Ling Tian Sword God-Chapter 568 - 566 True Essence of Fire_1

In the Northwest Wilderness of Aqua Country lay the territory of the Yin Family, one of the Four Great Hidden Clans in the world.

The Yin Family residence was located deep within this Great Wilderness. The family generally kept a low profile and rarely involved itself in the affairs of the Jianghu.

The scale of the Yin Family residence was comparable to a top-ranked sect, covering a radius of a hundred miles. This was the heritage of a hidden family that had thrived for hundreds of years.

A figure swiftly made his way toward an auxiliary hall of the Yin Family. The man was remarkably handsome, with a hint of ruthlessness in his expression. He was Yin Zongli, whose arm had once been severed by Ling Chen.

Soon, Yin Zongli entered the grand hall.

"Come in!"

An indifferent voice echoed from the grand hall.

Upon hearing the voice, Yin Zongli stepped into the Inner Hall. The auxiliary hall was quite spacious, with a simple environment. Thick layers of ice covered the walls and the floor. In the center, there was an ice platform where a middle-aged man with white hair sat, his expression indifferent.

"What is it?" The indifferent middle-aged man opened his eyes.

Yin Zongli quickly bowed. "The Nine Dragons Lake Swordsmanship Tournament will begin soon. Father told me to notify you."

"Oh? So soon?"

The middle-aged man was Yin Tianxi.

He gave a thoughtful look, then stood up. However, when his gaze fell on Yin Zongli, it suddenly hardened. "What happened? Why is your arm missing?"

Upon hearing this, Yin Zongli knelt on the ground abruptly. "I beg Second Uncle to seek justice for me."

"What exactly happened? Speak your mind."

Yin Tianxi was taken aback. His figure flashed, and he helped Yin Zongli up.

He was Yin Zongli’s biological second uncle and had no children of his own. Over the years, he had taken good care of Yin Zongli, considering him his own son.

Yin Zongli said, "It was Dustless from the Cyan Robe Association."

Yin Zongli recounted the events concerning Ling Chen to Yin Tianxi, adding embellishments.

"Humph, truly a vindictive brat, completely disregarding my Yin Family! He even dared to break your arm." Yin Tianxi was quite discontented. "Where was your father? Why didn’t he avenge you? Yin Zongli is my nephew. Had I known about this earlier, I would have broken Ling Chen’s arm in revenge!"

Yin Zongli sighed bitterly. "Of course, Father wants to avenge me too, but that boy has been hiding in the Cyan Robe Association all along, so Father could do nothing. We recently found out that the boy has become the Sect Leader of the Cyan Robe Association, making it even tougher to kill him."

As the Sect Leader of the Cyan Robe Association, even the Yin Family Patriarch would not dare to touch Ling Chen rashly. More importantly, if the Yin Family Patriarch made a move on Ling Chen, it would mean initiating a war with the Cyan Robe Association. Even Yin Zongli did not have enough influence to make the entire Yin Family avenge him with all their might.

Learning of the Yin Family’s stance, Yin Zongli was completely disappointed.

Then he thought of his second uncle, Yin Tianxi, known as the "Iron Finger Divine Sect." He was ranked third on the Master’s List, his finger technique unparalleled. With Yin Tianxi taking action, Yin Zongli did not believe Ling Chen could stir up any trouble. He did not want the opponent to die; he just wanted him to lose an arm, just as he had.

An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth!

"Well, my True Qi has accumulated to a limit and cannot be further advanced in a short period," Yin Tianxi declared, his gaze frosty. "During this Nine Dragons Lake Swordsmanship Tournament, I will challenge that Dustless and seize the opportunity to cripple his arm. Initially, I planned to break through to the Sky Apex Realm during this period; however, I’ve changed my mind now. I can wait until the tournament is over before making a breakthrough."

With his strength, crippling one of Ling Chen’s arms should not be a problem.

"Second Uncle, feel free to make a move," Yin Zongli said, delighted. "To my knowledge, the previous Sect Leader of the Cyan Robe Association has gone missing. The current Cyan Robe Association has declined significantly, so you don’t need to have any reservations."

Yin Tianxi smirked. "When did you learn to be so polite with me? I am your second uncle. If someone bullies you, of course, I have to stand up for you. Moreover, you are the leading talent of our Yin Family. Losing your right arm will certainly affect your progress. Humph, I will make him pay the price."

Humph, Dustless, this Swordsmanship Tournament will be your graveyard. Yin Zongli had already secretly contacted the family’s assassins. As soon as Ling Chen’s arm was crippled during the Nine Dragons Lake Swordsmanship Tournament, he would have them intercept Ling Chen midway and eliminate him.

「At Green Cloud Mountain.」

The rain was still pouring. Ling Chen was entirely immersed in his swordsmanship.

His figure moved freely in mid-air, sword light coiling around him. Visibly, the falling rain seemed to slow down, as if in slow motion, yet Ling Chen’s movements remained smooth and uninfluenced.

BUZZ!

Rings of red sword qi, originating from Ling Chen, spread outward. The rainwater affected by the ripples of the sword qi was instantly annihilated into nothingness, creating a constant rainless zone.

A scorching aura permeated the sword qi. All rainwater that came into contact was obliterated, disappearing without a trace.

There was a hint of the True Essence of Fire amidst it.

What is True Meaning? Martial arts that reached the Holy Grade would possess Martial Arts True Meaning. King-level martial arts cultivated to the transformation phase also had a high chance of producing Martial Arts True Meaning, and different martial arts possessed different Martial Arts True Meanings. True Meaning was the sublimation of the essence of martial arts; it empowered Saint-level martial arts and distinguished them from those below the Saint level.

The deepest cultivation of martial arts required a return to nature, to the primordial. Those whose abilities reached the Saint level had exceptional control over Heavenly Earth Energy. They could refine incomparably profound martial arts from the laws of heaven and earth—an achievement beyond ordinary people. True Meaning, in essence, was the embodiment of these universal laws.

However, Ling Chen had currently only grasped the True Essence of Fire—or perhaps "grasped" was too strong a word; he had merely comprehended a superficial trace of it.

This was gleaned from the second level of the Red Sky Sword Technique. Only the second-level sword technique incorporated the True Essence of Fire.

Sheathing his sword, Ling Chen pondered the sword techniques he had just executed. Even though the sword techniques were fierce, he felt that something was lacking.

His current cultivation had already broken through the threshold of the Fifth Level, reaching The Master of the Sixth Realm.

If he were to go all out, activating the Ancient Saint King Battle Technique, his cultivation could reach the Great Grandmaster Eighth Layer.

With the enhancement of his abilities, Ling Chen had finally gained sufficient confidence to compete with the world’s masters in this swordsmanship tournament.

WHOOSH!

Suddenly, a figure dressed in white rode a Qingfeng Jue and descended, landing not far from Ling Chen. It was Liu Feiyue.

"Junior Brother Wuchen, the Nine Dragons Lake Swordsmanship Tournament is in three days. We should set off."

Liu Feiyue looked at Ling Chen, a hint of seriousness in her eyes. She had witnessed Ling Chen’s progress over this period. In this tournament, Ling Chen will definitely dazzle everyone and shine brilliantly at Nine Dragons Lake.

"Alright."

Ling Chen nodded. A sword honed for three years is for a critical moment. My sword has been sheathed for a long time; it’s time to draw it.

With a slight move, Ling Chen leaped onto the Qingfeng Jue, leaving the mountain peak together with Liu Feiyue.