Path of Alchemy Mastery
Chapter 197 - 199: All Swords Return to the Root

Chapter 197: Chapter 199: All Swords Return to the Root

"You’re talking to me?" Seeing Mu Can’s contemptuous demeanor, Yao Wenbing felt a surge of anger igniting from within, raging fiercely.

How dare someone question his Sword Dao cultivation. In Yao Wenbing’s view, it was an unforgivable offense.

"Heh, daring to infuriate the boss."

"That’s right, the boss hates it the most when someone doubts his sword, he’s a man who pursues swordsmanship as his life’s ambition."

"Hehe, there’s going to be a good show now. The boss’s swordsmanship has already reached the level of entering the Dao. Our clan’s ancestors can’t stop praising him."

Hearing Mu Can’s words, the people from the Hidden Family looked at Mu Can with eyes that seemed to be gazing at a dead man.

Yao Wenbing was the leading figure amongst the younger generation of his Hidden Family. He became the leader precisely because of his divinely inspired swordsmanship.

"Swordsmanship without a trace of common dust, nearly reaching the level of the Dao." This was the assessment given by the elders of the Hidden Family at one of the competitions among the younger generation, where Yao Wenbing emerged victorious.

His extraordinary swordsmanship had already placed him as the foremost among the Hidden Family’s younger generation.

For such a man, who loved the sword as his life, to be called trash by Mu Can, it was clear how deeply those words had cut him.

"I’m calling you trash. Your swordsmanship, compared to some, isn’t even worthy to carry their shoes," added Mu Can.

"Heh, what would you, a bumpkin, know about swordsmanship? Today, I’ll give you a demonstration," Yao Wenbing, overwhelmed by anger, gradually calmed down instead. He believed that Mu Can was merely trying to provoke him into losing his cool, but little did he know that Mu Can really thought his swordsmanship was nothing special.

"Mediocre is mediocre, what have you seen to know what true swordsmanship is?" Mu Can said with utter indifference, not mentioning the Sword Venerate currently using the Sword Control Technique to stay hidden in the sky as his bodyguard.

Even Li Xuan, whom he encountered in the Death Space, and who had eventually transformed into a sword, possessed swordsmanship far superior to Yao Wenbing’s.

Unnoticed by Mu Can, the Sword Venerate hidden in the sky nodded his head in approval. In his eyes, although the little guy he was protecting wasn’t very strong, his discernment was commendable.

"You’re dead. You can insult me, but you cannot insult my sword."

Yao Wenbing, completely enraged by Mu Can’s dismissive attitude, no longer suppressed his fury and instantly launched an attack.

"All Swords Return to the Root." Yao Wenbing sneered as he initiated his most powerful attack.

The longsword in his hand instantly split into hundreds of short swords of the same length, which arrayed themselves in parallel behind Yao Wenbing. Amazingly, they formed two wings entirely composed of short swords.

"Look at this, there’s actually going to be excitement to watch, the last time the boss used this move was years ago." The younger generation of the Hidden Family was immediately stirred, and Yao Wenbing, in the midst of the crowd, looked like a Heavenly God, with the sword blade wings slowly flapping as he hovered there.

"Do you still remember the scene the last time the boss used this move?" A young man also carrying a longsword asked his companion beside him.

"I certainly remember, the boss took on a senior sword user alone, where both only compared their Sword Intent. The moment this move was executed, it instantly broke through the opponent’s Sword Control Technique and won that battle."

"Right, that very time, it was said the boss’s swordsmanship was without the mundane flash, almost reaching the Dao."

"Being born in the same era as the boss is my luck as well as my inadequacy. I have never thought swordplay could be used in such a way, but being unable to keep up with the boss’s pace makes me feel waves of despair." Even as a companion of Yao Wenbing, the sword-bearing youth still felt huge pressure, let alone how much stress Yao Wenbing, the Sword Dao prodigy, had placed on fellow sword-wielding cultivators.

"Relax, you have your own path. There’s no need to always compare yourself with the boss."

No one knew how to console him, and they could only secretly be glad that they had not chosen the path of the Sword Dao.

"It’s all form and no Sword Intent," Mu Can commented nonchalantly as he smacked his lips.

In his view, Yao Wenbing’s excessive emphasis on sword moves meant he was lagging behind on the path of the Sword Dao. According to his understanding, no matter which direction one took on the path of the Sword Dao, in the end, all roads lead to the same destination, prioritizing Sword Intent over sword moves.

"Who do you think you are? A disciple of the Sword Venerate?"

"Yeah, talking big, aren’t you afraid of biting your tongue?"

"This is the funniest joke I’ve heard since I left my family."

Hearing Mu Can’s words, a group of young people from Hidden Families started a frenzy of mockery. In their view, even if Mu Can managed to defeat the third brother, there was no chance he could beat Yao Wenbing, because they had never seen Yao Wenbing lose, even against stronger opponents.

"What’s so impressive? Just a while ago, that dying demon boasted so much, and in the end, he was lying there like a dead dog. This sword-using fool, flitting about like a butterfly, better watch out or we’ll clip your wings." A young man with sideburns shouted loudly.

After all, this was the home turf of Immortal Ancient Academy. In terms of strength, without the ten strongest young cultivators present, they might be slightly inferior, but in terms of numbers and trash talk, the students of Immortal Ancient Academy feared no one.

"HAHAHA, look at those two wings behind him, we’ll pluck them right off."

The words of the sideburns-wearing lad opened the gates to a New World, and the students of Immortal Ancient Academy instantly went into ridicule mode, each adding to the mockery, leaving Yao Wenbing in shambles, even worse than a three-year-old child.

"Enough." Yao Wenbing’s fierceness was fully displayed as he flapped his two wings on his back, a punch whirling around the arena with two trails of Sword Rain and a violent windstorm that silenced everyone there.

"Half-step Martial Saint." Mu Can’s gaze became serious, Yao Wenbing was a true half-step Martial Saint, and unlike those Martial Saints artificially boosted by Spirit Pills, Mu Can could feel that Yao Wenbing’s foundation was the most solid among them.

"Come and fight!" Even if you are a half-step Martial Saint, so what? Mu Can had even wounded a Martial Saint before, so why would he fear a mere half-step Martial Saint?

Mu Can’s blood was also boiling now; if he could defeat Yao Wenbing in front of so many junior brothers and sisters at his alma mater, it would undoubtedly be a great morale boost for Immortal Ancient Academy.

"Mystic Dragon Nine Revolutions." Mystic Dragon Nine Revolutions activated once again, and two huge Flame Wings formed behind Mu Can, the epitome of Fire Element Giant Dragon power at its pinnacle, as Mu Can also began to float in mid-air.

Though with their strength they could already walk in the air, these wings acted like an Array on both their backs, enhancing their power.

The battle was about to erupt.