Eternal Swordmaster
Chapter 414 - 408 Preparation 1

Chapter 414: Chapter 408 Preparation 1

Leaves fell in a flurry, and rays of sunlight penetrated the clouds, casting down onto the temple ground.

Amid the ruins of broken walls, Lin Xin placed one hand on Kun Ji’s chest, and dozens of dark red Demonic Swords pierced out from behind him.

This scene seemed almost like it was frozen.

Blood dripped drop by drop onto the ground, kicking up tiny circles of dust.

Kun Ji stared blankly at the large hole in his chest, seemingly having lost all ability to react, just standing dumbly.

Hiss!

Lin Xin withdrew his hand again, pulling the Demonic Sword out from his chest.

The blade’s edge sliced through his body, causing secondary damage, and ripped open a larger area of the wound.

Dozens of Demonic Swords directly sliced Kun Ji’s chest into a mess of slits and holes.

Blood splattered as he staggered back two steps and fell to the ground with a thump.

Clutching his chest, the blood simply continued to flow through his fingers.

"You...."

Lin Xin moved his neck, and a series of crackling sounds ensued as he stepped toward Kun Ji.

"For so long, it was you hunting me, and now, I stand before you, yet you are powerless. How pitiful...."

Kun Ji suddenly looked up, a burst of golden brilliance exploded within him, briefly enveloping everything around.

Lin Xin’s hand erupted with Demonic Qi, pressing down the golden brilliance until everything returned to normal. Kun Ji was already standing stiff in place, unmovable.

A breeze blew by, and his body collapsed to the ground like a floppy sack, oddly flat as it lay spread out.

"This time, you win," Kun Ji’s voice mysteriously drifted from afar, resonating over the temple.

"Third Crown Prince, a name well-deserved. This time I underestimated the rate of your Cultivation Practice improvement, but next time, next time it won’t be the same!"

Kun Ji’s voice carried a hint of grinding teeth.

As a Yuan Jing ancestor, he actually lost in a direct confrontation to a non-Yuan Jing Dao Seeking youth!

This was the most shameful battle in his thousands of years of life; he wasn’t beaten by others, but rather he was drained of Spiritual Energy and ultimately counterattacked.

However, he would reclaim this battle sooner or later.

"Molting Technique, huh?" Lin Xin looked at Kun Ji’s flat body on the ground. Clearly, all that was left was a husk; he was certain he had severely wounded his opponent, but the life force of serpent demons was beyond his expectations—he could not kill him like this.

All serpent demons possess an Innate Divine Skill known as the Molting Technique, generally used to fake death once, which cannot be used again shortly after and heavily drains Elemental Energy when used.

But as a means of escape, its effect is remarkable, and the Yuan Jing Level’s Molting Technique was naturally not something a Fourth Layer Yuan Dou practitioner like him could see through.

You must understand, his last strike was not just a penetrating chest wound; his body’s Demonic Qi also surged wildly into the opponent’s body, wreaking havoc.

But as it seems now, although his Attributes made his body terrifyingly tough, against a Yuan Jing Level, his Demonic Qi’s destructive power was like a mere tickle, probably not as strong as if he’d been struck again.

Kun Ji retreated defeated, this was his first encounter against a Yuan Jing, and it appeared both were badly hurt.

Touching his brow, Lin Xin recalled that last stab, the green dagger piercing his forehead, draining as much blood energy as he had accumulated in total previously.

The vast amount of blood energy, acquired through continual slaughter in the Underworld, was exhausted in that final thrust.

"Too bad.... can’t be used a second time."

Kun Ji’s molting husk gradually dissolved on the ground, turning into a viscous liquid and disappearing.

The temple returned to its previous calm once more.

Off to one side, Mr. Qingyun and one of the maids, his sister, were now crouching next to their elder sister, silent, unknowingly engaged in something.

But it was clearly nothing joyful.

"Hehe... hehehe...." Mr. Qingyun suddenly let out an eerie, desolate laugh.

"I, Qingyun, peerless in divine calculations, yet never expected I couldn’t even protect the very person I wanted to... What use is this skill to foretell good and avoid evil? "

He slowly raised his head, his eyes reddening as he looked at Lin Xin. All this was because of Lin Xin and Kun Ji, whose battle’s aftermath had killed his maid sister.

He had indeed not miscalculated; staying here was indeed his best chance at survival.

The opportunity for survival came, only costing the life of his maid, already the best possible outcome.

Unfortunately, this was not the perfect ending he truly desired.

"Are you seeking revenge on me?" Lin Xin noticed the hint of hatred in his heart and said faintly.

"No... even the Demon Emperor of Brahma Net Mountain, Kun Ji, couldn’t kill you; I certainly can’t either," Mr. Qingyun stood up, speaking somberly.

"But you won’t be at ease for long. Kun Ji may belong to the outside seat of Tianyun Dao, seemingly independent, but his power is under the protection of Tianyun Dao. If he can’t kill you, there are plenty of Yuan Jing who can."

"Oh?" Lin Xin raised his eyebrow slightly, "I don’t know if others can kill me, but I know you’re about to die now. Any last words?"

He said lightly, "I’m in a good mood right now; I can give you a moment."

"No need." Mr. Qingyun stood tall, his body slowly effusing hints of Purple Qi. "The Yuan Jing ancestors may not kill you, but they can wound you."

"I, Qingyun, may not be able to kill you, but I can still... harm you!"

