Sword Dynasty
Volume 1: Great Rebel
Chapter 28: Lifesource Realm
Boom.
Zhong Xiu was thrown helplessly against the wall, the light
purple sword flying upwards and piercing a ceiling beam.
His face was covered in tiny beads of blood. His blue lips
trembled slightly. Looking at the countless wounds blooming on his left arm,
his eyes filled with helplessness and despair.
It was the helplessness and despair of being unable to fight against a powerful cultivator.
At the same time, Tang Que was also thrown backward. His
blue sword had been bent and twisted by the terrifying force, and it fell to
the ground like a bent iron rod.
The storm suddenly subsided.
Zhang Nan, completely drenched, was like a fish out of
water. His mouth opened as if he wanted to speak but could not make a sound.
Tang Mengchen’s hands were still raised. Through the holes
in his sleeves, two blue square boxes were clearly visible. At this moment, his
eyes were focused on the top of the horn-shaped sword. His eyes were filled
with helplessness and despair.
Everyone froze where they stood.
Some wielded blood-stained swords, others were covered in
blood, yet everyone stopped because of this blow.
This single blow, a sword slash from top to bottom, sent the
enemies retreating and shattered the waves.
Footsteps sounded in the corridor, leading to this room.
Like a building being torn down, countless holes appeared in
the doors, windows, and walls of this room.
Seeing the cold figures crowding outside the holes, and the
layers of cold light flashing on the roof outside the window, Zhang Nan almost
screamed, “How is this possible! You clearly said you don't want to have
anything to do with important people? How could you have cultivators from White
Goat Cave? How could you invite cultivators like this!”
Zhang Nan's shout represented the thoughts of most of the
people in the room.
The horn-like tip of the sword slowly disappeared. The
entire sword slowly and miraculously melted into the white-haired old man's
hand as if being drawn back into his body.
This represents the cultivation level, Lifesource Realm!
Realm one was Profound Understanding; realm two was Energy
Refinement; realm three was Energy Vital; realm four was Energy Fusing;
realm five was Spirit Thought; realm six was Lifesource; realm seven was
Mountain Moving; realm eight was Heaven
Opening; and realm nine, Immortal.
When one cultivated to realm five, the Spirit Thought Realm,
the vital energy and the primal energies of the universe would cause the
cultivator’s body to transform. The cultivator’s mental power would grow
significantly stronger. At this level, a cultivator could use mental power to
infuse vital energy into unique instruments such as flying swords and seals.
Flying swords and seals could be activated with just a
thought.
This meant that realm five possessed completely different
speed and power compared to realm four. One would possess a multitude of
unimaginable and diverse tactics.
When one reached realm six, the Lifesource Realm, it was
even more terrifying than realm five. Vital energy could be divided into yin
yang and the five elements. Cultivators could choose suitable treasures and
create their own lifebound items.
For Zhang Nan and the others, although they knew that there
were many cultivators above realm six in Changling, they had never seen one due
to their social class. They had never witnessed the power of lifebound items.
They could often encounter realm five cultivators if they
wanted to. But they would not be able to see realm six cultivators if they
wanted to.
The difference between these two realms was comparable to
the difference between those with power and ordinary people. It was the
dividing line between serpents and prawns.
This was why Zhang Nan could not understand and fell into
despair.
Were not cultivators who could reach realm six either
high-ranking officials in the court or elders and leaders of cultivation sects?
How could such a person, who would attract the attention of
both prime ministers in the court, personally fight for Wang Taixu!
How was this possible!
No one paid attention to his shouts.
The old man in white, who had determined victory today by
revealing his cultivation realm, seemed deaf to Zhang Nan's sobs.
Wang Taixu ignored Zhang Nan’s sobs.
He turned and stared emotionlessly at the three people
behind him, whose faces had already drained of blood.
These three were good friends who had fought by his side.
However, just now, they had teamed up with others to kill him.
The three had injured two other people in their surprise
attack.
At this moment, one person's snow-white sword was still
dripping with blood.
“Why?”
Wang Taixu's gaze fell on the blood-stained sword in the
other person's hand.
“Li Xueqing, I bought you from slave traders. I was the one
who found this Snowflake Sword for you. Why do you want to kill me? Tell me
why, tell me the real reason.”
Seeing the young cultivator remain silent, Wang Taixu
continued, calmly and solemnly, “Even if it's to satisfy my curiosity, if you
tell me the real reason, I promise to treat your family well. I can even tell
them that you died protecting me.”
