Supreme of the Heavenly Realm
Chapter 261 - 258: Trouble Again

Chapter 261: Chapter 258: Trouble Again

Returning to the Ice Moon Hall, Ye Xuan, once all the materials were in place, began to help Nangong Yao refine pills.

As long as the materials were sufficient, refining Heavenly Grade pills was not a problem for Ye Xuan. It took him five days to successfully refine the pill.

After all, it was his first time refining this pill recipe, and he needed to carefully consider it. He was also not yet skilled in utilizing the Molten Lava Earth Core Fire for alchemy and failed once before finally succeeding.

Having obtained the pill, Nangong Yao was so excited that she immediately went to assimilate it, ready to risk everything in order to defeat Zhuo Yanyun in a month.

Even Granny Ning was somewhat amazed, as she had never seen Nangong Yao work so hard and take a duel so seriously before.

During the time Nangong Yao was in seclusion, Ye Xuan, in order not to disturb her, often went to a nearby plaza to practice his swordsmanship.

This period had divided much of his attention to Nangong Yao, but he couldn’t neglect his own cultivation. Ye Xuan himself was a cultivation fanatic, and once he entered the state of cultivation, even he could not stop himself. If it weren’t for this, he could not have reached such heights in his previous life.

Human Sword Unity, Sword Heart Clarity - Ye Xuan’s achievements in the Sword Dao were already commendable as having reached the mastery level. Hardly anyone at this age could comprehend both these realms of Sword Dao so high. The advanced level of the Sword Dao could pave the way for the cultivation of swordsmanship. Ordinary swordsmen and those who have mastered the realms of Sword Dao, even if they executed the same sword technique, the power was vastly different.

In the hands of ordinary swordsmen, a sword is a lifeless object, a tool, but in the hands of a Sword Dao Master, the sword is spirited, alive, and has its own will – this is the difference.

However, even a Sword Dao Master could not create sword techniques like Ye Xuan could, and the sword techniques he created were more powerful than the moves inherent in Martial Arts themselves. In this aspect, Ye Xuan was ahead of Sword Dao Masters, but after all, he possessed the perception and experiences of the Martial God; creating a set of Martial Arts wouldn’t be a difficult thing for him once his cultivation improved. It was just not necessary at the moment, as the power of a self-created Heavenly Grade Martial Arts might not surpass that of the ancestors.

The higher the realm, the more important creativity becomes.

"Whoosh!"

Just as Ye Xuan had entered his state not long ago, his ears twitched slightly as he heard a sharp whooshing sound, sensing a wave of danger, he pointed his toes and his figure suddenly leaned back.

A black long spear flew past in front of Ye Xuan, landing to his left.

Boom!

The impact force released by the long spear was astounding, deeply embedding it into the ground, and immediately, large cracks spread out.

Ye Xuan’s gaze darkened as he looked towards the direction from which the black long spear had come, and saw a group of disciples from Xuanbing Mansion, dressed in white robes, walking out of the woods, numbering over ten, encircling him.

These Xuanbing Mansion disciples all wore cold smirks on their faces, looking at Ye Xuan as if they were looking at a dead man.

Among these disciples, Ye Xuan spotted Gu Feiyang, who was also sneering coldly, staring viciously at Ye Xuan.

However, the one leading this group was not Gu Feiyang, but a young man in black with a cold aura, who walked out from the crowd, pulled the long spear out from in front of Ye Xuan, and looked at him with a murderous intent.

"Are you Ye Xuan?"

Ye Xuan glanced at the surrounding disciples of Xuanbing Mansion, his expression unchanged and nodded, "Yes, I am."

"Do you know who I am?" the young man in black continued coldly.

"I don’t know," Ye Xuan shook his head.

"Hmph, Ye Xuan, let me kindly tell you, this one here is the pride of our Xuanbing Mansion, one of the four great disciples of the inner mansion, Li Ziting," Gu Feiyang looked at Ye Xuan with an expression like watching an idiot, smiling mockingly.

"Oh."

Ye Xuan nodded faintly; this was indeed the first time he had heard of the four great disciples of the inner mansion. Li Ziting did have a strong aura, seemingly not weaker than Zhuo Yanyun, but he looked to be over twenty-five years old.

"I won’t waste words with you. Leave the Ice Moon Hall immediately, and swear never to approach Junior Sister Nangong again, and I will spare your despicable life; otherwise..."

Li Ziting thrust the long spear harshly into the ground, instantly creating a hole, his eyes swirling with murderous intent and a thick threat.

Standing beside Li Ziting, Gu Feiyang darkly said, "Kid, last time you had your moments of glory, but today I want to see how you act heroically in front of Brother Li."

"How dare you touch Junior Sister Nangong; this is utterly unforgivable. Let’s see who can save you this time."

A group of inner mansion disciples also sneered at Ye Xuan, some of whom had been injured by Ye Xuan last time, remembering that grudge vividly.

"What if I refuse? Are you going to kill me?"

