Secret Records of the Leader of the Beichen Sword Sect-Chapter 1030 - 525: Serving Tea (Part 2)

But ~ just having formed the Elixir and wanting to become a Tribute, isn’t it underestimating the rules of the palace too much?

Do you not know that the position of Tribute is limited, your seat means there’s one less seat for others.

However, judging by your youth, it’s normal not to know these tacit agreements. How about this, show us some of your skills, let everyone see your capability.

If truly impressive! Then there’s no need to speak further! I shall ~ abdicate ~ and yield ~ what do you think?"

The peach-eyed scholar thought he had spoken clearly enough, but unexpectedly, the young monk remained utterly unmoved, as if asleep except for counting the Bodhi beads in his hand.

Changing his expression, the scholar snorted coldly,

"Why, you won’t even glance at me, you really underestimate me! Alright, since that’s the case, let me show you something! See the Sword Qi!"

Immediately, the scholar flicked his wrist, popping out a Soft Sword from his sleeve, hissing like a serpent’s tongue, sweeping towards Chen Xuantian’s body.

Of course, the scholar didn’t plan on killing anyone in the Nangong family’s living room. The sword light simply brushed past Chen Xuantian provocatively, like a face dance, the sword light dazzling like a burst of flowers, hissing like the wind, fortunately, Chen Xuantian had a crew cut or his hairstyle would be messed up.

But I must say, what he demonstrated was indeed Sword Qi, and indeed the authentic Xuanming Sword Qi, actually a Daoist Inheritance!

"Ha ha ha ha! Today, you shall broaden your horizon! Never seen it before, have you? It’s the Nine Yin True Inheritance! Xuanming Divine Sword!"

Indeed, the most popular on the market now is this set of Nine Yin Sword Transmission, a genuine legacy of the Old Xuan Sect, after all, the Iron Egg Sword Skill has been open sourced, could it be fake? Not to mention the authentic Mystical Sect True Inheritance, whether the Sword Energy is genuine, the cultivators themselves can ascertain by refining it.

The most exaggerated was the earth-shattering Jiangdu battle ten years ago, still fresh in people’s memory! Originally, people thought that Mountain Man Tie Dan was a treacherous renegade Demon Path fanatic! Yet unbelievably! Nine Yin Mountain Master Sword Monarch Xuantian had such an astounding ability! Truly incredible! A single sword killed two hundred thousand people, just joking with you!?

Since that battle, Sword Monarch Xuantian became unstoppable, renowned far and wide, initially only a few old hermits in the mountains knew his depth, now not just the Nine Peaks of Cloud Platform, but his fame spread across the Twelve Countries! Everyone knows the name of Sect Leader Xuantian, a world-shaking, unparalleled Daoist, three years to achieve the ultimate sword, ten years ago slicing Jiangdu city single-handedly killing Blood Demon Venerable! It’s unimaginable how profound his sword power is now!

Naturally, Nine Yin Mountain has become a famous scenic spot worldwide, not only do Immortal Army and rebel army steer clear, unable to endure being slaughtered by the hundred thousand, countless refugees flock to Nine Yin Mountain, either seeking immortality or settling at the mountain’s foot, relying on the fearsome reputation of Sword Master Xuantian for protection. Nine Luminaries Divine Sword Sword Scripture has been widely circulated worldwide, now a must-buy souvenir for Nine Yin Mountain tourists, every cultivator owns a copy...

Anyway, I digress; the peach-eyed scholar did use the Sword Sect Qi Skill, but after performing ten plus moves, the scholar noticed with his peach blossom eye the young monk still appeared as asleep, counting the Bodhi beads unfazed, igniting his ire, "Hmph!" he snorted, flicking his wrist, his Inner Strength vibrating, he deliberately flicked the Soft Sword blade towards Chen Xuantian’s face, intending to leave a sword mark on that chubby face!

"Ping!" "Ee-ya!" "Wow—!"

"Scoundrel!" "Audacious!" "How dare you injure someone in Nangong Mansion!"

