Martial Arrogance Dragon Soul-Chapter 138 - 129 Junior Qin Returns
The breakthrough in cultivation brought a direct enhancement of power.
"If I had the strength I have now during that assessment battle for the new disciples, perhaps Yun Chenxing and the other West Courtyard Disciples wouldn’t have met their tragic deaths!"
"And Mu Yunlan, he probably wouldn’t have had the chance to escape..."
Qin Qing took a deep breath, his eyes flashing with a sharp edge.
"There should be about half an hour until the start of the all-disciple competition. In this half hour, I’ll first consolidate my cultivation, and then comprehend the Primordial Sword Technique..."
Qin Qing had a meticulous plan in mind.
He knew that with his original strength, it was simply impossible for him to take the lead for the West Courtyard in the all-disciple competition.
That’s why he had chosen this moment to seclude himself and strive for a breakthrough to the Seventh Level of the Soul Refinement Realm.
But this still wasn’t safe.
There were few who knew what Qin Qing really relied on, and that was his swordsmanship.
To be more precise, the Primordial Sword Technique.
While everyone knew that Qin Qing wielded a long spear, only a handful knew that he was also skilled in swordsmanship.
Nobody knew that, in the way of the sword, Qin Qing also possessed an extraordinary talent, far beyond that of a typical genius.
Even the use of the Blood Burning Secret Technique was no longer a secret.
After all, since Qin Qing was able to defeat a Divine Might Realm Great Martial Master while at the Soul Refinement Realm, anyone could guess that he had cultivated some kind of Secret Technique that could boost his cultivation strength.
In fact, many people had cultivated such techniques.
Or rather, other Martial Cultivators also had the ability to enhance their strength beyond their realms for a period of time; otherwise, there wouldn’t be those genius Martial Cultivators capable of fighting across a Great Realm.
Therefore, Qin Qing’s ability to fight across realms was no longer a secret; only the Primordial Sword Technique was the ace up his sleeve that he now kept hidden at the bottom of his box.
The Primordial Sword Technique was profoundly deep.
With Qin Qing’s talent, even after such a long period of comprehension, he still remained at the most basic, introductory stage.
One could even say that Qin Qing hadn’t really even reached the doorway.
The Primordial Sword Technique had nine moves in total, and each move had nine levels—or, rather, nine maneuvers.
Yet Qin Qing hadn’t even grasped the first maneuver of the first move.
Keep in mind that this is only the first maneuver of the very first move.
However, Qin Qing’s mentality was very good.
"This Primordial Sword Technique is not an ordinary swordsmanship. Elder Cang Qingzi, when he reached the True Man realm, said that he had only comprehended a tiny fraction—a thousandth, a ten-thousandth—of the Primordial Sword Technique. This shows how exquisite and profound this swordsmanship is."
Qin Qing took a light breath, gathering his focus. His entire being suddenly converged, like a sharp sword hidden in a box, ready to leap out at any moment, revealing its edge...
The next moment, he exhaled sharply.
"Whoosh!"
A dazzling streak of azure light shot out, piercing through the air as if to penetrate the void, and flew forward with rapid force.
This Flying Sword was also a legacy of Elder Cang Qingzi, and had become the Spiritual Treasure nurtured within Qin Qing’s dantian. With a single thought from Qin Qing, the Flying Sword could be expelled, executing the legendary move of killing with a spat-out sword.
With a wave of his empty hand, the sword flew back into Qin Qing’s grasp.
As the Flying Sword was nurtured within the dantian, the bond between Qin Qing and the sword seemed to grow stronger, as if they had developed a sort of telepathy.
The sword had become as though it was a part of Qin Qing’s own body.
A moment later, Qin Qing entered into a state of self-forgetfulness.
Within his entire world at this time, there was only this sword, as though he himself had completely merged with it as one.
Sword Heart, clear and bright!
Qin Qing had completely entered the state of "Sword Heart Clarity".
"Swoosh swoosh swoosh!"
The flying sword whirled around Qin Qing’s body, flying incessantly. At times, it would fly into Qin Qing’s hand, and he would swing it around, his moves as fluid as drifting clouds and flowing water, his entire being entering a state of utmost grace.
Thus, the time of about one cup of tea passed.
In this tea-time duration, Qin Qing immersed himself in the world of Sword Heart Clarity, as if a month, even a year, had passed.
This was the essence of Sword Heart Clarity.
Sword Heart Clarity is akin to an epiphany in cultivation.
As long as one remains in the state of Sword Heart Clarity, it’s as if constantly being in the state of an epiphany.
An epiphany, for the vast majority of martial cultivators, is an elusive state, or rather a matter of chance.
Yet Qin Qing could remain in this state of epiphany continuously.
Therefore, the gains from his cultivation time spent as long as a cup of tea surpassed the gains that others might get from a month, even a year, or longer.
When the Sword Qi finally settled, a contented smile surfaced on Qin Qing’s lips.
"First form, Second Level!"
Qin Qing had successfully advanced into the Second Level.
At this point, the power of his Sword Qi had increased by two to three times.
In other words, whereas previously, under extreme circumstances, Qin Qing could wield the power of an average False Core Realm martial master, now the upper limit of this extreme power had further improved by two to three times!
Qin Qing extended a hand, and the flying sword that had been circling around him transformed into a green Sword Pill, flying into his palm.
As Qin Qing’s thoughts moved, the green Sword Pill vanished from his palm as if melting into his flesh and blood. In the blink of an eye, it traveled along the meridians of Qin Qing’s body, re-entering his dantian and continuing to be nurtured by his spiritual power and Qi-Blood.
"Now, I should be able to compete with the likes of Gu Fengxian!"
Qin Qing’s eyes flashed with determination, and then he contained the gleaming sharpness within.
The time was just about right for the start, and so Qin Qing left the practice room, hastening towards the Martial Arts Ground.
...
On the Martial Arts Ground.
It was once again teeming with people.
During the preceding rest and preparation period, many had left the Martial Arts Ground.
However, as the time for the competition approached, all these people had returned.
Among the many disciples of the West Courtyard.
"I told you, that Qin Qing surely took flight at the last minute. He really doesn’t have an ounce of courage!" Mo Nian said impatiently.
"Mo Nian, can’t you speak less?" Mo Kong was somewhat frustrated to hear his son prattling on.
"Dad!" Mo Nian said discontentedly, "I think it’s better to find someone else to replace him now; there’s still time. Otherwise... when it’s time to fight, we’ll be one person short!"
"I know what to do, you don’t need to tell me!" Mo Kong said with a frown, feeling conflicted in his heart.
Would Qin Qing come back after all?
And where could he find a suitable replacement now?
Mo Kong had no choice but to prepare for the possibility that Qin Qing wouldn’t return.
"Junior Sister Ruorong, you should see your junior brother’s true colors by now, right? He’s just a coward, as timid as a mouse. I don’t think he’s coming back!" Pei Zhenshan said to Jiang Ruorong who was next to him.
However, just as Pei Zhenshan’s words ended, suddenly a disciple from the West Courtyard said excitedly, "Junior Qin is back!"