Ye Xuan raised an eyebrow, his demeanor unflustered.

"I won’t kill you, but I could break your limbs and cripple your cultivation, turning you into a cripple. I refuse to believe that Junior Sister Nangong would ever care for a cripple," Li Ziting’s eyes flashed with a cold gleam.

"Crippling me won’t help you achieve your goals, will it?" Ye Xuan sighed inwardly. This Xuanbing Mansion truly was full of endless trouble.

"Perhaps not, but I can’t tolerate your irritating presence. Either leave or become a cripple — this is your last chance to choose." Li Ziting’s gaze was fixed on Ye Xuan, his True Qi already surging.

"I choose to fight."

Ye Xuan drew his Spiritual Edge Sword. The astonishing force of his sword spread outwards, sweeping in all directions, and even the weaker inner house disciples were forced to retreat just from the sword-pressure alone.

"You want a fight? Very well, then I’ll oblige you!"

Li Ziting’s eyes narrowed, his spear moving suddenly. The ground shifted, and a large rock was violently thrown into the air, smashing towards Ye Xuan.

Ye Xuan did not even look, cutting down, splitting the large rock in half as if it were tofu.

Buzz!

The moment the rock split, Li Ziting channeled his True Qi into the spear. The patterns on the spear glowed, emitting bone-chilling cold air. Suddenly, snowflakes appeared around Li Ziting and a layer of white frost formed on the ground.

The chilling point of the spear pierced through the crack of the broken rock, aiming directly for Ye Xuan’s throat.

Clang!

Ye Xuan raised his sword to block, sparks flying. After the clash, the Spiritual Edge Sword cut back in reverse, leaving a brilliant trail of sparks on the spear, pressing towards the hands Li Ziting used to grip his spear.

His expression changing slightly, Li Ziting released his hands, and the sword light missed its mark. The next moment, he gripped the rear of the spear handle again, and the spear’s blade harvested once more.

Ye Xuan shifted back preemptively. The crescent-like blade of the spear shot out, slicing a large tree behind Ye Xuan in half.

"Breaking Army Tyrant Emperor Spear!"

Li Ziting and Ye Xuan maintained a certain distance. Li Ziting lifted the black spear with both hands, sweeping across with a momentum like swatting a thousand troops.

The power contained in this move was terrifying; each swing of the spear cracked the ground, and though the spear was immensely heavy, probably weighing at least a thousand pounds, in Li Ziting’s hands, it moved fluidly and effortlessly like a lightweight stick.

His effortless handling was beyond the capability of any ordinary person.

Ye Xuan focused intently, refusing to underestimate his opponent. He countered each move, swinging his sword repeatedly.

Li Ziting’s offensive was fierce; nine moves of spear technique were executed in succession. As he attacked, his aura grew increasingly overwhelming, like a towering snowy mountain. Each impact of the spear released a fierce airwave, sealing off all the space around Ye Xuan.

The powerful winds in the space cracked violently, emitting bursts of popping sounds like firecrackers.

"That kid is definitely going to lose."

Gu Feiyang wore a look of ’just as expected’. In his view, although Ye Xuan was stronger than him, he was still far inferior to Li Ziting. Even he could at most withstand three moves from Li Ziting, but he was confident that he was only slightly less capable than Ye Xuan; he did not know that Ye Xuan had been holding back, unwilling to harm others.

Although he couldn’t defeat Ye Xuan personally and redeem his pride, at least having Li Ziting strike was somewhat satisfying, pity that Junior Sister Zhuo Qian wasn’t there to witness Ye Xuan’s dismal defeat.

However, just as all the inner house disciples believed that Ye Xuan was doomed and stared at him mockingly, Ye Xuan, surrounded by the fierce offensive, suddenly leaped up. At that moment, his sword’s force also climbed to an extreme, breaking through the onslaught.

Hovering mid-air, Ye Xuan’s gaze seemed to flicker with sword light. The inner house disciples he locked eyes with turned pale and became disoriented. Just by meeting his gaze, they felt internally injured and their fighting spirit reduced.

"How is this possible, what kind of demon art is Ye Xuan using? Just one look at him, and I feel completely paralyzed."

"Me too, I feel like all my True Qi has been suppressed, my full strength reduced to barely a tenth. If I had been his target, I’d likely be a corpse by now."

"Terrifying, I almost felt my soul scatter."

Those inner house disciples finally snapped out of their daze and fearfully looked towards Ye Xuan.

"Sword Heart Clarity!"

While ordinary inner house disciples couldn’t discern the subtleties, Li Ziting, being one of the four genius disciples, knew and had seen much more. He had once seen the realm of Sword Heart Clarity in a powerful senior swordsman; thus, he recognized it in Ye Xuan with a single glance.

He hadn’t expected this guy to be more than just a pretty face. His talent truly was extraordinary, no wonder he had caught Junior Sister Nangong’s favor.

But the more exceptional Ye Xuan was, the more satisfying it would be for Li Ziting to crush him underfoot.