Invincible Starts From Dao Fruit
Chapter 109 - 87 Yuanchen Sword! [2nd Update, Request for Monthly Pass!]

Chapter 109: Chapter 87 Yuanchen Sword! [2nd Update, Request for Monthly Pass!]

"The pressure is even stronger!"

Chen Jichuan felt the pressure on his body suddenly increase, even making him struggle somewhat.

He turned to glance in the direction of the Stone Forest—

Chuu Sanyang was still struggling to persist, while Mu Junxiong was steadily advancing and soon passed Chuu Sanyang. When he got close to thirty steps, his speed suddenly slowed down drastically.

"It seems this Stone Forest can only stop those below the Eighth Rank."

Seeing that Mu Junxiong and Chuu Sanyang wouldn’t catch up anytime soon, Chen Jichuan continued moving forward.

Deep within the depression of the mountain was a cave that seemed to have collapsed due to a rockfall, leaving it filled with rubble. Looking around the three sides of the Stone Forest, steep cliffs and jagged rocks stood prominently, showing no peculiarities.

"A cave—"

Chen Jichuan stepped forward and entered.

Setting foot on the rubble, the stones made clattering sounds beneath his feet. Through the narrow crevices, he ventured deeper into the cave.

The traces of what once existed here could no longer be seen; the area was covered entirely by rocks.

But amidst the pile of rubble, there stood a sword—it wasn’t made of metal nor jade, yet it radiated a faint, clear glow.

As soon as Chen Jichuan laid his eyes on the sword—

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The sounds of metal striking stone suddenly echoed in his mind, and then a vision appeared. A middle-aged man in a long robe was seated cross-legged on the ground, both hands resting over his dantian.

As he opened his mouth—

Sword Qi emerged, slicing through azure clouds.

The speed of the Sword Qi, its fierce momentum, was so terrifying that it could drain one’s courage.

"What extraordinary Sword Qi!"

Chen Jichuan’s lips turned pale, yet his eyes lit up in admiration as he couldn’t help exclaiming in praise.

This stream of Sword Qi carried an aura of invincibility. Chen Jichuan asked himself—if he were to stand on the clouds facing it, he would have no way to defend against it.

Only endless despair and fear.

Luckily, it was merely an illusion.

Chen Jichuan’s Daoist skills allowed his soul to emerge; paired with his Transforming Strength and Innate abilities, his willpower was immense. After a moment of daze, he snapped back to clarity.

Crack.

The illusion dissipated.

Chen Jichuan once again saw the treasured sword and focused his ’Insight Skill’ on it—

[Magical Treasure: Yuanchen Sword]

[Grade: Low Grade]

[Description: The personal sword of Ten Thousand Sword Sect cultivator Li Jiye, nourished by Sword Qi. It can split into twelve and deploy the Yuanchen Sword Array. After a lifespan of 300 years, Li Jiye’s path to immortality was severed, so he sealed a lifetime’s worth of cultivated Sword Qi into the Yuanchen Sword and recorded the Ten Thousand Sword Sect’s ultimate skill, the "Sword Map", within it for future inheritors.]

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"Yuanchen Sword."

"Ten Thousand Sword Sect."

"Li Jiye."

Looking at the treasured sword before him, Chen Jichuan’s heart pounded with excitement. "It’s actually a magical treasure?!"

The Ten Thousand Sword Sect aside, and regardless of whoever Li Jiye might have been, just this Yuanchen Sword alone was enough to leave Chen Jichuan overjoyed.

"A Low-Grade Magical Treasure."

"With an inheritance contained within."

"It holds a lifetime of Sword Qi cultivated by Li Jiye."

Chen Jichuan didn’t know exactly what level a Low-Grade Magical Treasure reached, nor how profound the "Sword Map" was. But seeing how Li Jiye had lived for 300 years, his cultivation must have surpassed the Innate level.

A treasure and inheritance left by such a person would undoubtedly be far superior to the Divine Pouncing Saber of the Lishui Gang or the Wusheng Saber of the Wusheng Sect!

Moreover, the Yuanchen Sword also contained a stream of Sword Qi. With the Sword Qi of such a figure, who in all of Yongg State could oppose it?

What Golden-Crowned Divine Eagle?

What Yangg Qiu’s talisman?

Them all? Irrelevant.

"What a treasure!"

"What a treasure!"

Chen Jichuan’s heart burned with enthusiasm.

He stepped closer and grasped the sword’s hilt.

In that instant, a storm of countless Sword Qi seemed to descend upon him, bringing with it the excruciating pain of a thousand cuts.

"Pain! Pain! Pain!"

Chen Jichuan, able to endure tremendous agony, gritted his teeth and paid it no mind, composedly focusing on his senses.

He didn’t know how long it lasted.

Characters appeared before his eyes—profound and intricate, like pearls of wisdom. Chen Jichuan read them once, twice, but couldn’t retain them.

He had no choice but to enter the Da Liang World and jot them down piece by piece.

And so.

