Longevity: Start Farming with Entries Chapter 578 - 465: Qingchen Sword Dao

"A myriad of Daoist techniques!"

True Monarch Qingchen executed a sword technique with his hand. The cyan Spirit Sword transford into countless cyan threads, releasing thousands upon thousands of fierce Sword Intents, with an overwhelming montum to annihilate everything, slashing toward Qin Ming like sword rain!

Swish, swish, swish!

The sharpness of the cyan sword silks seed to slice through the entire nearby space, almost reaching Qin Ming’s face.

Countless sword silks woven into a giant cyan net descended, sealing off all pathways for Qin Ming in every direction.

Leaving him nowhere to escape!

The Nascent Soul Old Monsters watching couldn’t help but change their expressions at this scene.

"I never expected that True Monarch Qingfeng’s Qingchen Sword Scripture had reached such a terrifying level; not only can it turn Sword Intent into silk, but it can also form the Qingchen Sword Array, ensnaring everything."

"Old Ghost Qingchen is indeed serious this ti, pulling out his most powerful Great Divine Techniques to intimidate Fellow Daoist Qin."

"The Qingchen Sword Dao of the Ancient Sword Sect truly lives up to its reputation!"

"Alas! Fellow Daoist Qin... probably can’t withstand this divine technique, can he?"

"Indeed, if Old Ghost Qingchen’s cultivation advances further, he might comprehend the legendary ’Sword Domain.’ At that ti, apart from Fellow Daoist Supre Yang, none of us old guys would be his match."

Amidst the discussions, the cyan sword net closed in instantly!

Yet, facing such a fierce divine attack, Qin Ming remained unmoved.

The crowd shook their heads in resignation, assuming that Qin Ming was about to be defeated imdiately.

But just as the massive cyan sword net was about to fall on him,

Boom!

An invisible and formless shield appeared, enveloping Qin Ming within it.

The countless cyan sword silks halted three inches before Qin Ming, as if hitting an insurmountable chasm.

Unable to advance further.

Like strands of cyan silk, they broke and scattered apart.

Witnessing this bizarre scene.

Not only the onlookers were shocked, but even True Monarch Qingfeng’s expression changed, unable to comprehend.

"How is this possible?!"

"My full-powered strike was easily neutralized by this boy??"

Supre Yang squinted, also extraordinarily surprised in his heart: ’Divine Thought Transformation can actually withstand Sword Dao Divine Techniques to this extent... The strength of this person’s divine thought is unprecedentedly strong, no wonder... Blood Aversion Demon Monarch’s death wasn’t in vain.’

Qin Ming calmly fended off True Monarch Qingfeng’s first move, greatly surprising everyone.

However, in the next mont.

Qin Ming’s jet-black eyes suddenly opened wide, and a surge of massive Divine Thought Power silently spread out...

True Monarch Qingfeng was startled, only to find Qin Ming already vanished without a trace.

He imdiately cast the sword technique again, and countless cyan sword silks in the air converged, transforming into a cyan transparent light sword filled with piercing power, slashing towards a space at the right rear.

The second move was unleashed.

Causing the surrounding space to distort, seemingly exhausting all of True Monarch Qingfeng’s lifeti essence in the Sword Dao.

As if to turn everything into ruins, obliterating dust, perfectly aligning with the Qingchen Sword Scripture’s na.

Slash!

The cyan light sword flashed and disappeared, piercing into the void, and then a figure in dire straits staggered down from mid-air.

The crowd outside gasped, recognizing the figure as Qin Ming, lanting regretfully.

"Alas! True Monarch Qingfeng’s Sword Dao Divine Technique is truly terrifyingly formidable, one step ahead!"

"Fellow Daoist, please stop, I concede!" Qin Ming spat blood, clutching his chest, showing signs of severe primordial injury, with his chest pierced by Sword Qi.

A bowl-sized wound poured out blood.

Yet True Monarch Qingfeng’s gaze grew cold; after severely injuring Qin Ming with one strike, he ignored the surrender and once again executed a sword technique, slashing another sword toward Qin Ming!

"Fellow Daoist Qingfeng, you mustn’t!" Supre Yang’s face fell in shock, wanting to stop but it was already too late.

Swish!

Boom!

Qin Ming in mid-air was struck, crashing heavily into the plaza below.

The circular plaza instantly cracked, sending countless dust clouds swirling, while Qin Ming’s life or death remained unknown.

True Monarch Qingfeng beckoned back the cyan Spiritual Treasure Dharma Sword, standing with the sword, robes fluttering, like a Human Sword God!

He commanded the battlefield with ease and did not even glance at Qin Ming on the ground, instead turning to speak to Supre Yang, who presided over the duel: "Alliance Leader, the verdict can be declared."

Supre Yang only ca to his senses after being called, then turned around to face True Monarch Qingfeng with a strange smile:

"Oh? Is that so, Fellow Daoist Qingfeng..."

True Monarch Qingfeng sensed sothing amiss, but couldn’t pinpoint it.

Suddenly!

His pupils contracted suddenly, seeing the ’Supre Yang’ in front of him turn into Qin Ming’s face, grinning wickedly at him.

Not only that, when True Monarch Qingfeng turned to look around, he was horrified to find that the faces of the surrounding cultivators had all turned into Qin Ming’s, staring intently at him.

Instantly making his hair stand on end with a creepy sensation.

"So it was an illusion! Hmph!"

"Tricks of deception!"

