Medicine Martial Prodigy
Chapter 593 Gale Sword Technique

Chapter 593: Chapter 593 Gale Sword Technique

"Destined Spirit Treasure!"

Upon hearing the words of the mysterious powerhouse, Qin Bancheng’s face was filled with shock.

In the Ancient Martial World, Destined Spirit Treasures are Spiritual Artifacts that only Sovereign Realm powerhouses can refine. The higher the level of the Spiritual Artifact, the higher the strength requirements for Sovereign Realm powerhouses.

Ordinary Sovereign Realm powerhouses dare not attempt it lightly, because if they fail, they will suffer backlash from the Spiritual Artifact, causing irreversible severe damage to the Sovereign Realm powerhouses. At best, their Cultivation would dramatically drop, at worst, it could result in death.

Even in the Qin Royal Family, there was only one Sovereign Realm powerhouse who possessed a Destined Spirit Treasure.

And now, a newly-entered Sovereign Realm powerhouse already had a Destined Spirit Treasure, one could imagine the shock in Qin Bancheng’s heart.

If he knew that Qin Chuan did not even have Sovereign Realm Cultivation when he was refining the Shen Nongding, what would he think then?

Seeing that Qin Chuan remained indifferent, still sitting cross-legged on the ground, the mysterious powerhouse had an unprecedented solemnity in his eyes.

His killing intent towards Qin Chuan was tangible, but his attack had just hit Qin Chuan’s Destined Spirit Treasure, and his entire right arm was shattered, suffering extremely serious injuries. If not treated quickly, even as a Sovereign Realm powerhouse, there was a great likelihood that his right arm would be completely crippled.

Although he felt that Qin Chuan had completely lost his fighting power, having experienced the battle just now, he found Qin Chuan’s methods to be very strange and feared falling into his trap.

"Kid, you intentionally angered me just now, to make me use my lethal move on you, and you were already prepared to sacrifice your Destined Spirit Treasure, just waiting for my full-strength attack to be heavily injured by the rebound of your treasure."

The mysterious powerhouse said coldly, "I have to admit, at such a young age, not only is your Martial Path talent exceptional, your mentality is also outstanding. Given a broader stage, you will eventually reach the pinnacle of the Martial Path!"

"Kid, I am now severely injured by your Destined Spirit Treasure as well, let’s consider it even between us. If you are willing to become my disciple, I am willing to pass on all my skills to you, how about it?"

The mysterious powerhouse who had the intention of killing Qin Chuan, actually changed his mind.

Qin Bancheng was stunned; he always suspected that the mysterious powerhouse was either from one of the Five Great Royal Families or from one of the Three Great Sects. If Qin Chuan agreed to become the disciple of the mysterious powerhouse, then surely the powerhouse’s faction would focus on cultivating him.

Not to mention the Secular World, even if it were the Ancient Martial World, if anyone could join an Imperial or Royal Family, or one of the Three Great Sects, it would truly be an honor for their ancestors.

Even the Qin Royal Family, if the younger generation were favored by someone from the Imperial or Royal Families and Sects, the Qin Royal Family would be very pleased.

However, Qin Chuan remained sitting cross-legged without any response, as if he were dead if not for his even breathing.

Underneath the cloak of the mysterious powerhouse, his old face was full of ferocity, having lowered his stance, which could be considered as giving both sides a way out. He hadn’t expected Qin Chuan to be so ungracious.

How could he easily let go of someone who had crippled his entire right arm?

His previous words were merely a way for him to step down gracefully; if Qin Chuan really agreed to become his disciple, once his injuries healed, he would kill Qin Chuan at the first opportunity.

If Qin Chuan refused, as long as it wasn’t too excessive, he would opt to keep the peace temporarily. After his injuries healed, he would still kill Qin Chuan.

But now, Qin Chuan was not even speaking a word, which was starting to irritate him.

Qin Bancheng hurriedly said, "Mr. Qin, this senior is definitely a very influential and important figure in the Ancient Martial World. If you could become his disciple, that would be an immensely good fortune. You must agree!"

The deeper he interacted with Qin Chuan, the more Qin Bancheng appreciated him, fearing that Qin Chuan would offend the mysterious powerhouse and be killed on the spot.

Of course, there was another even more important factor: having a connection with this mysterious powerhouse would be a great benefit for the entire Qin Royal Family.

Yet still, Qin Chuan had no reaction whatsoever.

Tang Yue’er, standing to one side, wore an expression of utter anxiety. She wished only for Qin Chuan to survive, and had she not been worried about disturbing him, she would certainly have rushed over to check on his injuries.

While Qin Nian remained in a deep sleep, showing no signs of awakening.

"Kid, don’t insist on refusing a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit. I’ll give you one last thirty seconds to think it over. If you still haven’t given me an answer when the time runs out, don’t blame me for not being polite!" the mysterious strong opponent said, anger surging in his voice.

He couldn’t wait any longer. Any further delay, and his ruined right arm might truly be beyond hope of healing.

Seconds ticked by, but Qin Chuan did not respond; he remained sitting cross-legged on the ground.

As the thirty-second mark drew nearer, Tang Yue’er grew more worried, and the mysterious strong opponent became increasingly irritable.

Suddenly, the thirty seconds were up, and the mysterious strong opponent’s icy voice sounded, "It seems you’ve chosen the path to death. Since that’s the case, I’ll send you on your way!"

The instant his words finished, a long sword appeared in his left hand, and in a sudden burst, a terrifying sword force erupted from the blade.

Tang Yue’er, being the weakest in cultivation, felt as though her skin was being sliced by countless tiny swords. She quickly circulated her cultivation technique to resist this sword force.

Qin Bancheng took a deep look at the sharp sword in the hands of the mysterious strong opponent and then turned his gaze towards Qin Chuan. He was somewhat looking forward to seeing how Qin Chuan would cope with the strong opponent’s blade next.

Just now, the mysterious strong opponent’s lack of awareness of Qin Chuan’s possession of a Destined Spirit Treasure had put him at a disadvantage. Now that the enemy was aware, he would surely be prepared, so how would Qin Chuan defend himself?

The mysterious strong opponent held the sword single-handedly, the blade flickering with a cold light, like a nimble silver snake.

"Kill!"

With a low shout from him, his body leaped up, appearing ghost-like in mid-air. The sword in his hand swung into motion, its force dragon-like, whistling as it created gusts of wind.

"Gale Sword Technique, First Form: Shadow of Sword Trace!"

The mysterious strong opponent bellowed, in an instant unleashing several strikes in Qin Chuan’s direction. Splendid sword shadows interweaved across the sky, forming an impenetrable Sword Net.

Each sword shadow contained a terrifying force, unstoppable as a bamboo splitter, with a piercing sword cry sounding wherever it reached.

"Behead!"

With his left hand wielding the sword, the mysterious strong opponent fiercely swung it towards Qin Chuan, the Sword Net composed of countless sword shadows struck down towards Qin Chuan just like lightning.

"Big Brother Qin!"

Tang Yue’er cried out in heart-wrenching despair.

Although she had always placed great trust in Qin Chuan, after witnessing the powerful sword skill displayed by the mysterious strong opponent, she could no longer remain calm.

"Alas! Such a pity!"

Qin Bancheng let out a light sigh, under such a terrifying sword skill, how could Qin Chuan possibly have any chance at survival?

Even at a considerable distance, he still felt the dreadful force of the Gale Sword Technique’s First Form.

At the very moment when the Sword Net was about to descend upon Qin Chuan, the still-closed-eyed Qin Chuan finally opened his eyes, which seemed to contain two burning green lotuses.

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