Before his words had faded, his entire figure shifted in position, instantly teleporting next to Lin Xin, with his hand surrounded by purple Qi, rapidly unleashing over a dozen purple palm imprints.

All the palm imprints were arranged into a strange, constantly changing and cycling elliptical formation, fiercely striking towards Lin Xin.

But although he was fast, to Lin Xin now, he was merely a bit faster than an ordinary person.

Lin Xin even had the leisure to closely observe the purple palm imprint formation that flew into the air.

The purple formation continually changed into four types of formation postures in mid-air, then cycled repetitively, as if arranging troops in a battle formation.

Lin Xin waved his hand, and a large mass of Demonic Qi flew out, attempting to block the formation, but to his surprise, this formation seemed to be neither composed of Spiritual Energy nor Demonic Qi, nor any other type of force he had known or experienced.

Instead, it was a type of force he had never encountered before, resembling an illusory light and shadow, a non-existent object.

The formation passed through the Demonic Qi, striking directly in front of Lin Xin’s chest, like a shadow, with no tactile sensation at all, simply imprinting on his body, causing no damage or sensation, as if everything were just an illusion.

"What is this?"

Since it was unstoppable and too late to stop it, Lin Xin simply couldn’t be bothered to stop it and let it fall on his body.

The purple formation rapidly integrated into his body surface and disappeared, as if it had never appeared.

"It’s useless, this Purple Extreme Xuan Sha Qi has no lethal power. It can’t harm or obstruct enemies, nor does it have any other negative effects," Mr. Qing said coldly, his mouth already continuously dripping with blood.

"It only has one function. That is to interfere with your perception and absorption efficiency of Demonic Qi and Spiritual Energy... No matter what Cultivation Technique you practice in the future, it will be twice the effort for half the result!"

"Sir!!" his sister cried out in grief, wanting to rush over, but suddenly she tripped on something and fell to the ground. However, she still looked up, trying to crawl towards this side, tears streaming unchecked and her eyes swollen from crying.

Having followed Mr. Qing for so many years, she was almost raised by him since she was young, and she was very aware of the horrifying cost and significance of deploying this move.

"It’s okay. Kind Ling’er, leave here first. I’ll come soon. Although this move has cost me dearly, it’s not life-threatening,"

Mr. Qing said calmly, standing beside Lin Xin.

No sooner had he finished speaking than a wisp of purple Qi rose from under his sister’s feet, gradually enveloping her whole body.

"Obstruct my perception and absorption of Spiritual and Demonic Qi? Hinder my cultivation?" Lin Xin’s expression was somewhat strange, never encountering a Cultivation Technique with such effects in the world that had no attack power but permanently lowered an enemy’s potential. And someone had cultivated this?

Mr. Qing stood beside him, composed, although blood continuously flowed from his mouth, his face remained calm.

"I have inflicted you with the Purple Extreme Xuan Sha Qi, and in all under heaven, I am the only one from the Purple Extreme Sect, so the only person who can undo it is me."

He paused, looking straight into Lin Xin’s eyes.

"So you dare not kill me, as this Purple Extreme Xuan Sha Qi will gradually reduce your aptitude for handling Spiritual and Demonic Qi, until you completely turn into an ordinary human. This is my full-powered strike, issued at the cost of fifty years of my life, only alleviated slightly when I inject Purple Extreme Qi to undo the formation periodically.

So, you cannot kill me!"

His voice grew louder, full of intense emotion, his chest seemed to harbor boundless confidence!

Yet at this moment, Lin Xin’s expression was strange as he looked at the purple formation pattern on his chest.

"Purple Extreme Xuan Sha Qi? Are you sure you didn’t cast the wrong Cultivation Technique?"

He looked down again at the gradually dissipating purple formation pattern.

"Why don’t I feel anything at all?"

Mr. Qing was momentarily stunned, then regained his composure.

"Your Excellency, you might pretend there is nothing wrong now, but after a while, when its power increases, you’ll regret it too late."

Lin Xin looked at this overly self-assured guy, his face somewhat speechless.

With a grab of his hand, the Demonic Sword once again appeared, its blade’s Demonic Flame flickering more actively than before.

"Forget it, although I don’t understand why you’re so confident, it doesn’t matter anymore."

He waved the blade in his hand and suddenly took a step forward.

Boom!!

The ground exploded directly, and large chunks of floor and soil flew up.

In an instant, Lin Xin was in front of Mr. Qing, his blade moving from bottom to top, suddenly drawing a red line.

Sh!

The red line pierced through Mr. Qing’s body, lightly slicing open his flesh from the middle and bursting out from his back, flying far away into the sky, disappearing only after several moments.

The sword blade dispersed, turning into tiny light points and vanishing.

Lin Xin looked again at his chest, where the purple formation pattern had almost completely vanished.

With his current horrendous bodily resistance, it seemed this thing was directly immunized and resisted, having no effect at all.

Laughable that this guy actually thought he could threaten him with this from the beginning.

As he nonchalantly walked past this person, Lin Xin looked towards the maid Ling’er, still wrapped in purple Qi at the original spot, now only half of her face visible from outside.

She clearly saw what happened here, frantically crying, but no sound came from within the purple Qi, as if it had blocked out all noise.

Lin Xin gently raised his hand, a streak of Sword Qi transformed into a red shadow streaking out, aiming at Ling’er, but a strange occurrence took place.