The Beautiful CEO’s Dragon Blood Bodyguard
Chapter 932 - 0932: Celestial Immortal Sword Appears, Who Dares Compete

Chapter 932: Chapter 0932: Celestial Immortal Sword Appears, Who Dares Compete

Long Fei carefully pondered at the side. The Divine Sword Sect and Mount Shu both used swords.

However, the foundation of the Divine Sword Sect was evidently more profound. The sword was merely used as a magic artifact and not integrated with oneself like in Mount Shu.

Mount Shu communicated with the Heavenly Earth Force through the sword; the sword was the person, and the person was the sword, with all mana founded on the basis of the sword.

Whereas the mana of the Divine Sword Sect, for Long Fei and others, it was all about connecting the Divine Sea with the Heavenly Earth Force, using the sword to cast spells.

This had earned Long Fei’s respect.

In this era of the Dharma-Ending Age, maintaining one’s practice without resorting to crooked shortcuts was indeed rare for a major sect.

After all, the path of Mount Shu’s cultivation was much faster.

Long Fei had devoured many Golden Cores of the disciples of Mount Shu, and through these Golden Cores, he had comprehended much of the real secret techniques of the Mount Shu Sword Immortal Decree.

During cultivation, they started from the Enlightenment Realm, looking for divine iron to coil into bead shapes, then placing them in the Divine Sea to nourish daily with spiritual power.

This Sword Bead was equivalent to the Golden Core.

While other cultivators were still laboriously forming their cores, they already had their Sword Cores formed, simply needing to nourish a True Spirit.

While others were still laboriously transforming their Golden Cores into Nascent Souls, they easily transformed their Divine Sea’s Sword Cores into Nascent Souls.

It was known that a Golden Core condensed from pure spiritual power was much more difficult to mold.

It was like the difference between a micrometer and a nanometer. The essence of the Sword Core was still metallic, only requiring light forging with spiritual power.

By the time of Soul Ascension Stage, the Nascent Soul would ascend.

Out would come their Sword Infant, which could be said to be a Nascent Soul, a sword, or even another self transcended from the physical body.

When the Sword Infant cast spells, it could directly face the Heavenly Earth Force, its power immense, mobilizing the Heavenly Earth Force no different from an ordinary expert in the Soul Ascension Stage.

However, the foundation was unstable, following an alternative path. The Nascent Soul cultivated this way was somewhat more fragile, with weaker defenses.

This foundation-less fast-track method was well-suited for this Dharma-Ending Age.

Thus, Mount Shu had become one of the world’s Six Major Sects in just a few thousand years.

With Little Whirlwind’s Sword Qi strike, Long Fei saw everything clearly.

The Divine Sword Sect maintained the same orthodox practice as the Esoteric Sect Orthodoxy, earnestly forming cores and transforming into infants.

Thus, although the pace was slow, the foundation was solid.

If one were to practice like Mount Shu, turning into metal, the murder aura was too strong, contrary to the Daoist Sect’s peaceful nature.

It was known that a great murder aura led to many karmic ties.

When the time of karmic retribution came, those entangled with karma are either killed by Heavenly Tribulation or destroyed by enemies.

"Wang Brother can eliminate this outsider with a single sword strike."

"His Wind Sword has already reached a transcendent state. Who among his peers can withstand it?"

"This outsider is too arrogant, he is bound to suffer."

"It’s best if he’s killed, usurping the name of our Divine Sword Sect and provoking our junior sister, truly deserving of death."

A group of Divine Sword Sect disciples discussed noisily, watching as the Sword Qi whirlwind enveloped Chu Feng.

Murong Chong’s brow twitched and he shouted to Wang Zongcheng, "Junior Brother, they are guests of the Sect Master, don’t harbor murderous intent."

Wang Zongcheng ignored this and yelled, "Senior Brother, don’t interfere in this matter. Once on this Combat Arena, it is either he dies or I perish!"

Murong Chong glanced worriedly at Long Fei, fearing he would intervene.

Long Fei, however, watched calmly, not showing any signs of worry.

Within the whirlwind, suddenly the Dharma Laksana of the universe’s stars emerged. After a brief flash of Mysterious Light, only to hear Chu Feng lightly shout, "Break!"

The violent wind stirred by Wang Zongcheng’s Sword Qi vanished instantly, completely suppressed by Chu Feng in a single move.

The immense backlash shook Wang Zongcheng’s Divine Sea.