Hearing Wang Taixu's words, the young cultivator holding the
white sword smiled sadly and said, “A girl I was close to from another tower is
in their hands. That's why I betrayed Big Brother.”
Then he knelt down facing Wang Taixu.
With a soft sound, the sword in his hand reversed as he
knelt. The tip of the sword pierced his back, and blood instantly covered his
entire back.
“Thank you.”
A bearded middle-aged man sighed. He first raised his folded
hands towards Wang Taixu and said, “Thank you.” Then he said, “I wanted to kill
you because I did some things to the other brothers in the gang. A few years
ago, Liu San's wife… I made a big mistake while drunk. I don't know how they
found out, and I made an even bigger mistake in my confused state of mind.”
After saying this, the bearded middle-aged man pierced his
heart meridian with his hand. His entire hand sank into his chest, and he fell
to the ground with a look of guilt.
Another pale-faced man, about Wang Taixu's age, looked at
the blood-stained ground and sighed softly. He said, “I felt I would be a
better leader of the Two Level Tower, and I didn't trust you to lead. Now, I
know I underestimated you.”
After saying this, he bowed deeply to Wang Taixu. The long
sword in his hand stabbed into his own body.
The streets had their own rules.
Knowing they would not escape, Tang Que and Tang Mengchen
exchanged glances and then swung their swords towards their own necks.
This was an even worse way to die. Blood, still warm,
sprayed into the air.
Blood even splashed half of Zhang Nan's body.
“You don't have to die,” Wang Taixu said, staring at him.
Zhang Nan's fatty flesh trembled. He stared at Wang Taixu in
disbelief, afraid that Wang Taixu was only deliberately giving him hope before
ruthlessly crushing it so that he would suffer even more before death.
“Enough people have died today. I don’t want my brothers out
there to have to fight with your hidden subordinates.”
Wang Taixu looked a little tired. He closed his eyes and was
silent for a moment. Then he said, “But since Zhong Xiu has attacked me, he
must die… If Thunder Rain Hall can’t run its business in the south of the city
without him, the Two Level Tower will protect it. We’ll only take two-tenths of
your business. From now on, we’re in the same boat. I hope you’ll remember what
I said today and my attitude.”
Hearing that, Zhang Nan finally stopped trembling. His eyes
finally showed life.
However, Zhong Xiu, who was lying in the corner like a
butterfly with broken wings, let out a scream filled with resentment. His back
hit the wall behind him hard and was thrown backward, surrounded by pieces of
wood.
Wang Taixu's eyebrows did not even move.
He did not even look at Zhong Xiu.
In the night, a scream rang through the air, followed by the
sound of metal piercing flesh, and then hitting the ground.
He waved his hand at Zhang Nan, who was lying on the ground,
and said in a low voice. “Now, you can go out and tell all your men that you're
still alive. Go with them and remember what you have to do next.”
“I only know that it was a certain important figure in the
military; I don't know anything else.” Zhang Nan fled out the door screaming.
He had originally wanted to acquire some of the Two Level
Tower’s business factions, but instead, he lost two-tenths of his business. He
lost a powerful cultivation guardian. Fatty Zhang, a prominent figure on the
streets who could make the streets tremble with just a stomp of his foot, felt
so weak he nearly rolled down the stairs.
What terrified him was the blow from the white-haired old
man's lifebond sword.
“Thank you, Mister Du.”
Wang Taixu, who would have a higher status on the streets of
Changling in the future, bowed deeply to the seated white-haired old man.
“This person you chose is good. Perhaps I would have allowed
him to join my sect if this were normal times.” the white-haired man replied
calmly. After glancing at Ding Ning, he stood up and left.
“I'm still alive.”
Wang Taixu watched the old man leave. Then he looked at Ding
Ning seriously and said with emotion, “So from today on, you are a disciple of
the White Goat Cave.”
Ding Ning shook his head, as if saying to himself, “It's
that simple?”
Was it that simple?
If the White Goat Cave had not coincidentally angered the
empress’ family and been forced to immediately join the Green Vine Sword School
soon, if this Mister Du had not received His Majesty’s grace and been allowed
to retire, if cultivators did not desire to live more comfortably for the rest
of their lives, if it were not for not having to care about what the people in
the court thought… how could one of the strongest people in the White Goat Cave
come and help him resolve this problem?
This was a complicated matter with a great price.
Notes:
This novel is not my work... I just translated it from a Chinese web novel written by Wu Zui
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