Chapter 640: The Great Sun Sword Child Reclaims the Crown of Number One in the Boundary Domain's Sword Arts

"Swordsmanship… I've also lost…"

A bitter taste welled up in Yu Yu Qianzi's heart.

She gazed at the youth before her, wreathed in streaks of thunder patterns, like a blazing sun rising, returning to the sovereign throne of the Sword Dao that had always belonged to him.

"These should belong to the Moon Lineage!"

Yu Yu Qianzi clenched her teeth, unwilling to accept it. Great Yin sword intent spread in all directions—cold, illusory—blanketing an area fifty kilometers across, weaving a spatial corridor between void and substance between the blue-clad youth and his flying sword.

Boom!

The sound of thunder rang out within Jiang Ding's sea of consciousness.

The sound was crisp, melodious, like the striking of jade pendants, drawing one into an involuntary trance.

"The Great Yin lineage truly lives up to its origins as the lineage of illusion-sword arts."

Jiang Ding offered a word of praise.

By comparison, Chong Chong Guang Zi's swordsmanship carried none of such flourish—just searing heat, destruction, nothing more. Not much to look at, only an overwhelming intent of aggressive offense.

Clang!

The same sword-chime!

The same transmission reached Yu Yu Qianzi's sea of consciousness, where it thundered and roared—overbearing, scorching, razor-sharp, law-annihilating—causing vast stretches of her sea of consciousness to congeal, a clear and precise declaration.

"Come and meet your death!"

Following the guidance of some unseen will, the two sword-qi thunder-sound corridors converged, merged into one, each carrying its own intent. Great Yin sword intent and Annihilation sword intent tore into each other savagely along the corridor.

The result came easily enough.

In the very instant of contact, Annihilation sword intent slaughtered every invading foreign sword intent, swiftly expanding its dominion over the sword-qi thunder-sound corridor, spreading from one end to the other, nearly closing to within a few li of Yu Yu Qianzi.

Great Yin sword intent could not match Annihilation sword intent!

A gap had always existed, but after the partial qualitative transformation brought by the Infant Treasure heavenly tribulation, that gap had widened to a terrifying degree—almost no longer the same tier.

Clang!

The clash of sword intents, the contest for the sword-qi thunder-sound corridor, lasted only an instant.

The next moment, the two flying swords each set off on their course, their speed suddenly surging several-fold, each streaking toward its target.

One could see that the Taiqing flying sword commanded a greater share of the sword-qi thunder-sound corridor, its speed increasing by more than threefold, while the Great Yin flying sword accelerated for only a brief stretch—barely doubling its speed before stopping, with no strength left to continue.

"Divine Moon · Departing!"

Yu Yu Qianzi cried out softly.

Ding-dong!

The night sky and moonlight suddenly descended upon the heavens. The Great Yin flying sword, in its sword-qi thunder-sound state, suddenly grew hazy and shifted, transforming into a crescent moon, trailing a sky full of starlight, and surged forward with endless, bone-chilling sword intent to slay what lay ahead.

"Swordsmanship of the sword-qi thunder-sound…"

Jiang Ding Zi murmured to himself.

This was yet another direction of sword arts the Immortal Sect had never touched—a blue ocean, requiring the pathfinder of the Immortal Sect's Sword Dao to explore step by step, to experiment, so that later generations too could receive the legacy of their forebears as disciples of the Immortal Sect did, walking the great road to the heavens, no longer having to struggle as they did now.

Still, swordsmanship of the sword-qi thunder-sound could not change anything at this moment.

The Taiqing flying sword advanced in broad daylight—its will to annihilate, to forbid law, to rend, to destroy surging like tides. With an absolutely dominant sword-qi thunder-sound corridor, with absolute speed and sharpness, it cleaved straight down!

Boom!

The instant the Great Yin flying sword and the Taiqing flying sword met, vast swathes of sword-qi erupted and annihilated one another. The will to annihilate and forbid law clashed savagely with the will of cold illusion.

In the span of a single instant, the contest of wills had already passed thousands upon tens of thousands of times.

Crack!

In the end, the Great Yin flying sword was struck as if by lightning, wailed once, and plummeted toward the earth, its spiritual light utterly gone, no longer possessing the slightest combat ability.

"Ugh!"

