NOVEL SIMPLE Chapter 81: A Life That Could Have Been Spared, Why Seek Death?
Chapter 81: A Life That Could Have Been Spared, Why Seek Death?
Boom!
In an instant, the heavens and earth changed dramatically.
The entire world plunged into darkness. The moon hanging in the night sky disappeared, the stars vanished, and the mountains and rivers all faded away.
Where Chen Zhixing stood, it felt as if he had been torn from this world, and everything before his eyes turned to nothingness.
A deep voice resounded from all directions simultaneously.
"I have practiced the Way of the Sword for three hundred years. In the first half of my life, I wandered without a home, losing every battle I fought. The world said that my accomplishments in this life were limited to the realms of spiritual wandering."
"Yet, I traveled across countless mountains and rivers, observing the birds in the forests to comprehend the Dao, and finally broke through my limitations. One day, I achieved true self, creating the Dharma Form 'Caged Sparrow'!"
"Since then, I have never lost again!"
Amidst the void, Chen Zhixing nodded solemnly.
Achieving true self at the age of three hundred?
That's impressive.
"Sword, rise!"
With a low command accompanying the voice, a thunderous sound followed.
Boom!
Instantly, nine incandescent sword beams, resembling reversed rivers of stars, pierced the vast void, stretching from the heavens to the earth. The nine sword beams intertwined like a net, slashing towards Chen Zhixing.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
In almost an instant, the nine brilliant, peerless sword beams engulfed Chen Zhixing completely.
At the same time.
On the peak of Tianchuan Mountain.
"Hahaha, that's it!"
Seeing this, the noble young man in ornate robes laughed heartily.
Chai Qingchi, who was watching from the void, showed a hint of surprise in his eyes.
"The 'Caged Sparrow' Dharma Form is considered top-tier on the path of the sword."
Chai Qingchi glanced at Zhao Chengsheng with a newfound respect.
The next moment.
Chai Qingchi squinted, looking towards the place where the nine sword beams had engulfed, and murmured to himself:
"Is it over?"
In the void.
Zhao Chengsheng's expression remained cold as he looked in the direction of Chen Zhixing, sensing the once surging 'Flying Blossom Sword Intent' rapidly diminishing.
"A life that could have been spared, why seek death?"
"Don't blame me; I gave you a chance. If you want to blame someone, blame yourself for being stubborn."
He shook his head and prepared to withdraw the Dharma Form with a hand seal.
Next, he planned to retrieve the ancient Sword God's flying sword, leave this place, and return to Haori Sword Sect.
He made up his mind that once he returned to the sect, he must inform the sect master that they could no longer indulge the young sect master like this.
Spoiling a child is akin to killing them.
With the young sect master's behavior, he feared it would bring a calamity upon Haori Sword Sect sooner or later.
Suddenly.
He paused and sharply looked up.
The sword intent that had been rapidly weakening before him vanished completely, replaced by—
Moo!
A deafening low roar suddenly echoed from where the sword beams had enveloped.
Bang!
Bang! Bang!
The incandescent sword beams seemed to be crushed by a tremendous force, instantly distorting and shattering into countless light rain!
A figure in pristine white robes, immaculate and free of the slightest dust, silently stepped out from the light rain.
This figure stood tall and heroic, with long black hair flowing like a waterfall. His entire body emanated brilliant starlight from five hundred acupoints, tracing an exquisite star map on his skin that shone through his clothes.
Behind him, spectral forms of bull demons with sky-reaching horns and legs stomping the earth, wrapped in chaotic mist, glowed with cold, profound light in their eyes.
"What is this..."
Zhao Chengsheng's body froze, a chill spreading through him.
Before he could finish his sentence—
Boom!
With a loud crash, the void beneath the figure's feet exploded and collapsed.
In a mere fraction of a second, the figure abruptly appeared right in front of Zhao Chengsheng.
"Aurora Strike!"
Zhao Chengsheng felt a chilling fear but reacted swiftly, slashing out a thousand sword lights towards the figure in an instant.
Bang—!
The figure merely punched, and five hundred bull demon phantoms roared in unison.
The countless sword lights were instantly shattered by the punch.
The next moment.
The figure punched again, shattering the divine sword Zhao Chengsheng used to block, then landed a punch squarely on his chest.
Crack!
Bones, flesh, and internal organs all shattered simultaneously!
Zhao Chengsheng's entire chest collapsed instantly, and he was sent flying, crashing heavily into the ground.
Boom!
The earth quaked as though struck by an earthquake. Cracks spread out like a spider's web from where Zhao Chengsheng landed.