Just then, three individuals rushed in from outside, evidently responding to the signal, intending to assist the scholar and drive out the chubby monk.

However, upon entering, they froze in their tracks, words stuck in their throats.

The scholar was gone, erupted along with the sword.

Apparently, as the sword tip reached the face’s edge, it was blocked by a Daoist energy layer! Sword energy couldn’t break the defense, the blade couldn’t withstand the Inner Strength’s vibration, resulting in the sword fragmented instantly!

And with sword’s double edges, attacking unsuccessfully would harm the wielder! The scholar’s insufficient power left the Sword Energy unable to break the defense, backfired by Daoist energy! Resulting in the blade naturally rebounding back! Immediately slicing into the body!

The Sword Energy zigzagged along the scholar’s arm, slicing backward! Actually severing bone and tendons! Ripping flesh and breaking the arm! Blood splattering, flesh minced, the scholar’s arm exploded like a blooming trumpet flower!

Blood surged torrentially like a song, pitch red springs gushed, Essence Blood sprayed chaotically! The scholar fell silent on the ground, uncertain between life and death! As the blood spring exploded from his right arm, splattering throughout the hall, yet stopped three inches from Chen Xuantian, held back by an invisible Qi Wall, not a drop stained him!

The three individuals rushing in, poised to attack, now caught in an awkward position.

Originally assuming the scholar being a Golden Core Cultivator, would hold off this newbie for about five or six moves, not to mention diminishing his prestige, at least delaying until all three joined in, showing the young monk Nangong Family’s depth...

But what happened was a crushing defeat.

Truly, there was no need for them to open their eyes, just sitting there directing energy, and the defense couldn’t be breached, the cultivation power difference was exceedingly vast, as though spanning an entire realm...

As Nangong Family’s Tributes, they knew one another well, deeming themselves equal to the scholar, were deterred from engaging the young monk, embarrassed on the spot, clueless about what to do.

"Haha! The master indeed impressive! I, Pan Zhang, commissioned by the Mistress, am here to invite you!"

Only then did Chen Xuantian stop his calculating, opening his squinting eyes, scrutinizing the samurai who entered.

This individual stood nine feet tall, black hair and beard coiled, left cheek bore three claw scars, uncertain which tiger or dragon left them, muscles knotted like cast steel, clearly infused with Divine Gang True Qi, skin faintly dark golden, veins under skin as thick snakes, Blood Breath extremely vigorous. Even on duty within the mansion, he wore the Immortal Palace Martial Guard’s full set Mystic Iron Armor, clanking as he entered like a sturdy Zaku, a Martial God honed in battle.

Pan Zhang glanced only at the dead on the ground, bowing in fist salute to the young monk, about to exchange pleasantries to ease Nangong Family’s probing.

Lifting his gaze, he met the gaze of the little chubby monk, whose eye sockets were pure crimson, devoid of whites, momentarily stunned, unintentionally uttering,

"Master... do you have an eye disease?"

Chen Xuantian chuckled, squinted his eyes,

"Oh, ate too much liver, not digested yet, no real harm."

Pan Zhang paused briefly, then grinned like a hyena, baring his fangs,

"A fellow traveler! Any leftovers?"

Chen Xuantian nodded smilingly,

"What leftovers, when you have free time, General, let’s find something fresh with wine."

Pan Zhang, delighted by this, exclaimed,

"Agreed!"

Before the words settled, he shifted his shoulder, stomped on the ground scholar creating a depression, his movement swift as shadow, fist vanishing swiftly, the moment before the three Tributes reacted, Saluting,

already obliterating the scholar in a punch, brain spattered on the earth, staining the floor.

Seeing the turn of events, with the scholar now dead, the others exchanged glances, choosing silence.

Pan Zhang wiped the meaty residue from his fist, appearing bashful, nodded an invitation at the door, revealing equally crimson eyes, like an infuriated feral dog, licking his lips, swallowing saliva,

"Master, please."

"Alright."

As instructed so straightforwardly, Chen Xuantian nodded smilingly, accompanying him to meet the Nangong Family Master.