Chapter 131 — The Mystic Gate's True Heir
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The Scholars' Lodge commands the resources of the whole world, far surpassing my sect. If the scholars it trains cannot match my sect's Heir, then the Imperial Preceptor's reform has no reason to exist, and the world should take a new master. " "I understand. " The boyish Patriarch turned and left, and his voice carried over the whole mountain: "Scholars of the Lodge, hear my command! Whatever the height of your cultivation, you may come down the mountain to challenge! " The words had no sooner fallen than the whole mountain heard them. "I'll go! " A Spirit Adept came out through the mountain gate and walked with great strides toward the Daoist Heir. The Daoist Heir rose and bowed, saying: "Senior brother.
" The Spirit Adept was likewise a scholar of the Lodge, having entered it a few years before; he bowed in return and asked: "What cultivation does the Heir hold?
" The Heir said unhurriedly: "The Six Harmonies realm. " The Spirit Adept laughed: "I, too, am in the Six Harmonies realm.
My name is Qu Ping.
Today I oppose you not out of private grievance, but to restore the good name of the Scholars' Lodge!
" The Heir nodded. "My worldly name is Lin Xuan.
Senior brother, please. " "Heir Lin Xuan, please!
" Qu Ping's eyes blazed with sharp light.
He suddenly burst into motion - yet his form did not charge forward; on the contrary, it fell back, his body drifting rearward. Two fingers pinched a sword-elixir, and with a hum the elixir sent forth a blazing sword aura, thick as a pillar, in which one could dimly see a sword-column gathered from countless beams of sword-light, spinning madly about its center!
Taking the sword-column as his sword, Qu Ping slashed down.
Where it passed, sword-wind shrieked, and its momentum was vast and overwhelming!
Seeing this, Shen Mu could not help being startled, and his heart shook: "Has the swordcraft of Jingping reached such a degree? Is this one of the profound sword arts of the Scholars' Lodge? " His eyes were sharp enough to perceive what was extraordinary about this blow. Qu Ping's slash looked simple, but in truth the control of vital energy over the sword had reached an inconceivable realm. The blow seemed plain, yet every one of those countless lights within the sword-column had to be driven by vital energy.
This single feat alone made Shen Mu feel he could never catch up!
This sword art seemed to leap beyond the basic techniques of thrusting, lifting, cleaving, and slashing, giving birth to another swordcraft not embraced by the foundations of the art! "The Great Six Harmonies Sword Art!
" Wei Yong cried out, his eyes shining. "This is the sword art of the Jingping Imperial Preceptor - a divine power that only Spirit Adepts may cultivate! " "The sword art of the Jingping Imperial Preceptor?
" Shen Mu's heart trembled faintly. No wonder he felt this sword art exceeded the bounds of basic swordsmanship. Never had he imagined it was a swordcraft created by the Imperial Preceptor himself!