Chapter 420
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Chapter 420: Sword of the Thunder God
Faint purple lightning flickered within the display, visible to any cultivator at the Foundation Establishment stage or higher. Though Ye Yun had the lowest cultivation level present, even he could see it clearly—naturally, everyone else could too.
"Truly a lightning element sword technique. To think it contains purple lightning… remarkable," murmured Zeng Xuan, a Thunder Spirit Qi practitioner highly attuned to such phenomena.
"Brother Zeng, can you decipher any patterns here?" Zhuge Chong asked eagerly. If Zeng Xuan could grasp even fragments of this Half Sword Technique, it might greatly benefit his cultivation despite being incomplete.
Ye Yun also watched Zeng Xuan. Both practiced Thunder Spirit Qi—if Zeng Xuan saw something, perhaps he could too.
But Zeng Xuan shook his head. "As Sect Master Yue said—too fragmented. No coherent connections. It’s meaningless."
Ye Yun’s brow furrowed. If even Zeng Xuan couldn’t discern anything, his own chances seemed slim.
Studying the chaotic sword arcs, Ye Yun noted thin purple lightning threads connecting them. Yet no matter how he approached it, the patterns offered no clues—no logic, no relationships.
"This Half Sword Technique grants you half an hour of study. Gaining insight would be fortune’s favor, but failure is expected. Ten top-grade spirit stones to glimpse swordplay beyond the Nascent Soul stage remains worthwhile," Yue Yunfan declared cheerfully.
Two hundred cultivators fixed their gazes on the technique. Within half an incense stick’s time, over a hundred grew pale, some bleeding from forced concentration before abandoning their efforts.
Only fifty remained after another stretch. Among them, Ye Yun, Zhuge Chong, and Zeng Xuan showed no outward strain—though Zeng Xuan’s tightened chest and muddled thoughts betrayed growing pressure.
Zhuge Chong, at the Golden Core stage, watched calmly without discomfort. When Zeng Xuan finally looked away to steady himself, he found Ye Yun still intently focused—face unchanged.
This shocked Zeng Xuan. He knew Zhuge Chong’s advantages: natural talent, formidable Soul’s Fire, and a treasure shielding against seventh-level Golden Core soul attacks. But how could a mere Foundation Establishment youth like Ye Yun withstand this?
The answer was obvious—Ye Yun must possess comparable soul-protecting treasure. More intriguingly, where did such a poorly cultivated youth obtain such items?
Others noticed too. Murmurs spread—this unremarkable boy likely had Nascent Soul backing. Why else would he flaunt wealth and treasures so boldly?
Amidst their scrutiny, Ye Yun’s mind reeled. Like Zeng Xuan, he’d found nothing—until the Ancestor of the Sword Path spoke from within the Soul Turning Tower.
"Boy. This lightning technique—do you recognize it?"
"Just chaotic purple lightning. Without strong Soul’s Fire and Thunder Spirit Qi, I’d have gone mad already," Ye Yun mentally replied.
"Doesn’t it feel familiar?"
Ye Yun refocused. The Ancestor was right—an eerie déjà vu lingered. Then it struck him.
"This… resembles the Thundercloud Lightning Sword!"
"Resembles? It’s the first half of the fourth form!"
The Ancestor’s voice thundered through Ye Yun’s mind like Purple Mansion Lightning.
"Fourth form… Sword of the Thunder God?" Ye Yun barely kept his composure. The Thundercloud Lightning Sword’s third form, Divine Thunder Annihilation, had been restored through the Ancestor’s help. Rumored lost fourth and fifth forms—Sword of the Thunder God and Judgment Punishment—were now within reach!
His hands trembled slightly. Now he understood—Zeng Xuan failed because he lacked the foundation. Only those mastering the first three forms could endure this half-technique’s pressure.
"Time’s up." Yue Yunfan recalled the technique into shimmering light. "Bid now if you wish further study."
"I’ll buy it for analysis," Ye Yun resolved.
"Wasteful," scoffed the Ancestor. "You’ve memorized every variation. This scrap only matters to one who’s mastered the first three forms—meaning you alone. Let fools pay for useless fragments."
Ye Yun’s lips twitched in a faint smile—noticed by Zhuge Chong, who masked his curiosity with neutral expression.
