Eternal Swordmaster
Chapter 628 - 623 Courage 9

Chapter 628: Chapter 623 Courage 9

A chaotic palace corridor.

Lin Xin, leading the team from Green Lake Mountain, turned a corner and saw a chaotic scene.

Snow monsters and monks were mixed together.

Among the monks, there were two groups, one dressed in earthy yellow robes, mostly wielding strange weapons resembling steel claws.

The other group in blue robes relied solely on their palms, fighting with the sound of thunder and lightning, their presence forceful and dominant.

"It’s the Hengsha Sect and the Heavenly Vista Sect; they sure got here quickly but they’re also dying quickly," said Feng Huai in a cold voice from behind.

"Is the Void Palace also something these minor households can meddle with?"

"Both sect masters are here; it looks like they’ve deployed everyone," Zheng Rong whispered in reminder.

He looked towards Feng Huai, but the latter’s gaze had shifted to Lin Xin.

"Don’t look at me; Lin is our leader right now."

Lin Xin nodded and glanced at the chaotic scene.

It seemed like it wouldn’t take long for the snow monsters to be wiped out, as both sects had two Fifth Rank Polar Region powerhouses holding the situation together.

"Go straight through, don’t waste time."

He took big strides directly towards the middle of the melee, with the Green Lake Mountain followers quickly keeping pace behind him.

Shi!

A snow monster blocking the way was fiercely cleaved in two by the Red Flower Sword, flying sideways and knocking over two entangled monks and snow monsters.

"Who is that!?"

"It’s Green Lake Mountain!"

Suddenly, all the monks turned their attention to this group that had appeared out of nowhere.

There were only about twenty monks present in total, all above Golden Core, the essence of their respective sects.

And the team from Green Lake Mountain also had seven or eight people; if they joined the fray, they could swiftly eradicate the snow monsters.

But the young man leading them just kept his eyes straight, passing through the battlefield without a second glance.

Shi!

Another snow monster appeared in front of him, but before anyone could see it clearly, the monster collapsed on the spot, hissing into a pile of snowflakes, its Undying nature utterly useless. No one even saw how it died.

People from both sects were shocked and involuntarily cleared a path; even the snow monsters and monks engaged in a life-and-death struggle shifted their locations, not daring to get close to the Green Lake Mountain group.

A snow monster ventured slightly too close to this team, and two Green Lake Mountain monks drew their swords simultaneously.

Shi!

White light flashed, the snow monster collapsed with a boom, its body severed into three parts, scattering into snowflakes and not rising again.

Just like cutting a radish, they had eliminated the snow monster; its Undying feature completely ineffective.

It was then that everyone noticed a faint layer of white light covering the blades of these monks’ swords, standing out conspicuously.

Suddenly, a monk in yellow robes seemed to retreat several steps after being hit by a snow monster, blocking the path of the Green Lake Mountain group.

"Move."

Lin Xin’s footsteps paused and he looked indifferently at the man who had appeared in front of him.

The man actually stood his ground, his body slightly coiled, but still not stepping aside.

"The treasure location is just up ahead. All our brothers from Green Lake Mountain, our two sects have toiled to hold off the snow monsters outside, and you come in directly to snatch the fruits of victory.

Green Lake Mountain? Heh, even if you’re domineering, you should leave us a way out, right?"

This man’s gaze flickered, pretending to suppress his resentment, but he didn’t dare to look Lin Xin in the eye.

Lin Xin’s brow furrowed, about to speak.

Bang!

The man in front was suddenly struck on the shoulder by Feng Huai; he spat out a mouthful of blood, tumbling away like a rolling gourd, his life or death unknown.

"Block the way again, and you die!" Feng Huai said coldly.

"Lin, if these minor sect people dare to obstruct us, killing them wouldn’t be taken lightly. Who in the Mortal Realm would dare to question the actions of Green Lake Mountain?

Brother Lin, in your conduct... after all, you joined the sect late and lack the style of our people from Green Lake Mountain."

Lin Xin was somewhat taken aback, and after freezing for a moment, he looked around at the others who all seemed to think this was natural.

The remaining people from the two sects were silent as cicadas in winter, with no one daring to step forward to block them.

The two sect masters showed a look of sorrow and anger, but were entangled with two stronger snow monsters, unable to move.

And on the faces of all the monks from Green Lake Mountain, there was a hint of subtle pride.

"Alright... I think I understand now," Lin Xin said to himself, realizing the meaning of what it was to be the overlord of the Human World.

He continued to lead the team forward, and this time no one dared to obstruct them.

Any monk who got too close was unceremoniously pushed away by members of the team.

In the midst of the chaotic battle, a wide and straight path was directly parted.

"The central hall is just ahead; I can already sense the barrier of life and death from the Four Seas Fairy Mountains, the aura of that kind of magic artifact," Huang Le whispered to Lin Xin.

"Stay alert," Lin Xin raised his hand.

The group passed through the battlefield, and before them lay a frozen white river with a smooth icy surface, without a single scratch or footprint, as if no one had ever crossed it.

The river was over ten meters wide, and on the opposite bank was a large black metal door, already battered and full of holes and gaps.

Through the hole, one could see a faint red web spun out of silken threads, completely enveloping the entire hall.

