Chapter 432
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Chapter 432: Moon Goddess Square
Half a Sword Manual!
The Thundercloud Lightning Sword was not considered a powerful swordplay in the Jin Kingdom. In fact, the Heavenly Sword Sect classified it as a low-grade combat skill. The reason lay in its harsh training requirements and its mere two techniques—both introductory, focusing on channeling thunder and manifesting electric snakes, not true sword techniques.
Yet to the Ancestor of the Sword Path, the Thundercloud Lightning Sword was extraordinary. He knew of a third technique, the true core of the art.
The half-manual before him stirred even greater excitement, as it hinted at a fourth technique: the Sword of the Thunder God.
In truth, the Thundercloud Lightning Sword was a peerless swordplay. Mastery granted command over heaven’s thunder—a divine force feared by all since creation. The great tribulations of the world often took the form of thunder, like the Purple Mansion Thunder that formed the heavenly tribulation for those at the sixth level of the Golden Core stage.
Ye Yun sat cross-legged before the half-manual, Thunder Spirit Qi swirling within him, seeping from his brow to envelop the pages.
The manual erupted with lightning, purple electric snakes writhing across its surface, recreating the mystical vision. But now, the chaotic dance of light and snakes resolved into patterns. Ye Yun traced the threads of lightning with his gaze, sensing their secrets.
He sat motionless for seven days, occasionally flicking his fingers in sword-like gestures. Before him, lightning surged and electric snakes multiplied, growing fiercer by the hour.
When his eyes snapped open, the storm vanished instantly. Only a flicker of thunder remained in his pupils, echoing like distant rumbles in the secret room.
“How much did you grasp?” The Ancestor of the Sword Path, who’d stood guard, asked eagerly.
“Enough to blend these insights into the first three techniques. The power should rise significantly, though I can’t yet form a complete move.” Ye Yun smiled after a moment’s thought.
“Excellent!” The Ancestor boomed. “Your talent is unmatched! To glean truths from a broken manual… Given time, you might reconstruct the fourth technique. Perfect it, and even at your current third level of Foundation Establishment, few Golden Core cultivators could withstand that One Sword.”
Ye Yun tilted his head. “Is the fourth technique truly so potent? What if I reach the Golden Core stage?”
The Ancestor chuckled. “You defy all norms. Who else at Foundation Establishment’s third level battles Golden Core experts? If you form your Golden Core and complete the Sword of the Thunder God, its might would stagger even my imagination.”
Since the Battle of Immortals and Demons ten thousand years ago, spiritual energy had waned slowly. Countless geniuses emerged through the ages—prodigies cultivating a hundred times faster than peers, late-blooming experts grasping cosmic truths through sheer grit.
Such talents inevitably rose above common cultivators, treating cross-realm battles as routine.
Yet in ten millennia, who had rivaled Foundation Establishment cultivators during early Qi refining stages? Who at Foundation Establishment’s third level challenged Golden Core experts?
Search all records—none exist.
Across the Jin Kingdom, even the vast Great Qin Empire, only Ye Yun stood unique.
Thus, the Ancestor declared him beyond common logic. Who could predict his combat power upon reaching Golden Core?
“How many days remain?” Ye Yun frowned. The secret room’s spiritual energy lay nearly drained. Though the Spirit Gathering Array worked, recovery would take time. Staying offered little gain now, but leaving early wasted potential replenishment. If barely a day remained, he’d rather check Divine Grace Palace’s disciple selection.
“See the faint blue hourglass on the wall,” the Ancestor prompted.
Ye Yun looked up. A projected hourglass glowed softly, its lower bulb nearly full of blue sand. When the last grains fell, his month would end.
“Clever clock.” Ye Yun smirked. Less than two hours’ sand remained.
Time to leave.
The stone door groaned open under his push.
“Young Master Ye! You’ve emerged!”
The stone door had just swung open when Ye Yun heard Shan Yu Chun’s voice nearby. The man had been standing guard there the entire month.
But it made sense—a big client like Ye Yun, who casually dealt in thousands of top-grade spirit stones, had surely made Shan Yu Chun a small fortune through the auction and secret room training. Guarding this golden goose was only natural.
"Elder Shan, why are you here?" Ye Yun asked.
"First, as your assigned representative for the Alchemy Cauldron Building, I must be present when you emerge. Second, Zhuge Chong of the Divine Grace Palace visited three days ago with a message," Shan Yu Chun answered.
"What message?" Ye Yun’s brows lifted in curiosity.
Shan Yu Chun smiled. "Young Master Zhuge said that if you’re interested, you should meet him at Moon Goddess Square in the imperial city’s center three days from then."
"Three days from then… which would be today?" Ye Yun paused, then understood—Zhuge Chong was urging him to join the Divine Grace Palace’s disciple selection, likely starting now.
A grin spread across Ye Yun’s face. "My thanks, Elder Shan. I’ll head there immediately."
"Shall I accompany you?" Shan Yu Chun offered.
Ye Yun waved him off. "Wasn’t there a companion waiting for me?"
"You mean Lao Cheng? Once a minor celebrity in the capital, he finished his own secret room training ten days ago and has been awaiting your exit."
"Then he’ll suffice. No need to trouble you further."
Shan Yu Chun bowed slightly. As an elder handling VIP clients, he knew when to retreat. Politeness and efficiency mattered most.
Soon, Lao Cheng approached, his eyes sharpening as they fell on Ye Yun.
"Young Master—Third Level of Foundation Establishment in a month?" he murmured.
"And you reached the Fifth Level after ten days? Impressive," Ye Yun countered.
Lao Cheng’s lips twitched smugly. "We’ve both done well."
"To Moon Goddess Square, then. You know the way?" Ye Yun clapped his shoulder.
Lao Cheng snorted. Having navigated the capital’s streets for decades as the so-called "Know-It-All," how could he not?
Half an hour later, they stood before the sprawling square—a rarity in a city where land cost a king’s ransom. Its hundred-zhang diameter alone declared its grandeur.
At the center loomed a statue of a woman, breathtakingly beautiful yet cold as winter moonlight. Her long robes flowed around her, bow in hand, gaze piercing through time itself. Beneath her feet crouched a snow-white tiger, carved so vividly it seemed ready to roar.
"Young Master," Lao Cheng said, "This is Moon Goddess Square. That statue? The ancient Moon Goddess herself."