He staggered backward as if struck on the back of the head with a heavy club.

Chu Feng did not pursue his victory. Both sides stepped back, and within an overview at the Divine Sword Sect, he shook his head with a light chuckle, "Such a vast Divine Sword Sect, and yet none of you are formidable?"

He fixed his gaze on a young woman, teasing her, "Miss, why don’t we spar a couple of moves together?"

The female disciple glared at him, her face blushing as she turned her head away.

Other female disciples chuckled heartily, having never seen such a man before.

The men in the Divine Sword Sect were all serious and upright, and would never entertain such cheeky remarks.

The disciples who were spectating all felt like they were spewing blood, cursing inward how cheeky this kid was!

They were dissatisfied with the performance of their sisters, as in the face of a great enemy, these women seemed to have no sense of rivalry at all.

When someone teased them, they simply grinned foolishly, which made no sense at all.

Wang Zongcheng felt his Divine Sea shaken greatly, and it took him a long while to recover. He touched the fresh blood at the corner of his mouth and shouted unwillingly, "This doesn’t count. Let’s go again!"

Murong Chong stepped forward, blocking him while sharply demanding, "Won’t you step down?"

"Senior Brother?"

Wang Zongcheng’s face showed defiance.

Murong Chong said, "If Chu had pressed his advantage just now, you’d be dead. Do you understand?"

Wang Zongcheng stamped his foot and retreated with a dark face.

The disciples in the arena were reluctant to accept this, wondering how the mighty Divine Sword Sect could be suppressed by an outsider.

Yet Wang Zongcheng’s cultivation level was still not his match, and he was defeated so effortlessly.

Even those in the arena with a higher cultivation level than Wang Zongcheng hesitated, unsure whether to step forward.

If they lost, it would be a huge embarrassment today.

A young woman in white robes stepped out with her sword, her hair tied up high with two small braids on each side.

Her curved eyes appeared very playful.

People exchanged looks, a buzz of discussion rising.

Someone shouted, "Sister Wanyu, come up here."

"Sister Wanyu, you’re no match for him."

"Sister Wanyu, don’t be foolish."

Long Fei glanced at her, thinking this young woman seemed quite popular here, seeing how many people cared about her.

Murong Chong also advised her, "Sister Wanyu, step back, this isn’t something you can handle."

This Wanyu was only eighteen, she looked around at everyone and pouted coquettishly, "What are you doing underestimating me? If this fellow Daoist claims there’s none in the Divine Sword Sect, then I will show him what for."

Murong Chong seemed at a loss with her, and so he turned back to Chu Feng and cupped his fists, "Daoist Chu, my sister is naive, please be merciful."

"Don’t worry, I, Chu Feng, am always tender towards woman!"

Chu Feng looked at the girl with great interest.

After Murong Chong stepped aside, the woman stared at Chu Feng and slightly curled her lips, her longsword ringing as she drew it.

Sword Qi surged into the sky, shaking even the clouds above.

Chu Feng and Long Fei both frowned, and the other mentors and brothers were also deeply shocked.

As a sect known for its swords, the Divine Sword Sect had seen many famous swords.

Yet such a sword that was so sharp and formidable, it was everyone’s first time seeing it.

Such a divine sword, yet held by a young girl.

This was like a child holding a real gun, causing Chu Feng’s heart to stir slightly.

He raised his eyebrows at the girl, "Using a Celestial Immortal Sword in our match, isn’t that a bit unfair?"

Indeed, the might of this divine weapon surely surpassed that of an Earth Immortal Sword.

Long Fei was full of curiosity, muttering the girl’s name, curious about her background as she easily wielded an Immortal Sword.

After all, Chu Feng’s Overlord Spear was only at the Earth Immortal level.

The girl proudly held her head high, arrogantly saying, "What, afraid? Just admit defeat, no matter what sword I wield."

Chu Feng coughed dryly, this wasn’t about fear.

His methods were extremely domineering, and if he had to compete against the Celestial Immortal Sword, it would be hard to restrain himself.

In the end, accidentally killing this girl could even be a possibility.

This girl being able to casually wield a Celestial Immortal Sword, her backing must not be underestimated.

Considering this, Chu Feng broke into a hearty laugh, "Right, I’m no match for your Celestial Immortal Sword, but my brother is!"

He unceremoniously pulled Long Fei into the fray, leaving Long Fei glaring at him with a resentful roll of his eyes.