After a quarter of an hour of repetition, Chen Jichuan managed to record less than a tenth.

His body was already on the verge of collapse, and most of his Innate True Qi had been consumed.

"I can’t keep this up."

Chen Jichuan’s face was flushed as he released the Yuanchen Sword. He quickly stepped back a few paces before collapsing, gasping for air.

The Yuanchen Sword remained there—

Cold.

Merciless.

"Formidable."

"Formidable."

Though tortured and worn down by the Yuanchen Sword, Chen Jichuan felt no resentment. Instead, he was elated and couldn’t help praising it.

He wasn’t inherently masochistic.

It was simply because the more challenging the Yuanchen Sword was to claim, the more powerful it would be in his possession. The greater its difficulty, the greater its eventual value to him.

Chen Jichuan even wished it would take ten or eight years before he could claim the sword.

But—

"It won’t take ten or eight years."

"At this pace, I’ll record the ’Sword Map’ in no more than a day. After delving into it in the Da Liang World, the sword should be easy to claim."

Chen Jichuan pondered.

He turned around and exited the cave.

Looking back at the Stone Forest, he saw Mu Junxiong and Chuu Sanyang still struggling to make progress. When Mu Junxiong saw Chen Jichuan emerge, he couldn’t help asking, "My lord, is there danger within?"

The question wasn’t entirely out of concern for Chen Jichuan.

"Similar to here, it’s not particularly dangerous—just gets harder the deeper you go."

"I managed over fifty steps before I couldn’t go any further."

With the Yuanchen Sword not yet in hand and the "Sword Map" still incomplete, Chen Jichuan didn’t want Mu Junxiong to know what was inside. He brushed off the question casually.

"Even my lord could only manage fifty steps?"

Mu Junxiong shook his head in amazement. "I wonder what lies within to have such power."

Not far away.

Chuu Sanyang was meditating with his eyes closed, channeling his Inner Strength in an effort to break through to the Innate level from the Postnatal stage.

Chen Jichuan glanced over and told Mu Junxiong, "No matter what’s inside, this is a rare place for cultivation. It’s highly beneficial for our practice. Let’s settle down here for a few days and cultivate in peace. I also want to take this opportunity to try breaking through."

If he outright mentioned acquiring the treasure, it could spark dangerous thoughts in Mu Junxiong. By claiming he intended to cultivate instead, it greatly reduced the likelihood of Mu Junxiong harboring ill intentions.

"Even my lord plans on breaking through?"

Mu Junxiong’s face lit up, and he swiftly said to Chen Jichuan, "I wish my lord a swift breakthrough and divine achievement!"

Whether his words were sincere or not was hard to say.

Chen Jichuan didn’t bother to dwell on it. Smiling faintly, he said, "I’ll instruct the people outside to stay put for now and avoid any unnecessary trouble."

"A wise precaution."

Mu Junxiong nodded.

Chen Jichuan walked to the midsection of the Stone Forest and summoned Sheng Dayang. Leaning in close, he whispered, "Keep watch over this area! For the next two days, no one is allowed in or out, not even the Martial Alliance Hierarch. If anyone tries to trespass, tear this Yellow Talisman immediately."

As he spoke, he handed Sheng Dayang a child talisman from the parent-child sensing pair.

If Sheng Dayang tore the child talisman, the parent talisman in Chen Jichuan’s possession would ignite on its own, signaling trouble outside.

"Rest assured, Lord Yangg. I’ll keep a close watch."

Sheng Dayang nodded solemnly.

He understood the balance of power and knew that between White Jade City and the Martial Alliance, the former offered a far more promising future. Naturally, he knew whose orders to follow.

"Do a good job."

Chen Jichuan encouraged him with a word.

Then, he turned back and re-entered the collapsed cave to continue working on the Yuanchen Sword.

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Two days passed in the blink of an eye.

Chuu Sanyang was still cultivating in the Stone Forest, his face glowing with vitality and excitement.

It appeared—

He was close to breaking through to the Innate level.

Mu Junxiong was also cultivating, but he lacked Chuu Sanyang’s focus. He was frequently distracted, glancing toward the outer edges of the Stone Forest, checking to see if Chen Jichuan had returned.

As he was watching—

Suddenly, the pressure on him vanished, and his entire body felt light and unburdened.

"This—"

Mu Junxiong was startled.

Turning back, he saw Chuu Sanyang suddenly open his eyes and look at him, his face darkening: "What’s going on?"

Evidently, he had sensed the change as well.

The two exchanged glances, instantly suspecting a possibility, and hurriedly turned their gaze toward the Stone Forest’s edge.

Then they saw ’Yangg Xiu’ striding out, holding a sword-like object wrapped in a piece of torn cloth, making it unclear what exactly it was.

"My lord."

Chuu Sanyang spoke first as he saw Chen Jichuan, anxiously asking, "Are the changes in the Stone Forest your doing, my lord?"

The Vice Alliance Leader had been diligently cultivating for two days, with the hope of breaking through to the Innate realm seemingly just within his grasp.