Chen Zhixing looked down at Zhao Chengsheng and lightly stepped forward.
Whoosh!
A thousand feet of void shrank to an inch under his feet!
Chen Zhixing stood before Zhao Chengsheng.
Behind him, five hundred bull demons of power stood amidst the chaotic mist, mighty and imposing!
"The power of five hundred bull demons in one body—how is this possible?"
Zhao Chengsheng's eyes were filled with shock. Struggling to stand, he gripped the hilt of his broken divine sword and swung it forward once more.
Great Yuan Destruction Slash!
Clang!
Chen Zhixing neither dodged nor avoided, allowing the sword to strike him.
The wildly surging sword energy was absorbed silently by the Snowfeather Robe gifted by Chen Daoyan.
"Impressive swordsmanship, but a fragile body."
Chen Zhixing calmly reached out, grabbing Zhao Chengsheng by the head, lifting him to eye level.
"The strength of True Self third stage is much weaker than I expected."
"Even the Sword Dao Dharma Form I was looking forward to is underwhelming."
"Ah!!!" Zhao Chengsheng's face contorted in fury. Even with his essence shattered by a punch, he raised the hilt of his sword, stabbing madly at Chen Zhixing.
Boom!
A golden divine thought shot from Chen Zhixing's eyes, transforming into a giant hammer that smashed into Zhao Chengsheng's sea of consciousness.
Zhao Chengsheng felt an excruciating pain in his head. Unable to bear it, he clutched his head, the hilt of his sword slipping from his grasp.
"Your nature isn't bad, but unfortunately, you followed the wrong person."
Chen Zhixing shook his head, casually flinging Zhao Chengsheng away. He crashed through several ancient trees before finally stopping.
He lay on the ground, utterly drained of all strength.
"Following him leads nowhere. Consider joining me."
Chen Zhixing flicked his finger, and a communication talisman shot out, landing before Zhao Chengsheng.
The entire sequence of events happened swiftly, completed in the blink of an eye!
The spectators only felt their vision blur; the once-victorious Zhao Chengsheng now lay crippled on the ground, his life hanging by a thread.
"This..."
In that instant, everyone present, from Chai Qingchi to the other sword cultivators, couldn't help but reveal expressions of shock.
"Useless! All of them are useless!"
"A dignified True Self Level Three can't even handle a True Self Level One—what good are you to me?!"
From the deck of the flying boat, the young man in ornate robes cursed loudly.
"The syndrome of despising stupidity flares up again."
Chen Zhixing looked up at the flying boat looming over the void and muttered to himself.
Boom!
He instantly executed his teleportation technique.
The young man in ornate robes only felt the entire vessel sink. The next moment, Chen Zhixing, who had been on the ground moments earlier, now stood on the deck.
"What? You think you can kill me? My father is the sect master of Haori Sword Sect, at the Nirvana Realm, and our sect has an ancestor at the Apex! Who do you think you are?"
With a "swish," the young man opened his folding fan. Far from being fearful, he arrogantly lifted his chin and sneered at Chen Zhixing.
"So familiar..."
Chen Zhixing gazed at the young sect master, momentarily lost in thought.
Weak, ignorant, foolish, deluded by a sense of invincibility.
This scene was reminiscent of his tragic past self in the game "Great Cultivation."
"Familiar with what? Get off my flying boat right now! This place isn't fun at all, and I'm done playing!"
With a "swish," the young man closed his fan and snorted coldly.
"People must learn to pay the price for their foolishness."
A grayish-white aura began to well up in Chen Zhixing's eyes.
A chilling aura of death radiated from his gaze.
"What are you trying to do? Do you think this young master has no means of self-defense?"
The young man sneered, pulling out a handful of high-grade protective talismans and crushing them.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Golden barriers instantly enveloped him.
"My father said that with these protective treasures, even a peak True Self Realm expert would have a hard time killing me. You are just..."
The young man was still boasting when—
Hiss.
Grayish-white mist silently crept in, passing through the barriers effortlessly and enveloping him entirely.
In an instant, his words were cut short.
A bizarre scene unfolded!
The once-vibrant young man began aging visibly.
"My father is at the Nirvana Realm. How dare you..."
The young man only managed to utter a single sentence before his flesh shriveled, vitality drained, and his lifespan quickly diminished!
Within mere moments, he collapsed to the ground, transformed into a mummified corpse with eyes wide open, now just skin and bones.
“One cannot fathom the depths of the sea without seeing the ocean, nor fear the tiger without knowing its might.”
Chen Zhixing shook his head silently as he gazed at the mummified young master, his eyes filled only with pity.