Chapter 811
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Chapter 811: Qianyang True Yuan Art!
With her brows deeply knitted, an unusual gleam sparkled in Cheng Yanhuan’s eyes, radiating an enchanting golden glow.
“Boom!”
At that moment, an unparalleled force erupted from Cheng Yanhuan’s body, rippling outward uncontrollably.
Qi energy surged forth like a tempest, illuminating the surroundings with a brilliant radiance, while a commanding and overwhelming aura expanded in all directions.
“The Peak of the Second Grade of Yuan True Realm!”
As this formidable aura emanated from Cheng Yanhuan, the expressions of many influential factions shifted dramatically.
“Although Cheng Yanhuan appears young—likely not even twenty—she has already reached this extraordinary level of cultivation!”
Eyes widened with astonishment and disbelief, the seasoned elders and powerful warriors of various sects quickly discerned her prowess. Although Chi Tianxuan shared the same cultivation level, being at the peak of the second stage of Yuan True Realm, Chi Tianxuan appeared older. Cheng Yanhuan, in contrast, wasn’t yet twenty. In just a few years, her strength would likely surpass all others.
“Remarkable!”
Within the Divine Sword School, numerous strong cultivators and a few elders were astounded.
Chi Tianxuan was already incredibly gifted, with immense talent and exceptional composure.
Yet Cheng Yanhuan, not even two decades old, was already on the brink of eclipsing Chi Tianxuan purely in terms of potential.
Noticing the reactions from various factions, the senior members of Qiantian Sect couldn’t help but smile subtly.
Though young, Cheng Yanhuan’s talent was unparalleled.
If the Saint Martial Assembly were to occur three or four years from now, the elders of Qiantian Sect were confident Cheng Yanhuan could not only win but also claim one of the top two positions.
Among them, no one was more acutely aware of Cheng Yanhuan’s astounding capabilities.
Cheng Yanhuan was celebrated as a once-in-a-millennium genius in Qiantian Sect. To avoid drawing too much attention at the Saint Martial Assembly, Qiantian Sect had deliberately downplayed Cheng Yanhuan’s brilliance, opting to keep her true strength concealed.
“Boom!”
An overwhelming surge of energy erupted as powerful winds howled and thunderous echoes filled the air. The spectacle drew countless astonished gazes from the surrounding mountains.
Encased in spiritual energy, Cheng Yanhuan’s lithe figure shimmered with a crystalline radiance, her flowing hair dancing in the aura. There was a faint trace of power bordering the Third Grade of Yuan True Realm, as though she was on the verge of breaking through.
This overwhelming energy left the spectators stunned, drawing incredulous murmurs.
“It seems she’s using some sort of technique—her aura is still rising and approaching the Third Grade of Yuan True Realm!”
Some experts whispered among themselves, analyzing the phenomenon.
“It’s the ‘Qianyang True Yuan Art.’ With her dazzling physique and remarkable aptitude, she’s likely being groomed as the next leader of Qiantian Sect!”
Even Elder Su Kuangge of the Divine Sword School was visibly moved.
The Qianyang True Yuan Art was a prestigious cultivation technique exclusive to the Qiantian Sect’s leaders.
Cheng Yanhuan mastering it was unmistakable proof of her being trained for leadership.
“It’s truly the Qianyang True Yuan Art!”
Hearing this, several senior experts from the Divine Sword School couldn’t help but take notice. Familiar with the technique’s formidable reputation, they marveled at its significance.
“This young woman has extraordinary potential. If only she were the same age…”
Even the powerful figures from the Five Sects, Three Schools, Yutian Palace, and Sacred Mountain were visibly impressed by Cheng Yanhuan’s overwhelming aura.
Although her rising power caused a stir, Su Yi, standing closest to her, remained indifferent, seemingly distracted.
At first, Cheng Yanhuan mistook his demeanor for inattentiveness, but she quickly realized he simply didn’t consider her a threat—he hadn’t even glanced her way.
“Hmph!”
Letting out a low grunt, Cheng Yanhuan solidified her stance. Gripping a pair of short knives, she swung them forcefully. The blades hummed, with their runes glowing faintly. The two knives then merged seamlessly, emitting a brighter, more dazzling light.
Her graceful figure leaped within her aura as she launched her attack. The curved blade in her hands unleashed a formidable power that resonated with the heavens and earth.
The air trembled, accompanied by thunderous winds.
This weapon wasn’t an ordinary Spirit Tool—it was a Dao Tool. While Spirit Tools possessed spiritual essence, Dao Tools were believed to have intelligence, even wisdom. A Dao Tool couldn’t simply be wielded; it required acknowledgment of its master to unleash its true might.
Owning a Dao Tool was a lifelong aspiration for many, yet few ever succeeded.
“Whoosh!”
Without hesitation, Cheng Yanhuan fully unleashed the Dao Tool’s terrifying power, sending an attack directly toward Su Yi.
The sword light was as swift as lightning, creating a radiant arc that tore through the void, accompanied by flashes of lightning and faint, shadowy creatures.
This strike represented Cheng Yanhuan’s full strength—an unrestrained effort meant to demonstrate her true power.
“What incredible strength!”
The surrounding experts couldn’t help but nod in admiration. With her cultivation level bolstered by a Dao Tool, Cheng Yanhuan could likely defeat, or even slay, a cultivator of the Third Grade Yuan True Realm.
“Such extraordinary talent! In time, she could become a towering figure in Qiantian Sect. Their fortune truly lies in her potential!”
The elders and experts from various sects exchanged looks, their expressions conflicted yet admiring. Cheng Yanhuan’s youth and unrivaled aptitude placed her far above others of her generation.
As the dazzling sword light sped toward him, Su Yi finally stirred. Though shaken by the sheer force, it was too late to evade.
Standing still, Su Yi neither panicked nor dodged. His eyes glimmered red, and his body was enveloped in a crimson aura, forming a protective barrier around him.
Reacting instinctively, he raised his black sword to shoulder level. The weapon seemed to come alive, emitting faint sounds of wind and thunder.
Su Yi’s gaze sharpened, releasing twin beams of light as his energy surged outward. The black sword in his hand radiated an immense, otherworldly aura that seemed to shake the heavens and earth.