But now, this hope had been abruptly severed.

In his frustration, he lost composure, his tone stiff and almost accusatory toward Chen Jichuan.

"Vice Alliance Leader Chuu, mind your manners!"

Mu Junxiong perceived the situation taking a wrong turn and sternly scolded Chuu Sanyang before quickly turning to Chen Jichuan. "Please forgive him, Lord Yangg. Vice Alliance Leader Chuu misspoke in haste and meant no offense."

"Humph!"

Chen Jichuan snorted coldly, casting a glance at Chuu Sanyang before saying nothing further and walking straight out of the Stone Forest.

"My lord."

Mu Junxiong followed behind, pausing briefly beside Chuu Sanyang to sigh heavily and urge him, "Great Elder, you’d better offer a hasty apology to Lord Yangg."

As he spoke, he kept giving Chuu Sanyang meaningful looks.

Chuu Sanyang, hearing Mu Junxiong’s reminder and observing Yangg Xiu’s demeanor, quickly realized his lapse in judgment. To think he had dared to question this enigmatic Lord Yangg.

He knew full well—

That this figure’s origins were mysterious. Apart from being immensely powerful and possessing various strange means, what made him especially terrifying was his ruthlessly cruel nature. Just months ago, he had stirred up chaos, nearly decimating the upper ranks of the Wusheng Sect and two other factions. After the Martial Alliance was established, he went on a rampage, digging up dirt on members of all three factions, especially those from the Wusheng Sect and Lishui Gang.

Each accusation was met with execution.

The bloodshed was endless, his actions merciless.

Chuu Sanyang was filled with both regret and fear, as well as bitter indignation and frustration.

But he dared not offend Chen Jichuan any further. Casting a grateful glance at Mu Junxiong, he hurriedly chased after Chen Jichuan, calling out anxiously, "Lord Yangg, let me explain—"

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Chen Jichuan had no time to bother with Chuu Sanyang.

He also knew that by taking the Yuanchen Sword, he had cut off Chuu Sanyang’s chance of advancing to the Innate level, which would surely earn him Chuu Sanyang’s enmity.

But to Chen Jichuan, whether a mere Vice Alliance Leader of the Martial Alliance advanced to the Innate realm or not was far less important than the Yuanchen Sword.

He had spent an entire day transcribing the Ten Thousand Sword Sect’s ultimate skill, the "Sword Map", into the Da Liang World. He then spent another year in the Da Liang World for an initial reading, from which he deduced the method to claim the sword.

Fearing any delays that might lead to trouble, Chen Jichuan wasted no time in claiming the Yuanchen Sword, caring little about Chuu Sanyang.

When he emerged from the cave and was confronted by Chuu Sanyang’s blunt questioning, Chen Jichuan responded coldly. But with Chuu Sanyang’s sharp tone and Chen Jichuan’s mind focused on leaving the Black Prison to carefully study the Yuanchen Sword—

He had no patience to engage with him.

So, he simply feigned indifference and left directly.

If it meant offending someone, so be it.

At worst, he would assume a different identity to manage the Martial Alliance later.

By then, all past grievances and conflicts would vanish. If Chuu Sanyang proved sensible, Chen Jichuan, under his new identity, might even extend a helping hand to aid his advancement to the Innate level.

At that time—

Compared to the "villainous Yangg Xiu", his new identity would undoubtedly appear as a benevolent savior.

Besides, with the Yuanchen Sword in hand, he could easily fabricate a reason, such as achieving a great merit for White Jade City and earning a promotion, to step away.

Since all the top officials in White Jade City were controlled by Chen Jichuan, there would be no risk of anyone exposing the truth.

Absolutely flawless.

But these were matters for the future. For now, what truly mattered was mastering the Yuanchen Sword.

Leaving the Black Prison.

Exiting Wusheng City.

Chen Jichuan returned to Mingtang Mountain and entered a secluded lair within.

"Yuanchen Sword."

Carefully unwrapping the cloth from the Yuanchen Sword, it revealed a gleaming blade of clear blue brilliance.

A faint radiance shimmered.

Simply gazing at it filled one’s heart with ineffable wonder. With the treasured sword in hand, there was no longer the agony of Sword Qi cutting into his flesh. Chen Jichuan, elated, gripped the sword and swung it toward a piece of Qingshi rock in the cave.

With a soft hiss.

The Qingshi was sliced cleanly, the cut as smooth as tofu.

"What an amazing sword!"

Chen Jichuan laughed heartily.

With the sword in hand, he swung it several more times, creating dazzling arcs before finally curbing his excitement.

He then walked to the center of the cave and sat cross-legged on a Dharma Platform.

"Yangg Qiu."

"Tushan Ji."

Chen Jichuan shook his head, momentarily setting aside matters concerning Biqing Cliff and Iron Leaf Island. Unable to contain his joy, he entered the Da Liang World, ready to immerse himself in studying the Ten Thousand Sword Sect’s ultimate skill—

The "Sword Map"!

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