Chapter 1701
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“Di Sha Zi, is it really that mystical?” Black Duck couldn’t help but say, “Why is it that we usually just find your compositions sometimes noisy, sometimes so boring that they make us want to sleep, but occasionally they do sound quite nice?”
Di Sha Zi put down his wine cup and laughed heartily, “Because you don’t understand, Black Duck, you old brute. Do you even know what music or the realm of sound is?”
Turning to Ye Wushuang, Di Sha Zi smiled and said, “Let me toast to you again, Young Master Ye.”
Ye Wushuang raised his wine cup and drank it in one gulp.
Clearly, Qin Lao Han and Di Sha Zi, having found a kindred spirit, were overjoyed, and the wine kept flowing, cup after cup.
But as cup after cup of wine went down his throat, Ye Wushuang gradually began to feel a wave of heat surging within him.
This heat, circulating through his limbs and every pore of his body, was burning away the residual effects of the Wangwo Yinling Pill and the Baituan Tongqiao Pill within him.
It was not a bad thing.
It was a good thing!
The residual effects of the two pills spread throughout his body, causing his spiritual energy to churn and its strength to continuously rise.
Now at the Fourth Tribulation, Ye Wushuang was already capable of contending with those at the Fifth, Sixth, and even Seventh Tribulations.
And now, with the potential to further enhance his spiritual energy, when he eventually reached the Star-Picking Transformation Realm, it would undoubtedly give Ye Wushuang an even more terrifying boost in combat power.
“Little Ye!”
At this moment, Zi Ming stood up, holding a sword, dressed in purple, looking as carefree as ever, and said with a smile, “Let me perform a sword dance for you. Take a look!”
“Sure!”
Ye Wushuang nodded with a smile.
Zi Ming drew his sword and began to dance. The long sword in his hands was like a dragon swimming, a snake slithering, a tiger charging, and an eagle soaring…
One sword move after another transformed, and in the peach grove, Zi Ming, the sword, and the peach trees seemed to become one.
Black Duck stood beside Ye Wushuang and asked with a smile, “What do you think?”
“The sword is wonderful, but the person is even more wonderful!” Ye Wushuang praised, “One sword follows my heart, one person follows my sword.”
One sword follows my heart.
One person follows my sword.
Black Duck looked at Ye Wushuang, his eyes filled with a hint of surprise.
Ye Wushuang’s words were not flattery but genuine recognition.
Having once been the Heavenly Emperor, Ye Wushuang had seen countless swordsmen, with extraordinary talents too numerous to mention.
But among these extraordinary swordsmen, some could become peerless sword emperors, while others would stagnate after reaching a certain level.
There were all kinds of weapons in the world.
But swords were definitely the most commonly used.
Swords were the easiest to start with.
However, mastering them was the hardest!
Zi Ming’s sword had a mysterious connection with the person, with the heavens and the earth. It was rare for a swordsman to achieve this level.
“Senior, let me dance the sword with you!”
Perhaps it was the wine talking, or maybe it was the mindset of being young again, but at this moment, Ye Wushuang, holding the Taiyuan Spirit Sword, took a step forward.
In the peach grove.
Two figures, each holding a spiritual sword, their sword moves crisscrossing and complementing each other.
For a moment, Black Duck, Qin Lao Han, and Di Sha Zi all looked on with expressions of astonishment.
Ye Wushuang’s sword dance was led by the Jiutian Xuanhuo Sword Technique.
Performing this technique, he did not channel any spiritual energy, just the pure elegance of the sword moves.
Spark Slash.
Xuanhuo Falls from Jiutian.
Spark Conflagration Slash.
Jiutian Single Sword Slash.
Nine Swords of Jiutian, all converging into one.
Each move in Ye Wushuang’s hands underwent an extremely splendid transformation, and within this splendor, there was a momentum of Ye Wushuang, the sword, and the unity with the heavens and the earth!
In the peach grove.
Zi Ming and Ye Wushuang actually felt a sense of mutual resonance.
The sword dance ended.
Zi Ming’s figure landed, and looking at Ye Wushuang, he said with delight, “Good, good, good!”
Ye Wushuang bowed slightly.
Zi Ming praised, “With your current strength, you have reached this level. When you reach the realm of the four of us, not to mention other things, in the way of the sword, you will surely surpass me tenfold!”
Hearing such praise, Ye Wushuang didn’t feel much, but Black Duck, Qin Lao Han, and Di Sha Zi exchanged glances, all seeing shock in each other’s eyes.
The only person who had ever received such praise from Zi Ming, from the time they had known him until now, was Ye Wushuang before them.
“I’ll toast to you as well!”
“Cheers!”
The wine flowed through their veins, exhilarating and satisfying.
Zi Ming looked at Ye Wushuang and said with a smile, “Black Duck gives you wine, which is good wine. I’ll give you a sword, not a real sword, but a virtual one, to help you take another step forward on the path of the sword!”
With a flick of Zi Ming’s finger, in an instant, tens of thousands of sword shadows condensed from his fingertip, densely packed, rushing straight towards Ye Wushuang’s brow.
At this moment.
Ye Wushuang clearly saw Zi Ming’s path of the sword.
From the first steps of learning to hold a sword, to the later years of hard training day and night, refining the body and tempering the sword intent, each sword shadow seemed to form a part of Zi Ming’s journey.
And Ye Wushuang, like a spectator, experienced Zi Ming’s path of the sword as if it were his own, watching it all unfold.
In an instant.
A powerful sword momentum erupted from within Ye Wushuang.
This formidable sword momentum rose from the ground, shooting straight into the sky. In the ten-mile peach grove, the peach blossoms danced, and in that moment, they formed a hundred-zhang-long giant sword, condensing above their heads…
