NOVEL SIMPLE Chapter 74: What Is the Great Power Sword Dao?
Chapter 74: What Is the Great Power Sword Dao?
Half an hour later.
A towering, majestic mountain range appeared before Chen Zhixing.
"Young master, ahead is Tianchuan Mountain."
A cold and authoritative female voice echoed in Chen Zhixing's mind.
Chen Zhixing slightly nodded, concealing his aura, and moved into a dense forest, hiding behind a massive boulder.
He then raised his head, looking toward Tianchuan Mountain.
On the mountain, sword energy howled, and sword lights shimmered.
Figures wielding swords were coming from all directions, transforming into radiant sword arcs, spanning the sky, blocking out the sun and moon.
Each one looked like the legendary sword immortals from novels of his previous life, riding their swords through the wind, letting out long, resounding cries between heaven and earth.
They were graceful and free, beyond description.
Chen Zhixing's eyes slightly narrowed, lost in thought.
In the ten years since he arrived in this world, he had spent most of his time in Mount Ziwei, without truly witnessing the cultivation world.
The scene before him was like a glimpse into a vast, real cultivation world, unveiling just a corner of its grand picture.
It stirred his heart, filling him with a sense of yearning.
"As cool as they all look... why are they all wearing masks?"
A strange look appeared on Chen Zhixing's face.
Most of the cultivators on Tianchuan Mountain either wore black robes covering their faces or donned wide-brimmed hats with masks, all hiding their appearances and making it difficult to see them clearly.
"Hey, brother! Can you please move your foot? You're stepping on my fingers!"
At that moment, an irritated voice came from beneath Chen Zhixing.
Startled, Chen Zhixing instinctively stepped back.
From the leaf-covered ground, a figure rolled over and climbed up, blowing on his thumb.
"Ouch, that really hurts!"
The figure, wearing a goat mask, rubbed his hand in pain.
He then looked up at Chen Zhixing, his eyes lighting up, "Brother, your mask is quite unique! Where'd you buy it?"
"..."
Chen Zhixing was slightly stunned. He had been concentrating his divine sense so much that he hadn't noticed this person hiding in the grass.
"Why aren't you speaking, brother? Did my grand entrance just now scare you?"
The man in the goat mask blinked, then smiled warmly and said:
"I overheard you earlier wondering why everyone is wearing masks, right? Let me explain."
He cleared his throat and said with a grin, "It's simple. When traveling in the martial world, who isn't cautious? Especially in competitions for fortune and opportunity. If someone got lucky and revealed their true identity, wouldn't they be hunted down the next day? Just like you, aren't you hiding behind a mask as well?"
Chen Zhixing thought for a moment, then nodded slightly. "You make a good point."
"Of course. My surname is Shan, and my given name is Yang. What about you, brother?"
Shan Yang?
Goat?
Chen Zhixing immediately understood that this must be an alias, but he was wise enough not to press the matter.
"I’m Bai Shi." Chen Zhixing politely cupped his hands.
"Good! Brother Bai, it seems you’ve come alone. How about we team up? That way, we can watch each other’s backs." Shan Yang suggested.
Chen Zhixing initially wanted to refuse, but upon considering the crowded scene on Tianchuan Mountain, he hesitated and nodded.
"Wouldn't that... trouble you?"
"Hey, why say that? As the saying goes, rely on friends when you're away from home. It's better to band together and stay warm than to fight alone, right?"
Shan Yang laughed heartily, patting Chen Zhixing on the shoulder. "Come, I’ve made a few friends along the way. Let me introduce you."
With that, Shan Yang led Chen Zhixing toward the foot of Tianchuan Mountain.
Before long, Chen Zhixing saw three figures at the mountain's base.
With Shan Yang’s introductions, the group briefly shared their backgrounds.
Among the three, the one on the left wore a black wide-brimmed hat with a veil hanging from its edge, obscuring his face.
"I am Xu Li, skilled in sword formations."
Xu Li casually waved his hand, and twenty-four small flying swords immediately flew out of his sleeve.
"Command!"
With a low shout, the twenty-four swords swirled like a school of red fish, forming a sword formation in the air.
The formation brimmed with sword energy and killing intent, sharp and fierce.
"Impressive!"
"Brother Xu, your sword formation is truly formidable. Even a peak Luminescence realm cultivator would fall to it!" Shan Yang immediately praised.
"Just showing off," Xu Li smiled modestly before a flick of his sleeve recalled the flying swords like homing swallows.
In the center stood a tall woman, dressed in long palace sleeves, with a slender waist. She wore a golden lark mask.
"I am Bai Ling, proficient in the art of illusionary swordsmanship."
The woman's voice was soft as she twirled her sword, instantly conjuring dozens of sword images, making it impossible to discern the real from the fake.
Her technique was quite exquisite, but Chen Zhixing could sense her cultivation was not very high, at most at the peak of the Transformation stage.
As for the third person, he was a silent, iron-masked man who hadn't said a word.
"A-Liang," he simply said before unleashing a single strike. A black sword light tore out, slicing a trench several dozen meters long into the earth.
Seeing this, the others' eyes filled with surprise.
The woman, Bai Ling, especially looked at A-Liang with newfound admiration.
Just from the aura of that strike, he was at least at the peak of the Luminescence realm, perhaps even at the Spiritual Wandering realm!
"Bai Shi, it’s your turn to show us what you’ve got," Shan Yang smiled at Chen Zhixing.
The others also looked curiously at Chen Zhixing, eyes filled with anticipation.
Bai Ling, in particular, scrutinized him closely. Judging by his attire, which seemed of high quality, she thought he might be a young master from a prestigious family. If she could get close to him...
"Me?"
Chen Zhixing was taken aback, then fell silent.
Sword Dao?
He didn’t know the first thing about swordsmanship!
"What’s wrong? Is it inconvenient for you to show us? It’s fine, we understand," Shan Yang laughed.
"It's not that. It’s just that my swordsmanship..."
Chen Zhixing coughed awkwardly and said, "My swordsmanship... is called the Great Power Sword Dao."
"Great Power Sword Dao?" The group was puzzled, glancing at each other.
They had never heard of such a style!
"Brother Bai, what exactly is the Great Power Sword Dao?" Shan Yang scratched his head.
"It’s... well..."
Chen Zhixing drew the Qingzhi Sword from the scabbard on his back and looked at a protruding rock face ahead.
He channeled some of his inner strength and, without any real technique, swung his sword down.
Boom!!!
In an instant, the entire rock face shattered into pieces, and even the entire mountainside rumbled.
"I call it the Great Power Sword Dao," Chen Zhixing sheathed his sword, his face slightly flushed with embarrassment.
It wasn’t so much that he cut the rock, but rather smashed it to pieces with brute force.
For a moment, the group was speechless, stunned.
Swinging with brute force—was that really supposed to be the Great Power Sword Dao?
The previously curious Bai Ling now looked visibly disappointed.
"So, he’s just all show. Probably nothing special after all. No noble family would raise someone with such crude skills," she thought, shaking her head and shifting her gaze back to the silent A-Liang, her eyes bright.
"Brother Bai, your swordsmanship is truly... unique," Shan Yang forced a laugh.
It was clear now—this Bai Shi was a complete novice at swordsmanship!
As the group chuckled to themselves, a thunderous boom erupted from the skies!
A figure wielding a sword appeared on the distant horizon.
That sword strike cut across the sky, splitting the heavens and earth in two!
"He's here?!"
Shan Yang and the others looked up, their expressions changing dramatically.