Chapter 620: Sword Dao, I Can Too

"Are you looking for me?"

Chen Chuyang hid within the Formation, using the Formation to conceal himself; he studied the Spirit Sword Sect's Formation for a while, grasped its principle, entered it quickly, then altered the Formation slightly, so that no one could see his presence.

The Spirit Sword Sect's Formation is still impressive, its rank at least higher than the Ten Thousand Buddhas Ascension Formation, reaching above sixth grade; whether it can reach seventh grade requires careful study, the arrangement of various Formations inside, and a series of Formation layouts, unlike products of this world.

These Formation combinations gave Chen Chuyang a huge hint and insight, letting him know Formations can be combined this way, providing many ideas; his previous understanding of Formations was once again elevated.

Further integration raised his Formation attainment considerably.

"Lingjian Zhenren, truly extraordinary, indeed a Tianwai person, able to sit in the position of Spirit Sword Sect Sect Master, not an ordinary person."

"However, even if you beat him to death, you wouldn't expect me to have entered the Spirit Sword Sect, using its Formation to conceal myself."

"The most dangerous place is actually the safest place, but I must not be careless."

Chen Chuyang concealed himself, not wanting to be discovered, nor to clash with Lingjian Zhenren; inside the Spirit Sword Sect there are many old undying ones, whose strength is not weak. He only wants to handle his own affairs, leaving the rest to Jing Yuheng and the others.

After entering the Spirit Sword Sect, he realized the deep foundation of these sects; to annihilate them is far from easy.

The Spirit Sword Sect is already like that; the Heavenly Heart Sect is even more so, need not be mentioned.

Chen Chuyang no longer watches Lingjian Zhenren, completely cutting off the last clue he had for finding himself.

His gaze shifted to Mu Longhao, who was being pressed and beaten by Ming Wuzi, the whole time under Protector.

"Ming Wuzi, another prodigy of the Spirit Sword Sect, junior brother of Ming Jianzi, his talent surpasses that of Ming Jianzi."

"Indeed a great sect, countless geniuses, sword Dao prodigies, all concentrated within the Spirit Sword Sect; no wonder the Spirit Sword Sect remains strong, constantly rivaling the Heavenly Heart Sect."

When Ming Jianzi and Ming Wuzi mature, they become towering pillars defending a region.

The next generation, even the generation after that, the Spirit Sword Sect will not fall short.

Regarding the cultivation of disciples within the sect, these Factions are not stingy.

"It seems he and Lingjian Zhenren are not on the same path; Mu Longhao is a guest of Lingjian Zhenren, yet Ming Wuzi wants to kill him."

"This one is the true swordsman, having truly comprehended sword intent."

A swordsman, however, is very stubborn.

In other words, they are very principled.

He looked again toward the Dadian.

The Formation of that Dadian could not shield his eyes.

Chen Chuyang pierced the Dadian, then let his Spiritual Sense seep in gradually, entering the cellar.

"Oh—?"

In the cellar, cold wind swirled.

Soon, he saw Ming Jianzi and Xinran Zhanglao.

"Tsk tsk, Xinran Zhanglao is pitiful, bound and unable to move."

"These days, she has endured a lot of torment."

Spiritual Sense enveloped Xinran Zhanglao, who suddenly lifted her head.

Staring at the pitch‑black passage, a smile appeared on her face.

Ming Jianzi, seeing this, asked puzzled, "Uncle, what's wrong?"

Xinran Zhanglao smiled, "It's nothing, he seems to have arrived."

"Who?" Ming Jianzi was baffled, completely at a loss, not knowing what Uncle Xinran was saying.

"Chen Chuyang, he's here, I sensed his aura."

Xinran Zhanglao said firmly, "It's his Spiritual Sense, it can't be mistaken."

"He is within the Spirit Sword Sect."

"What!" Ming Jianzi's heart trembled, unable to believe, looking at Uncle.

"Uncle, are you sure you didn't mis‑sense? This is the Spirit Sword Sect, how could he enter silently?"

"The Sect Master is still fighting outside; even Chen Chuyang could not enter the Formation."

The Spirit Sword Sect's Grand Protective Array is not something Chen Chuyang could enter.

Ming Jianzi admitted that Chen Chuyang's strength is great and his Formation talent decent, but the Spirit Sword Sect's Formation is not comparable to this world's Formations; even a Formation master could not slip in silently.

Moreover, when he came in, he saw no sign of Chen Chuyang.

That means, after he entered, Chen Chuyang was not nearby.

It's only been a short time since he entered the Spirit Sword Sect; is that possible?

"You know too little about him; he cannot be guessed by ordinary logic."

"Chen Chuyang is different."

Xinran Zhanglao shook her head: "Everything you deem impossible, he accomplishes effortlessly."

"His talent is beyond yours, in every aspect, far surpassing you."

A genius is merely the threshold to seeing him.

After cultivation, one realizes meeting him is like an ant seeing the blue sky.

Xinran Zhanglao praised, "His talent is the strongest I've ever known, in fact the strongest I know of; even a thousand years ago, no one could match him."

Ming Jianzi heard this, his brows knit tightly.

He thought Uncle was exaggerating; Chen Chuyang is impressive, his talent good, but the claim of being the top genius he would not agree with.

In this world, geniuses are countless, talents abound, surely one can find a genius surpassing Chen Chuyang.

"Uncle, I admit Chen Chuyang's talent is great, but he is not the strongest."

Xinran Zhanglao smiled, saying nothing.

Body and mind relaxed, he arrived; all problems were no problems.

Daring to enter alone, especially at this moment, although Chen Chuyang did not come to save her, Xinran Zhanglao knowing he had arrived was enough.

The uneasy heart became no longer uneasy.

The chains on his body needed to be undone; Ming Jianzi swung several sword cuts, but couldn't sever them.

"Shishu, these chains cannot be cut."

Xinran Zhanglao comforted, "Don't rush; comprehend your sword Dao, use your sword intent to cut these chains."

"Focus your spirit, focus the Technique, strike toward a single point."

"Bang."

The blade collided with the chain, emitting a harsh metallic clang.

Ming Jianzi's body was blasted several meters away; his palms trembled, and his whole being quivered.

Both hands kept shaking.

The rebound force made him spurt blood.

"Pfft."

The formation on the chain rebounded, instantly unleashing a massive force that wounded Ming Jianzi.

The first attempt failed.

Xinran Zhanglao reminded again, "Do not rush, and do not overthink; empty your mind, concentrate your willpower."

"Your chances are few, but you need not worry."

"Ming Jianzi, carefully perceive your sword intent, let your sword follow the intent."

Ming Jianzi closed his eyes, then opened them.

The blade fell again.

"Bang."

He was blasted away again, smashing hard against the wall.

The entire cellar trembled; Ming Jianzi hung on the wall, blood spouting from his mouth.

His body slipped slowly to the ground; Ming Jianzi knelt, his face extremely pale.