"This is the River of Grudge, the accumulation of the elemental energy of all the lives that have perished here in the Void Palace over countless years. It cannot be crossed directly, or else magic artifacts will be clouded and cultivation will be damaged,"

Zheng Rong said in a deep voice.

They were nearing their destination, and Feng Huai fell silent, quietly shrinking behind Lin Xin, still having two people block him from both sides.

"River of Grudge?" Lin Xin did not move.

A cultivator from Green Lake Mountain stepped forward, took out a funnel-like magic artifact, flipped a few switches on the side of the artifact, and then plunged it into the river.

Suddenly, a rapid hissing sound spread.

At the spot where the funnel was inserted, the pristine ice surface quickly melted, turning into a boiling green river.

The river’s surface extended forward, slowly forming a greenish river channel over a meter wide.

The only problem was that the process wasn’t fast, so they had to wait.

Lin Xin tried to squat down and touched the white ice surface.

His fingertip immediately hurt, turning black quickly, as grudge energy invaded his body, crazily trying to rush into his blood vessels and meridians.

But fortunately, his physical constitution was incredibly strong, and his resistance was immensely powerful, so the grudge energy moved very slowly, only creeping up at his fingertip, posing no danger for several days.

Yet, even his body met with such trouble, one could imagine the terror of the grudge energy within the ice surface.

"Such potent corrosion," he said.

He quickly circulated white light to expel the green gas from his finger.

"Senior Brother need not worry. With this Grudge-Purifying Flask artifact, we only need to wait a little while. What is a deadly threat to other cultivators, we can pass through normally," Zheng Rong explained.

Lin Xin nodded, and looking towards the front gate, through the hole in the door, he could faintly see gold and black energy clashing, with roars and explosions incessant.

Although he couldn’t feel the temperament inside, he could indeed sense the fluctuations of the Purifying Force of his silly sister.

The Purifying Force was extremely pure and clean, and even within a sealed barrier, it was perceptible.

However, the fluctuations of the Purifying Force were somewhat unstable, and Lin Xin began to worry inwardly.

His silly sister must have awoken the Bloodline Power of the Chanting Star Clan recently, due to properties he had transferred to her added to the activation of bloodline wings in the previous ceremony. The rank position of this Purifying Force was probably only the lowest, with the Double Wings level, without the power to protect herself.

"Almost there... almost there..." He watched the ice surface melting and extending slowly, waiting patiently.

Comparing himself with Feng Huai, Lin Xin roughly understood his current strength at the Fifth Rank.

A Fifth Rank Second Level cultivator like Feng Huai counted as an average Human Immortal. But due to being a cultivator from Green Lake Mountain, with cultivation techniques that had enduring stamina, even if he fought his opponent for ten days and nights, there would be no danger of depleting his True Yuan.

The biggest advantage of the Green Yuan Decision was its True Yuan purity, which was more than a dozen times that of other Fifth Rank Human Immortals.

Regrettably, the prohibitions here affected spell methods, leading to Feng Huai’s many magic artifacts being sealed within the spatial equipment, unable to be taken out, rendering his robust True Yuan useless. Bereft of his biggest advantage, that was why he had previously been so severely suppressed by a guardian snowman of the Wang Family.

But the energy storm would eventually pass...

Once it stopped, Lin Xin estimated that Feng Huai’s Strength, which could burst forth instantly, would not be below his current cultivation level.

After all, the air from this guy’s possessions made him also feel extremely cautious.

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Seeing Lin Yaoyang looking disheveled, her skirt torn, and her black stockings worn out with several large holes, tattered and ragged, and her top almost unable to contain a surge of waves,

Dong Shengping felt a faint surge of anger in his heart.

"The great name of the Purifying Force, I have long heard of it; today, I shall seek its teachings earnestly," he said.

Suppressing the desire in his heart, he believed in not discriminating against opponents based on gender or beauty in battle and combat, a principle he had adhered to for hundreds of years and a key factor to his survival.

So he was very serious when he spoke.

Lin Yaoyang also calmed down. With nothing in her hands, she was hesitating when suddenly, the person opposite her drew the treasured sword from his back and threw it over.

"Catch! You should be skilled with a sword, right?" Dong Shingping said calmly. "I respect every opponent I face, and every enemy I have ever faced.

Because respecting them is respecting myself."

Lin Yaoyang caught the treasured sword, also stunned. She had never encountered such an opponent in her life.

Dealing with an enemy in such a way...

She couldn’t find the words to describe the feeling at that moment.

"Let’s continue," she said.

Dong Shengping’s arms were folded across his chest.

An invisible aura gently vibrated around him.

"I can feel that there is a powerful force inside you that has not yet been unleashed," he said.

His black hair flew backwards violently as if a fierce wind was pulling and straightening each strand.

"Supreme Elder Initial Open, True Yuan Integration..." Dong Shengping’s eyes faintly lit up with blue light.

"Initial Integration!" he exclaimed.

Suddenly, his aura condensed into a mass, covering his arms like a transparent current.

It shot explosively towards Lin Yaoyang.

Boom!

Lin Yaoyang’s sword light flickered, using all her might to perform her family’s Full Moon Swordsmanship, drawing circles of Inner Strength that caused the air to whistle, forming a massive transparent sphere.

But the sphere was instantly shattered by the current.

The transparent current slammed into Lin Yaoyang’s chest.

Her eyes went dark, and she couldn’t help but spit out a mouthful of fresh blood from her throat.