"Yes, Senior Brother..."
Then over there that senior brother said loudly,
"Since Fellow Daoist Wu Lian has already beaten us to it, we’ll also follow the rules: a small bout of three rounds, and then we’ll respectfully let you pass."
Chen Xuantian nodded. "Good."
Yeah, having backing really is sothing else; he couldn’t handle the Cloud Platform jumping into his face, nor the Ninth Peak Demon-Suppressing coming straight down, so he didn’t dare Refining it in an instant...
So a firefly took the initiative to fly over and bowed,
"Cai Jingxiu of Magu Mountain, here to seek instruction in Fellow Daoist’s Divine Skills."
This person was a young Cultivator, wearing a Magpie Tail Crown on his head and a splendid Vestnt robe on his body. Daoist energy coiled all around him, Five-colored Divine Light shielded his body, resplendent Qingyun hung above his brow, and he carried a Sword Box on his back. His power was anything but ordinary; clearly he was soone with solid foundations who had properly passed through the Sect’s exams.
Chen Xuantian could also clearly hear that this kid who was bowing so respectfully and properly was the very sa one who had just been yelling about fighting and killing.
Obviously, among this bunch of bandit-types, he was the one who had only just entered the Mystic Sect, with the lowest seniority and the thinnest Cultivation, so so blunt truths could be left to him to say. Now, naturally, he was also the first to co out and test swords.
This really couldn’t be called the Mystic Sect bullying a newbie; it’s more like when everyone goes out together, the whole point is to rob and farm wild mobs. If all the old-tirs sward up, each taking what they needed and scraping away all the opportunities, what scrap of Fur would the newbies even get?
So chances to charge the front line were often ceded to newbies; at the very least they could get a sip of soup, and it gave them a chance to prove themselves. You could only say the Mystic Sect still had too much bandit loyalty in its bones—refusing to take your pledge of loyalty ans they just won’t bring you out to play next ti.
Right then, Chen Xuantian was not polite either; he cupped his hands,
"I’ve just Refining a new strand of sword energy. Please, everyone, take a look. Fellow Daoist, do be careful on defense."
When Cai Jingxiu heard this, he treated it as a great enemy approaching, hastily pinched the formula and began chanting. Behind him, there was a "whoosh, whoosh" as sword light flared; from the Sword Box on his back he released thirty-six golden swords, forming a Sword Array to guard his front.
Talismanic swords, huh.
Honestly, the Sword Sect really doesn’t do much with talismanic swords. After all, rather than say they’re swords, they’re more like talismans.
As everyone knows, Cultivators can pre-make and store all kinds of Daoist Skill Divine Skills in talismans. Though they’re one-use items, at critical monts they can be insta-cast to save your life; it’s the sa idea as a Magic Scroll hand grenade.
And in the Mystic Sect’s research and developnt of talismans, there are roughly two directions: power and frequency. Power needs no explanation—the stronger and fiercer the better. Back in the day, the Divine Lord passed down the Heavenly Book, fad as the Blood Talisman; the Blood Talisman of the Divine Lord could instant-cast and summon the Ten Extres Formation, practically world-ending, insanely badass, holy shit, invincible under heaven. Even now the Mystic Sect still can’t make Array Talismans of equal intensity.
Frequency of use, of course, is about one talisman with multiple uses, freely controllable, making tools similar to Magic Artifacts.
For example, the talismanic swords the other party used now are mostly talisman paper with talisman sword light stamped on, where a flick of a talisman sends out a streak of sword light. And Magu Mountain’s specialty is that they can make all kinds of bamboo swords, wooden sword, and Copper Coin Sword. The golden swords before his eyes, used by this Cai Jingxiu, had talismans painted on the blades; they could be used like a Sword Array, not only quite powerful, but even if they were destroyed they could be remade, which was very economical on materials.
Mm, so this is also why the Sword Sect doesn’t often use talismanic swords. They can casually send and retract sword energy as it is; if they don’t just go straight to forging sword boys and sword infants, both can be considered higher-tier replacents for talismanic swords. There’s really no need to waste talisman paper on sword energy.
"Please, Fellow Daoist, instruct !"
Cai Jingxiu finished setting up his Sword Array and shouted to start the fight.
"Very well, then Fellow Daoist, be careful; this move of mine is quite big."
So Chen Xuantian nodded slightly, drew in one deep Refining breath, then opened his mouth,
"Swooooooosh————————!"
A black Sword Rainbow tore open the sea of clouds and cleaved down past the top of Cai Jingxiu’s head.
The surging Sword Wind was like a howling tidal wave; the Furious Sword Storm hacked open an ink-black heavenly chasm through the sea of clouds, a single glance making it look like a gigantic fault-line abyss.
The rampant sword energy slashed straight through the Magpie Tail Crown, blew apart his entire topknot, and sliced his long black hair into two halves.
Cai Jingxiu’s face sank into a kind of dead silence; on the scalp shaved bare by the Sword Wind, fine beads of sweat seeped out.
Yet the onlookers didn’t even spare his life or death a glance; they all turned their heads to look toward the place where that Sword Rainbow had fallen...
"Boooooom————————!"
Amid a sky-shaking, earth-shattering thunderclap, a Qi Wave of Refining and dust waves swept out, and a giant mushroom cloud slowly rose into the air.
Then crimson light and blood glow appeared, like a red star slowly rising, its blinding bloody radiance stabbing straight into the firmant.
The Great Array had been cut open.
The Divine Sword had erged.
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