Her natal flying sword damaged, Yu Yu Qianzi vomited a great mouthful of blood, crashed to the ground alongside her sword, her aura plummeting like a cliff, her face deathly pale, her breath thin as a gossamer thread.

Drops of blood-plum blossoms fell upon her moon-white immortal skirt, a heart-stopping sight.

Many Jin Dan cultivators practicing military formations nearby saw this and their eyelids twitched.

Are contests between sword cultivators always this brutal?

Fighting to the death over every little thing—aren't they afraid of actually killing someone and causing a great disaster?

It wasn't only Yu Yu Qianzi. In the years before, Jiang Ding had been the same—beaten by Yu Yu Qianzi again and again to the brink of death. If Master Dinghai Master Dinghai Zhenjun hadn't confirmed time and again that he wouldn't die, such contests would have been halted long ago, blocked by the joint resistance of many seniors.

"Great Yin."

"You have lost."

Jiang Ding paid no heed to the beautiful maiden's withering display, flew above her, and said coolly.

After waiting several minutes, a patch of green light suffused with vitality enveloped Yu Yu Qianzi, swiftly healing her wounds as her aura gradually settled.

Within the Immortal Sect, this was a privilege reserved for law cultivators; body cultivators and the like could only rely on slow self-healing, mending bit by bit.

"That's right, I've lost."

Yu Yu Qianzi stood up, patted the dust from her body, and said in dejection.

Before, one could still claim the sword sheath was an external object.

Now, however, no excuse could be found at all.

A strong flying sword is a sword cultivator's own skill. To keep harping on external forces would only invite ridicule and bring shame upon the sect's ancestors.

Could it be,

that the traitor of the Sun Lineage had truly surpassed the Moon Lineage by a vast margin?

A flicker of despair rose in Yu Yu Qianzi's heart, as if she were falling into an abyss.

A Great Sun Sword Child in a mere incomplete state had, in just a few short years, surpassed her in the very swordsmanship she was most proud of, leaving her no longer qualified to be mentioned in the same breath.

A Great Yin Sword Child without the Taiqing Divine Iron is, after all, no Great Yin Sword Child.

"Taiyin."

"Actually, you don't need to be so narrow-minded."

Jiang Ding coaxed patiently, his tail almost showing: "You and I, the Taiyin Sword Sect and the Immortal Gate—how could we possibly be enemies? Brother Xuanwu Heavenly Palace, Ten Thousand Beasts Immortal Sect—aren't these the real enemies?"

"The two of us should cooperate in perfect sincerity and advance together."

"Once we cultivate to a higher realm, say Void Refinement, the glory of restoring the Moon Lineage you desire—wouldn't that be effortless?"

"How can a cultivator's life be swayed by a sect's empty reputation and outsiders' prejudice?"

"Hmph, hmph."

Yu Yu Qianzi gave a soft snort and said nothing.

Jiang Ding said no more either. Suppressing the Taiqing flying sword and his half-qualitative-transformed divine sense, he struck out a sword move far weaker than before, slashing down toward the woman before him.

Purely in terms of swordsmanship, if the two were placed in a fair environment—same weapons, same divine sense, same cultivation—he still would not be a match for the Taiyin Sword Child.

One had just entered Sword Qi Thunder Sound, the other looked on the verge of breaking through; the gap was large, and there was much worth learning.

Yu Yu Qianzi still had value; she had not been squeezed dry.

Taiyin, Taiyang—the two flying swords clashed fiercely in the sky, pausing now and then to exchange a word or two. Each gained something, and their sword Dao foundations thickened little by little.

If anyone from the Sun Moon Sword Pavilion had lived to now, they would surely be moved to tears.

Many years ago, the Taiyin Sword Child and the Great Sun Sword Child had practiced sword and cultivated the Dao just like this within the mountain gate—one yin, one yang, day after day,

This was what a complete Sun Moon Sword Pavilion looked like.

But sadly, a later generation's Great Sun Sword Lord raised a slaughter, and the Sun Moon Sword Pavilion became the Great Sun Sword Pavilion.

What made it even harder to bear was,

After enduring internal strife and losing half its strength, the Great Sun Sword Pavilion did not decline; instead, it grew stronger at extreme speed, embarking on the road of unifying the realm and seeking hegemony.

(End of chapter)