Chapter 316
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Chapter 316: The Emergence of Sword Intent
Du Jianyin had left a deep impression on Ye Yun. This sword-obsessed youth seemed to disregard all worldly matters, destroying anything he deemed incompatible with his Sword Path without hesitation. Such unreasonable devotion was rare. When Du Chuntian mentioned Du Jianyin, Ye Yun immediately recalled that sharp-edged young man.
Du Chuntian smiled. "Jianyin is the Du family’s greatest genius in a thousand years, possessing unparalleled comprehension of the Sword Path. How could he miss such an event?"
Elder Seven and others exchanged faint smiles. Every major force had their so-called genius disciples – why boast so extravagantly?
Though Ye Yun kept his expression neutral, tension coiled within him. He remembered their previous clash in the great tomb – how Du Jianyin’s pristine, jade-like sword had moved like a living dragon through water. That victory had come through exploiting the other’s arrogance and a slight power advantage, not true superiority.
After their battle, Ye Yun had briefly considered claiming that translucent sword. Yet the weapon rejected him completely, its spirit silent to his touch.
As leader of Jin Kingdom’s second-largest power, Du Chuntian’s praise wasn’t empty. If he praised Jianyin this boldly, the youth’s cultivation must have reached terrifying new heights.
"Jianyin, greet the Heavenly Sword Sect’s genius disciples." Du Chuntian waved, and a white-clad swordsman emerged from the Du family ranks – handsome, cold-eyed, with a blade at his back.
"Ye Yun? We’ve met." The youth scanned his opponent dismissively. "Not a genius, but passably competent with swords."
"Excellent!" Du Chuntian beamed. "After our business concludes, our young talents should exchange pointers."
"No need." Du Jianyin flicked his sleeve. "He can’t challenge me unless I sheathe my blade. Not that it matters – I am the sword itself." His tone held neither contempt nor interest, as if discussing a stone.
"Arrogance!" Du Chuntian feigned sternness, though pride leaked through. "Countless outstanding geniuses exist. Don’t grow complacent!"
"Strength defines truth." Du Jianyin’s voice remained flat. "Respect or scorn changes nothing. Weakness remains weakness."
"Ha! Profound words revealing Dao’s essence!" Du Chuntian’s grin betrayed his delight.
Ye Yun finally spoke, voice cutting through the tension: "One with the sword? More like one with shamelessness."
"Isn’t that the same?" Du Jianyin frowned.
"Exactly." Ye Yun’s grin turned wolfish. "A shameless man waving fancy steel."
Laughter erupted through the divine hall. Understanding dawned on Du Jianyin’s face, twisting his features dark.
"Mock me if you will." Cold rage vibrated in his words. "But insult my sword… and you die." His blade leapt from its scabbard, hovering like frozen lightning above him.
"Dead men need no swords." Ye Yun stood relaxed, yet every muscle coiled.
"Mortals perish. Heaven decays. The Sword Path endures." Du Jianyin’s fingers formed a sword seal. "For blaspheming its essence… perish!"
The translucent sword quivered, then streaked forward without sound or fury. Qi refining disciples blinked in confusion – where was the devastating power?
Foundation Establishment experts froze. Their sharper senses detected it – the faintest wisp of sword intent within that strike.
All things hold spirit: grass, insects, even stones. Swords gain spiritual significance through craft and purpose. But true sword intent transcended mere spirit – it was the Sword Path’s purest expression.
Ordinary Celestial Techniques strengthened bodies and extended lifespans. But these were mere skills. Only by comprehending spiritual essence could one touch the true Dao.
Du Jianyin’s strike contained that rarest spark – nascent sword intent. Not fully formed, but undeniable. With true intent, techniques became irrelevant. A leaf could sunder mountains. Raindrops could pierce armor. The World itself became a blade.
Though still at Qi refining stage, Ye Yun’s combat experience let him sense the danger. This wasn’t the clumsy strike from their tomb encounter.
"True sword intent…" Excitement burned in Ye Yun’s eyes, not fear. "Show me its worth!"
Purple light exploded from his fingertips, rippling outward like violent water rings. "Divine Thunder Annihilation!"
This wasn’t the pale imitation third style of Thundercloud Lightning Sword that Heavenly Sword disciples practiced. True storm clouds materialized above the divine hall, thunder shaking the walls.
White sword arc met purple lightning. Ye Yun’s true qi and Thunder Spirit Qi fused into the Purple Shadow Sword as it clashed against the translucent blade.
BOOM!
Light blinded onlookers. The concussion wave rattled bones. When vision cleared, scorch marks spiderwebbed across the hall’s indestructible floors.
