My Beasts Grind Proficiency For Me-Chapter 118 - 23: Decisive Magical Combat

"I wouldn’t have dared to ask, but it’s exactly what I wanted."

Yang Jing took the Demon-slaying Sword from his Storage Bag.

"Wait, you’re going to use that Demon-slaying Sword for Magical Combat?"

Li Weixin was alarmed. He knew Zhang Peishan’s Power was considerable and feared that Yang Jing’s overconfidence would cause him to crash and burn.

"I also have the Canglang Sword, but my Magical Power is too low to refine it."

Yang Jing drew the Demon-slaying Sword and held it level. Having been an Independent Cultivator, it would be unwise for him to reveal a Flying Sword. As for the Canglang Sword—the one he could openly admit to owning—it was one of the finest Tier One Flying Swords and required at least a Late Stage Qi Cultivation to refine.

So for now, the only weapon he could openly use was the Demon-slaying Sword.

Zhang Peishan immediately activated his Magical Artifact, first conjuring a golden Spiritual Light to shield his body.

He hailed from a major clan in the Miu Kingdom, the Yuhua Zhang Family.

The Miu Kingdom was different from the Three Border Kingdoms; its national power was far superior. Its Royal Family had a Nascent Soul Realm patriarch, and all the major clans had Golden Core Cultivators. At seventeen, Zhang Peishan had relied on the Five Talisman Scripture to break through to the Middle Stage Qi Cultivation. However, he deliberately waited another five years, delaying his enrollment by one term, and only joined the Five Elements True Spirit Sect after his Cultivation broke through to the Qi Cultivation Seventh Layer, all for the sake of being placed in Class A.

Zhang Peishan had two Magical Artifacts: one was a Long Banner, and the other was a golden ring. The Divine Soul of a Foundation Establishment Demon Python had been refined into the Long Banner using an exquisite technique. When activated with Magical Power, it could summon a Demon Python Essence with the Power of a Late Stage Qi Cultivator. The golden ring was a Defensive Spiritual Artifact. Not only could it generate a golden Spiritual Light for protection, but it could also lock down an opponent’s Magical Artifact.

These two Magical Artifacts, which combined offense and defense, were both masterpieces among Tier One Upper Grade Spiritual Artifacts. Their value was in no way inferior to Yang Jing’s Canglang Sword. They were gifts from his clan after Zhang Peishan passed the Five Elements Dharma Platform’s trial.

It was by relying on these two Magical Artifacts that Zhang Peishan had managed to defeat several competitors and enter Class A.

The reason Feng Tianyi, the instructor of Class A, chose to demote him to B Class was simply due to his lack of potential. In terms of Magical Combat, he could rank in the top ten of Class A.

After all, most of the Cultivators in Class A were only at the Middle Stage Qi Cultivation and could only wield a single Upper Grade Spiritual Artifact.

"Hah!"

Zhang Peishan let out a low shout and shook the Long Banner. Amid a roar that sounded like a cross between a bull and a horse, a giant python as thick as a water vat, condensed from countless streams of cyan Wind Spiritual Qi Mechanism, slithered out.

This giant python was somewhat illusory. It had a short, single horn on its head and its body was covered in eerie scales, with wisps of demonic wind coiling around it. The Artifact Refiner who did the Refining of this Long Banner was highly skilled; this Demon Python could still use several of the Demon Techniques it knew before death.

Zhang Peishan channeled his Magical Power, and the giant python rode the demonic wind, lunging straight for Yang Jing.

Before the python could even strike, a corrosive demonic wind swept toward Yang Jing. This wind was the python’s signature technique in life; an ordinary Qi Cultivator caught in it would dissolve into a pool of pus and blood within a single breath.

Yang Jing’s expression remained unchanged as Sword Gang pulsed from the blade in his hand. With a flick of the hilt, the Sword Gang formed a ring of light, solid and unyielding. The demonic wind was caught by this ring and instantly dissipated, rendered harmless.

Zhang Peishan grit his teeth and commanded the Demon Python to press the attack.

But Yang Jing had no intention of prolonging the fight. The Demon-slaying Sword in his palm let out a sharp whistle, and its Sword Gang flared brilliantly.

The Demon Python was about to lunge again, but Yang Jing darted forward, plunging the Demon-slaying Sword straight through the top of its head.

SHIIING!

Amid the sharp sound, half of the Demon Python’s body was sliced open vertically by the blade. The Restrictions and Talismanic Script inside were severed by the Sword Gang.