True Monarch Qingfeng imdiately extracted a purple round orb, channeling mana into it with a point skyward!

The purple round orb burst with radiance, instantly sweeping away the surrounding illusions.

Revealing Qin Ming’s true body in a corner.

He imdiately pursued the advantage, slashing with his sword, cutting the opponent in two...

"Hahaha! A re petty skill daring to show off?"

"In the end, I still won... hahaha!"

...

...

In the real world, within the circular plaza.

The onlooking cultivators had peculiar expressions, all looking at the dueling field in astonishnt.

In contrast, those Nascent Soul Old Monsters had expressions of shock on their faces.

Not because Qin Ming had been slain.

But from the very start of the duel, they had only seen True Monarch Qingfeng sotis roaring in rage, sotis furious, and sotis laughing madly at the sky...

As if he had gone utterly mad...

Yet, Qin Ming on the opposite side hadn’t moved from the beginning to the end, let alone been injured.

Just by hearing Qingfeng True Monarch’s words like "I won," they knew that from the mont he entered, he had fallen into Qin Ming’s illusion technique.

Now, he was clearly trapped in a dreamscape carefully woven by Qin Ming, unable to extricate himself, unable to wake up.

In such a state, Qin Ming could take his life in an instant with even the slightest effort, and even his Nascent Soul would be unable to escape.

The layn watched the excitent, while the experts watched the techniques. All the Nascent Soul True Monarchs present couldn’t help but break out in a cold sweat.

They had a new perspective on this seemingly harmless young cultivator...

To ensnare a fellow Nascent Soul Cultivator into such a deep illusion realm, only a soul force far surpassing the other could achieve this.

It’s conceivable that True Monarch Wangyue’s attainnt in soul techniques is far beyond that of ordinary cultivators.

"Fellow Daoist Qin’s illusion techniques are astounding. Please withdraw your divine techniques, or Fellow Daoist Qingfeng might not wake up," Supre Yang secretly marveled in his heart.

He could tell that this was likely just the tip of Qin Ming’s iceberg.

’This fellow’s Divine Thought intensity is probably similar to mine, or even greater...’

’Indeed, his high alchemy attainnt is not without reason.’

Originally, he had wanted True Monarch Qingfeng to test out so things, but unexpectedly, even before he noticed, True Monarch Qingfeng had already fallen into the trap...

Qin Ming’s gaze flicked with a hint of green light, imdiately retracting the "Nether Soul Technique" divine technique.

In an instant.

In the center of the field, the bizarre-behaving Qingfeng True Monarch suddenly awoke from the illusion realm.

His face was pale, his expression uncertain, and the unique arrogance of a sword cultivator had completely vanished.

He was drenched in sweat, as if fished out of water. When he looked at Qin Ming again, his eyes were filled with deep fear.

If Qin Ming had harbored the intent to kill, he would likely already be a corpse...

True Monarch Qingfeng hesitated several tis, then bowed to Qin Ming: "Fellow Daoist Qin, your divine techniques are astounding. I concede."

After saying this, he turned into a purple streak of light and left the plaza.

Leaving the three disciples of the Ancient Sword Sect at a loss.

After all, his embarrassing display left him with no face to speak of.

In an instant.

The outskirts of the circular plaza erupted in deafening cheers, almost drowning the entire Dragon Abyss Island.

...

...

Afterwards, on Dragon Abyss Island.

Within a secluded and elegant cave mansion courtyard.

With great respect, Liu Yu handed the Golden Palace Script Page to Qin Ming: "Thank you, Senior True Monarch Wangyue, for helping out of a difficult situation. Please, do accept this Golden Palace Script Page."

Today, he had witnessed the duel between Nascent Souls, but it was vastly different from what he imagined.

There were no grandiose displays of divine techniques.

No powers of moving mountains and filling seas erged.

Nor were there heaven-destroying, earth-shattering Nascent Soul battles.

He hadn’t even seen how this senior exerted any effort, yet the Supre Elder of the Ancient Sword Sect conceded...

Perhaps, this is what a duel between Nascent Soul Great Powers truly is.

It’s certainly not sothing they, as Golden Core Stage cultivators, could currently comprehend.

"Hmm, this item is useful to , so I’ll accept it."

"However, I won’t take advantage of you juniors. Here is the Yang Returning True Water you wanted, take it."

Qin Ming put away the Golden Palace Script Page, then took out a green jade bottle and handed it to Liu Yu.

Liu Yu and his wife hadn’t expected to gain anything more; just settling this matter peacefully was the best outco.

Unexpectedly, this senior True Monarch Wangyue was so generous.

So different from those temperantal Nascent Soul True Monarchs.

"Thank you, senior, for your generous gift!" An elegant excitent was barely hidden on Liu Yu’s face.

Qin Ming waved his hand nonchalantly and said, "It’s nothing, just a transaction."

With the script page in hand, just as he was about to leave to study it,

Liu Yu, looking conflicted, mustered up the courage to step forward and bow deeply to Qin Ming:

"I hope senior can forgive ! Actually, I have... two more such Golden Palace Script Pages here."

"Hmm?" Hearing this, Qin Ming stopped in his tracks and frowned.

Then.

Liu Yu signaled to his beautiful wife to quickly go inside the cave mansion and fetch the other two Golden Palace Script Pages.

Soon after, they were respectfully presented to Qin Ming.

Qin Ming took the pages and after verifying they were the sa material as the previous one, realized that the content on them was completely different.