Chapter 116: Elder, What Realm Are You In?
The next day, just as a few disciples were feeling a bit drowsy, the previously quiet iron door made a noise.
“Hmm?” The few instantly became alert.
They watched as the heavy iron door slowly opened.
But in the next second, a thick smell of blood rushed out.
Even the morning breeze carried a crimson tint!
Then, a blood-red figure emerged.
It’s hard to describe this figure.
His entire body exuded an almost tangible killing intent, with disheveled black hair and a long sword at his waist.
Each step he took seemed accompanied by endless sounds of killing.
It was as if the master of slaughter had descended!
The faces of the disciples turned pale instantly, feeling as if they had fallen into an ice cave.
Cold sweat ran down their spines.
Even Duan Hun opened his eyes, shocked. Although he was at the Sea Cleaving Realm, his reaction was slightly better than the others.
His body trembled instinctively.
There was no helping it.
This was a primal instinct.
Because at this moment, his body felt the threat of death!
And it was a kind he couldn’t resist!
Fortunately, this feeling quickly vanished as the one exuding it reined it all back in.
“Sorry, I still can’t control it perfectly.”
The one who emerged was naturally Meng Changqing.
He smiled faintly, but the blood still lingering on his face made him look a bit frightening.
“Have you finished your 800 kills?” Coming to his senses, Duan Hun hesitantly asked.
“Yes, all done.” Meng Changqing nodded, casually tossing the Iron Prison Order to Duan Hun.
Hearing this, Duan Hun was stunned.
He didn’t even catch the Iron Prison Order.
It had only been a day and a night.
The prison was full of demonic cultivators, not livestock waiting to be slaughtered, especially on the fourth floor.
How could it be done so quickly?
Restoring true qi alone would take a lot of time.
But Duan Hun didn’t question it. After all, this wasn’t something that could be faked. They would see for themselves later, and Meng Changqing had no reason to lie.
But if it was true, Meng Changqing’s current strength was frighteningly powerful.
What Duan Hun didn’t know was that Meng Changqing had actually finished by yesterday evening.
He only emerged today after a night of cultivation.
“I’ll be off. You guys clean up inside,” Meng Changqing said.
Then he turned into a streak of sword light and vanished.
“Oh my heavens, that was terrifying. I thought I was going to die.” One disciple’s legs went weak, and he fell to his knees.
Cold sweat drenched his forehead.
Even his clothes were soaked!
“Yeah, I was even thinking about what I’d reincarnate as in my next life.”
The others chimed in, slowly recovering.
But today’s events would not be forgotten any time soon.
“Let’s go in and take a look.” Duan Hun took a deep breath and walked inside. Read full story at novel•fire.net
The others hurriedly followed.
To be honest, they didn’t believe that all the demonic cultivators in the prison’s four levels had been dealt with in just one day.
However, as soon as they stepped in.
Seeing the sea of blood on the plaza, they were all dumbfounded.
Back at Spirit Peak, Meng Changqing quickly cleaned himself up and changed into clean clothes.
Only then did his temperament transform.
Otherwise, in his previous state, he was almost indistinguishable from a demonic cultivator.
It’s a boundary that one walked.
If you could control it, it’s the righteous path.
If not, it became the demonic path.
It all depended on the martial artist.
“Without a stabilizing artifact, I don’t dare to practice the ‘Sacred Spirit Slaughter Sword Technique’ to perfection.” Meng Changqing recalled the situation from the previous night and shook his head slightly.
He had his sword intent to support him.
Otherwise, he wouldn’t have withstood the overwhelming killing intent.
Thinking of this, Meng Changqing smiled.
He raised his right hand.
A diamond-shaped mark on the back of his hand transformed into a white lotus, looking very pure.
The sword scar on his fingertip extended to his palm.
Inside, there was a piece of chaos.
But if one stared at it too long, an endless fear would surge within, as if a great terror was about to descend.
Raising mountains of corpses and seas of blood, with overwhelming killing power!
After a night of cultivation, although a bit strained, he had perfected the sword technique.
The white lotus mark was the true Sacred Spirit imprint.
The move was called ‘Sacred Lotus Transforms the World’!
According to the sword technqiue, it could withstand an attack from a higher realm, but after one use, the life force within would be exhausted and would need replenishment.
The sword scar nurtured a now tangible killing sword qi.
Its exact strength, Meng Changqing hadn’t tested it.
But just sensing it made his heart race.
Its power could be imagined.
“With my current strength, even without sword intent, I could probably be ranked first among the true disciples.”
Lowering his hand, a confident gleam appeared in Meng Changqing’s eyes.
The ‘Sacred Spirit Slaughter Sword Technique’ was one of the top martial arts at the Earth grade, judging by its difficulty alone.
Combining it with his sword intent and various secret techniques, there shouldn’t be many who could withstand his sword moves.
Of course, this was all his estimation, as he hadn’t faced those top prodigies yet.
“Next, I should go find the Elder of the Hidden Martial Pavilion.”
Expectancy flashed in Meng Changqing’s eyes.
He had long been eager to meet these top prodigies.
Arriving at the Martial Pavilion, Yun Bujue was still the same.
A book covering his face.
But the moment Meng Changqing appeared, he sensed him and stood up.
“Elder.” Meng Changqing cupped his hands slightly.
“Not bad, not bad. Although the time you took to break through was a bit longer than I expected, as long as you succeeded, it’s fine.” Yun Bujue was very satisfied.
Now, Meng Changqing could participate in the Three Sect Martial Arts Tournament.
“Come, I’ll take you there.” Yun Bujue turned around, looking into the distance.
There stood a mountain peak, piercing the clouds, towering high.
It was the Spirit Peak.
Meng Changqing also looked over.
Although he had been on Spirit Peak before, he was then just an inner disciple, confined to the lower half of the mountain.
As a true disciple, he now had his own Spirit Peak.
So he had never seen the summit of Spirit Peak.
With that said, Yun Bujue made a gesture.
A huge black shadow appeared behind the Hidden Martial Pavilion.
It was a level-four flying beast, with wings on its back and iron-like fur.
If he wasn’t mistaken, it was an Iron Feather Eagle.
A level-four beast generally possessed intelligence, so it wouldn’t be overly influenced by bloodline instincts and could be tamed.
“Come up.” Yun Bujue effortlessly jumped onto its back.
Meng Changqing followed.
The Iron Feather Eagle let out a long cry, flapping its wings and heading towards Spirit Peak.
Meng Changqing couldn’t help but ask the question that had been on his mind for a long time.
“Elder, what realm are you in?”