Capítulo 1097: Chapter 765: Tingshan Sword (Part 2)
This abrupt withdrawal surprised everyone attending the lecture.
The Crown Prince’s carefree release and calm deanor clearly indicated that he wasn’t giving up in despair; rather, he seed to have found his own path to ascend the Sword Pavilion amidst today’s setbacks and adversity.
Ning Feiyan couldn’t help but nudge Baili An’s calf with a light laugh: “I thought Crown Prince Ying Xiu of Central Netherworld was all show and no substance, but now it seems he does have so skills.
He actually saw that the sundial I prepared today, which seed helpful for the Sword Pavilion visit the day after tomorrow, could actually be detrintal. Unless one can fully decipher this Sword Array, knowing only half will lead to suffering in the Pavilion.”
This Crown Prince Ying Xiu, though lacking in skills, is perceptive.
He saw through it, intentionally explaining the rationale before everyone, enlightening other disciples who intended to study further tomorrow.
As a result, the Crown Prince’s otherwise unimpressive performance today suddenly made him stand out.
In the classroom, people gradually prepared to leave.
Ying Xiu looked at the mountain of discarded paper balls and ink stains on Baili An’s desk, expertly masking his mocking gaze.
Jiang Yunqin had already packed her books and was about to leave. Following Ying Xiu’s gaze, she took another look at Baili An.
Seeing his hand resting, with his posture no longer as upright as at the start of the class, his spine seed hollowed and slumped.
His once dark, bright eyes now appeared moist, his head drooping listlessly, staring blankly into space.
Seeing his dejected, lost appearance, Jiang Yunqin should have felt a mont of satisfaction.
This young man, who never acknowledged her, falling into such disgrace was entirely his own doing. Trying to stand out before Ying Xiu and Qi Liancheng, such humiliation was not unexpected.
Yet, seeing this resourceful youth seemingly suppressed into oblivion, Jiang Yunqin felt inexplicably complicated.
Thinking of the river, Jiang Yunqin couldn’t help but softly ask, “Are you okay?”
Baili An raised his pale face and looked at Jiang Yunqin, his dark eyes still retaining a bit of moisture.
His eyes were misty and wet, conveying a bewildernt that made him appear soft and vulnerable, almost deceptively so.
An aristocratic daughter from Shu’s influential family, felt a peculiar tingle in her fingers under such a gaze.
“I’m fine.” Baili An’s thoughts seed sluggish, his voice soft and helpless like just waking from sleep, devoid of aggression and strangely captivating for young won.
Jiang Yunqin’s breath hitched as she unconsciously swallowed.
Thinking to herself, in a perfectly fine class, could this young man have been influenced by that bewitching woman behind the curtain?
How could this gaze draw a girl’s heart so…
Qi Liancheng, with a dark expression, couldn’t help but kick Baili An’s desk, impatiently saying, “Useless, when do you intend to leave the mountain?”
The mist lifted from Baili An’s eyes, and even before Qi Liancheng’s kick landed, a hand shielded Ning Feiyan’s head instinctively.
The dormant pointer on the table humd into life, carving a silver sword light in the air.
Qi Liancheng’s mocking smile froze, before his kick landed, he was flung ters away as if a beast had upturned and crushed him, colliding with desks and chairs.
Disheveled and embarrassed, he hadn’t expected Baili An to strike back suddenly.
Furious, he drew a dark green dull-edged heavy sword from his sword box with a quick backhand.
The mont the heavy sword was unsheathed, everyone felt an overwhelming pressure from all directions, causing the young disciples in the classroom to stagger under its weight.
Ying Xiu subtly shifted half a step away from Qi Liancheng’s attack, frowning at the sword in his hand: “Tingshan Sword?”
One of the top ten famous swords in the Country of Qin.
It seems Qi Liancheng is indeed highly valued by the Qin royal family, bringing out the Tingshan Sword from the national treasury for this disciple selection.
The blunt edge erged with a heavy sound like an ancient bell hitting a mountain.
How could Jiang Yunqin’s mortal body withstand the sound wave of this fearso sword movent’s explosion? She covered her ears and scread, instinctively looking at Baili An.
Facing that imposing sword, Baili An remained seated, not intending to rise.
As Qi Liancheng charged with a ferocious expression, Baili An raised his gaze, a green intent blossod in his pupils. A petite sword dancing in mid-air generated Qingming Sword Energy, moving like a dragon and snake. Encountering the dark green heavy sword, its clear sword chant instantly overpowered the ancient bell’s rumble.
Before anyone could see how that humble sword emitted sword qi, it wove around the heavy sword, swirling upward with sword qi like drifting clouds. Though light as mist, it clung tightly to the broad dull blade.
Qi Liancheng’s sword swinging action abruptly froze, as if cut off, his eyes reflecting the small sword’s dance, pupils shrinking violently.
Buzz—
The spinning little sword danced intricately in the air, weaving a dragon swallowing snake stance.
The terrifying white sword qi, like a constricting snake, suddenly contracted, causing the Tingshan Sword, a top ten Qin sword, to emit a terrifying buzz, twisting and distorting.
In an instant, the inscriptions on the Tingshan Sword were obliterated, clearly rendering it a piece of scrap iron.
The tiny sword, like a needle, its tip exuding a chilling sword intent, hovered before Qi Liancheng’s forehead.
His pupils, yet to recover, dripped cold sweat from his temple, stinging as it fell into his eyes.
With difficulty, he swallowed, staring intently at the ‘alive’ little sword, a chill running down his spine.
Ying Xiu’s eyes, devoid of any emotion, were dark and still, inexplicably eerie.
Until Baili An slightly lifted his gaze, the sword hovering at Qi Liancheng’s brow seed to receive a command, swirling gently back to Baili An’s fingertips.
Such a state clearly signified the zenith of spirituality, the awakening of the Sword Soul!
Baili An calmly looked at Qi Liancheng, gripping Ning Feiyan’s nape under the table, asking, “Now, do I still need to leave the mountain?”
The group of disciples eager to see Baili An humiliated were startled, their minds unsettled.
Wasn’t he said to have a Dead Spirit Root?!
Wasn’t he supposedly a showy figure gaining the City Lord title through a woman’s ans in Xianling City?!
The sundial was in ruins, yet he silently deduced the Dragon and Snake Sword Formation in a corner?
At the class’s end, Ying Xiu’s generous and decisive words seed insignificant before this boy, who never uttered a word of pretense or nonsense.
Jiang Yunqin admired Baili An sitting in the corner, unable to hide her amazent and shock.
Qi Liancheng’s hands loosened from the sword qi’s agonizing bind, letting the heavily damaged Tingshan Sword clatter to the ground.
He no longer bore any contempt, not even the thought to bla Baili An for destroying his Spirit Sword.
He deeply bowed to Baili An, saying, “eting today with you taught that truly, there are always those beyond the mortal, skies beyond skies; even a Dead Spirit Root can sense the Sword Soul. It seems Xijian Sect may indeed birth a second Qu He Star.”
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