Chapter 47

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Chapter 47: Clash of Spiritual Weapons

The moment Qu Yiping grasped the sword, his demeanor transformed into wild arrogance, radiating domineering aura.

"This Bi You Qing Shui Sword isn’t particularly powerful, but it’s sufficient to handle you," Qu Yiping declared slowly while staring at Ye Yun, surrounded by shocked gasps and indrawn breaths.

"He has at least two spiritual weapons… What’s Qu Yiping’s true background?!"

"Already revealed two spiritual weapons—he might possess more! How can Ye Yun possibly compete?!"

"Why does Ye Yun remain so composed?"

All eyes stared bewildered at Ye Yun, now bathed in emerald sword light yet maintaining his impassive expression.

Whoosh!

The sword light flashed, flooding the air with green radiance. Dense water vapor swirled around the Bi You Qing Shui Sword. As the blade quivered faintly, the mist instantly clung to it. Within moments, the sword tripled in size and shot toward Ye Yun with vicious force.

Ye Yun’s face remained blank. A dark shadow suddenly flickered in his grip as black sword light erupted before him, thrusting toward the approaching Bi You Qing Shui Sword.

"A spiritual weapon!"

"Ye Yun actually wields a spiritual weapon too!"

The appearance of this black radiance dramatically altered how Tian Zhu Peak disciples regarded Ye Yun.

For veteran Tian Zhu Peak disciples, owning spiritual weapons wasn’t remarkable. But for a new disciple to possess one indicated extraordinary origins.

Ye Yun instantly became shrouded in mystery for many observers.

"He’s been concealing a spiritual weapon all this time."

Even Nan Cheng, who’d assumed Ye Yun faced certain defeat, showed a flicker of surprise in his eyes, his lips curving into a faint, surprised smile at the emerging black sword light.

Amidst the crowd’s astonishment, Ye Yun stayed expressionless, his gaze steady.

This black sword light came from the Obsidian Sword he’d seized from Liu Yu. Though never publicly used since its acquisition, Ye Yun had secretly mastered its properties through repeated trials.

He’d planned to avoid revealing the Obsidian Sword during the new disciple competition—both to maintain secrecy and because Liu Yu’s weapon originated from a Tian Zhu Peak elder’s reward. Its exposure risked troublesome consequences.

Yet Qu Yiping’s display forced Ye Yun’s hand—victory required the Obsidian Sword.

Both weapons ranked as low-grade spiritual tools but differed fundamentally. The Bi You Qing Shui Sword balanced offense and defense like flowing water, while the Obsidian Sword focused solely on channeling spiritual power into devastating attacks.

Though slightly inferior in quality, the Obsidian Sword surpassed its counterpart in raw offensive capability.

Ye Yun’s spiritual power—dense and refined beyond most peers—ignited the Obsidian Sword’s full potential.

The black streak pierced through air, striking true at the vapor-enshrouded blade.

Crack!

The watery mist surrounding the Bi You Qing Shui Sword exploded like dew under noon sun, vaporizing instantly.

Ye Yun’s brow twitched. A pulse of spiritual power sent the Obsidian Sword whirling impossibly midair before slashing downward like a executioner’s blade toward its rival.

But the strike met phantom resistance, its force dissipating as if cutting through liquid. Before steel could clash, a veil of steam separated the two blades.

The Bi You Qing Shui Sword’s defensive nature had activated.

Qu Yiping raised his hand, and the Bi You Qing Shui Sword instantly returned to his palm. He stared at Ye Yun in shock.

"A spiritual weapon? How do you have a spiritual weapon?" He couldn’t believe his eyes. He had assumed this strike would at least throw Ye Yun into disarray, giving him an opening to launch a decisive follow-up attack.

Yet this borderland brat he’d dismissed had produced a low-grade spiritual weapon, shattering all his carefully laid plans.

"Sorry to disappoint," Ye Yun said, narrowing his eyes.

Qu Yiping stiffened, sensing murderous intent radiating from the other.

"Country bumpkin who doesn’t know his place!" Qu Yiping’s face twisted with rage. As a scion of the capital’s elite, being outmaneuvered twice by this backwater nobody was intolerable. Now the worm even dared threaten him?

This boy needed to die.

Though he’d considered killing Ye Yun before, Qu Yiping’s resolve now burned like never before.

The Bi You Qing Shui Sword shimmered as Qu Yiping moved.

"Wave Slash Triple Strike!"

He lunged forward, blade arcing downward like a falling meteor. A phantom wave surged above Ye Yun’s head as the sword descended like divine punishment, poised to split both wave and skull.

Ye Yun’s enhanced reflexes from Marrow Cleansing and the lingering effects of Elder Seven’s spiritual wine heightened his senses. Though far from mastering spiritual refinement, he perceived energy flows ten times clearer than ordinary disciples.

The first strike alone pressed down like an angry sea god’s wrath, hundred-zhang waves threatening to crush everything.

Dodging was possible.

But Ye Yun stood firm. He needed to measure this capital brat’s full strength – the combination of low-grade spiritual weapon and ninth-tier Celestial Technique.

Black light erupted as spiritual power flooded the Obsidian Sword. It blazed like a black sun against the green tidal phantom.

Without formal training in Celestial Techniques, Ye Yun relied solely on raw spiritual power – vast, pure, and unrefined.

The swords collided.

Emerald waves clashed with void-black radiance.

Would the sea drown the sun, or would darkness pierce the storm?

Thousands of outer disciples watched breathlessly.

The black sun drowned in jade waters… then burst through! Just as it soared skyward, the waves surged ten zhang higher, swallowing it again.

*CRACK*

Both phenomena vanished like popped bubbles.

On the platform, the opponents stood frozen. Qu Yiping’s shocked expression mirrored his crumbling assumptions. How had this nobody blocked a ninth-tier Celestial Technique using only brute spiritual power? Even an offensive-focused spiritual weapon shouldn’t compensate for technique…

"Interesting." Qu Yiping forced calm into his voice as ripples danced along his blade. "I thought only Duan Chenfeng could withstand that strike. Clearly I underestimated you."

"Was that supposed to impress me?" Ye Yun snorted.

"You blocked one strike." Qu Yiping’s sword began humming. "Can you survive two more?"

Azure light bloomed at the Bi You Qing Shui Sword’s tip, stretching into a shimmering sword arc that made the crowd gasp.