:
“But this saint didn’t expect such an unexpected joy. I must thank you properly.”
He vented unrestrainedly the pent-up frustration of many days. His single arm trembled, constantly reminding him of the humiliation since revival. He wanted to thoroughly humiliate Ning Qi.
But Ning Qi remained as calm as ever.
“Clown.”
These simple two words made veins bulge on Chiyang Martial Saint’s forehead, spiritual power surging wildly around him, on the verge of rampage.
He hated.
Without the Great Sun Compass, if not for Purple Moon Martial Saint’s help, he would have been stuck at Three-Realm Martial Saint. Even so, he had only barely stepped into Fourth Realm Martial Saint now.
“Big brother, calm your mind.” Purple Moon Martial Saint whispered gently, her spiritual power carrying a special power.
Chiyang Martial Saint barely steadied his mind, growling hatefully:
“Little sister, watch the battle for me. I want to suppress him personally.”
This period.
He had replayed countless times that battle in Black Sand Sea. He realized that opponent’s sword seemed matchless in sharpness, but lacked follow-through; he had lost to the element of surprise. If again, he absolutely would not lose.
Moreover, now in Martial Saint Realm, it was entirely different. Both Fourth Realm Martial Saints, he had confidence.
He wanted to personally shatter his inner demon.
Purple Moon Martial Saint looked at Chiyang Martial Saint’s determined eyes, somewhat heartbroken. She nodded gently:
“Big brother, act without worry.”
With her watching, the opponent could not turn the tables.
Merely a Fourth Realm Martial Saint.
In their exchange, they already regarded Ning Qi and True Martial Sect as fish on the chopping block.
The True Martial Disciples were all indignant.
But Ning Qi’s expression remained calm.
Chiyang Martial Saint took a deep breath, his eyes gradually calming. In true battle, he would not underestimate the opponent— if he were truly trash, he would not have lost an arm before. He stepped forward, vast spiritual power sweeping around him, dense fire qi spreading. A great sun manifested behind him.
“Today, wash away the previous shame!”
“Chiyang Fentian!”
Chiyang Martial Saint roared. The great sun behind him bloomed with light, streaks of terrifying flames rising in the void, its might far more terrifying than back in Black Sand Sea. The flames burned black pits in the void, heart-chilling. If not for the heaven and earth void becoming more solid after spiritual energy revival, it would be even more fearsome.
Mad Thunder Martial Saint and the others all looked grave.
They had a premonition.
What followed would be a dragon-tiger battle.
The first Martial Saint battle after spiritual energy revival, between two Fourth Realm Martial Saints, made the many onlookers expectant and excited.
True Martial Sect’s people also grew tense.
Only Ning Qi remained composed.
Watching the terrifying flaming great sun suppress down, he simply raised his hand casually.
The next moment.
A heaven-covering giant palm condensed from vast spiritual power appeared in the void, containing gold, wood, water, and fire four kinds of five elements qi. Though missing one, it achieved a wondrous balance. Moreover, it contained the profound suppression of True Martial Seal—this was what Ning Qi had just comprehended to perfection.
Boom!
A massive bang.
The spiritual power giant palm casually crushed that flaming great sun.
Then without slowing, under Chiyang Martial Saint’s stunned horrified gaze, it gripped him in its palm.
Ning Qi gently squeezed.
Bang.
Chiyang Martial Saint’s body exploded, turning into blood rain scattering across the sky.
His eyes utterly calm:
“There is a difference even between Fourth Realm Martial Saints and Fourth Realm Martial Saints.”