The vicious Demon Python instantly stopped struggling and dissolved into a cloud of dispersing Spiritual Qi.

Not only was Zhang Peishan stunned, but the spectating Class A Disciples were also shaken. Although the Demon Python summoned by the Long Banner was only an essence, the intricate Restrictions within its form made its body as tough as a typical Late Stage Qi Cultivation Demon.

In a previous Magical Combat, Zhang Peishan had used the Demon Python to block an opponent’s Tier One Upper Grade Magical Artifact for a full fifteen minutes before it was dispersed.

Before Zhang Peishan could react, Yang Jing’s figure flickered, swift as a gust of wind, and the Sword Gang thrust toward him.

In his haste, Zhang Peishan wielded the golden ring, trying to ensnare the incoming sword tip.

’The Demon-slaying Sword is made of inferior materials, forged only from Iron Essence mixed with Cold Iron. His golden ring, however, is a Tier One Upper Grade Spiritual Artifact. If it can just catch the blade, it can shatter the sword to pieces. A Sword Cultivator without their Sword Artifact is just a lamb to the slaughter!’

Yang Jing’s body moved with his sword. With a twirl of the longsword, the tip of his Sword Gang struck the body of the golden ring.

TING!

With a sharp ring, the body of the Demon-slaying Sword bent under the Giant Power of the impact, but the golden ring was also sent flying by the strike. It whizzed through the air for over a hundred feet before crashing into a rock with a loud CLATTER.

Yang Jing rested his sword on Zhang Peishan’s shoulder.

"Senior Brother Zhang, thank you for the match."

Zhang Peishan’s face was ashen. Though his expression was filled with unwillingness, he dejectedly admitted defeat.

The other Cultivators of Class A also had solemn expressions. They knew Sword Cultivators had outstanding combat power, but they never expected it to be this astonishing. He had defeated the Late Stage Qi Cultivation Zhang Peishan with just a Broken Iron Sword. ’If he had a Flying Sword, wouldn’t he have been able to take Zhang Peishan’s head in a single strike?’

Feng Tianyi’s insight, however, was far beyond that of these Qi Cultivation Disciples. An ordinary Sword Cultivator at the Qi Cultivation Realm couldn’t possibly achieve such a feat.

This was clearly a genius of the Sword Dao.

"Nephew Li, go ahead and take Zhang Peishan to B Class."

He first gave this instruction to Li Weixin, then turned to Yang Jing.

"You, sit down and listen to the lecture for now. Afterward, I will take you to the Library Pavilion to choose some manuals and books."

The Cultivators present glanced over. When it was their turn to choose manuals, this Junior Martial Uncle Feng hadn’t personally escorted them. They had never received such treatment.

Yang Jing bowed, then sat down on Zhang Peishan’s Meditation Cushion.

Seeing this, Zhang Peishan was so furious his eyes looked ready to split, but there was nothing he could do. He reluctantly followed Li Weixin away.

Yang Jing paid him no mind, sitting quietly and listening to Feng Tianyi’s lecture.

To him, Feng Tianyi’s insights into the Five Talisman Scripture seemed quite shallow, but he nonetheless put on a show of listening intently.

After half an hour, Feng Tianyi finally stopped speaking and led Yang Jing to the Library Pavilion.

The Five Elements True Spirit Sect had been established for over twenty thousand years and had collected a number of Cultivation Techniques and secret manuals as vast as the sands of the Ganges. Naturally, it wouldn’t have just a single Library Pavilion.

There was a Sub-Pavilion in the Outer Sect, connected to the Main Pavilion by an Array, which only granted access to the books on the Main Pavilion’s first floor. Even so, the collection of books within was still as vast as a misty sea.

"Junior Martial Uncle Feng!"

The Cultivator guarding the Library Pavilion was engrossed in a book. Seeing Feng Tianyi enter, he was so startled that he immediately put the book away and bowed respectfully.

Although Feng Tianyi wanted to build goodwill with Yang Jing, he wouldn’t stoop to personally helping him pick out a Cultivation Technique. After nodding at Yang Jing, he spoke to the Cultivator guarding the Library Pavilion:

"This is Yang Jing, a disciple from my Class A. Take good care of him while he picks out his manuals. Do not slight him."

After saying this, he turned and left.

With that remark, the Library Pavilion guard’s attitude toward Yang Jing immediately became one of utmost respect. Disregarding the fact that he was a good dozen years older than Yang Jing, he addressed him as Senior Brother:

"Senior Brother Yang, I am Cao Xiuguang. Please, I ask for your guidance."