Chapter 682: The Great Sun Sword Disciple is on Trial

"I, an old man, risked great danger to excavate the foundation of the Qingse Jianzong, planting sword saplings with the talents of countless young people gifted in the Sword Dao, not for those scrap metals that can only melt and refine sword intent."

Ran Gu Master Dinghai Zhenjun shook his head.

"What I truly expect is the Yang-attribute Sword Intent that can allow me to defy heaven and change my fate!"

"Just anyone,"

"wants to come and pick the fruit I have watered with my life's blood; do you think that is possible, Blood Bone disciple?"

Ran Gu Master Dinghai Zhenjun spoke no more, looking at the disciple in the heavenly tribulation thunderclouds not far away, his eyes holding a gleam, as if looking at an incomparable treasure.

Blood Bone True Person felt his hair stand on end.

His heart began to beat violently on instinct, extremely uneasy.

Panic arose uncontrollably in his heart; his divine sense and sword intent constantly scanned his sea of consciousness, dantian, meridians, flesh and blood, bones, and innate flying sword, again and again, even briefly ignoring the heavenly tribulation.

Nothing was found.

There was no problem anywhere; over the past few hundred years, he had constantly reflected on himself and never discovered any anomaly.

"Old thing, playing with ghosts!"

Blood Bone True Person sneered, ignored him no longer, and focused entirely on dealing with the heavenly tribulation thunderclouds.

Ran Gu Master Dinghai Zhenjun was not angry, merely watching him.

One day, two days, three days...

Unknowingly, half a month passed; this time was very short for forming an infant, requiring at least a year or so to condense enough heaven and earth spiritual energy to shatter the Golden Core and form an infant.

The commotion caused was carefully erased by Ran Gu Master Dinghai Zhenjun; anyone who approached had already turned into a pile of white bones.

Suddenly, the tribulation clouds dispersed.

"No!"

"Master! I was wrong, spare my life! Spare my life..."

Blood Bone True Person screamed in terror.

On his body, streaks of gray-white flames suddenly appeared, starting from the depths of the marrow, burning bit by bit, burning the blood, burning the flesh and blood, burning the meridians, burning the dantian, burning the soul, burning the skin...

Seen from afar, a person covered in flames writhed and squirmed on the ground, wailing incessantly, making people's scalps go numb.

In a breath,

Blood Bone True Person's skin had completely melted away, and the gray-white flames burned on the muscles, with patches of white ash falling.

"Master! I was wrong!"

"It was not that I was unfilial to you; the Blood Yang Sword Intent seduced me. This sword intent is wrong, not right! I was bewitched in my heart and mind; it is not my fault!"

"Spare my life, Master, spare my life..."

Blood Bone True Person begged for mercy frantically, weeping and wailing, lacking the cold tyranny that had once slaughtered tens of thousands of people up and down White Maple Mountain, constantly wailing and crying.

"Correct."

"Indeed so."

With the heavenly tribulation thunderclouds no longer obstructing, Ran Gu Master Dinghai Zhenjun walked forward step by step, like a ghost, arriving in an instant, and said faintly: "Who is not tempted by the Blood Yang Sword Intent? Even I am seduced; what kind of dog bastard are you, worthy of holding the righteous and guarding the heart?"

"Heavenly divine objects are obtained by those with fate."

"Disciple, your fate and opportunity are insufficient; you cannot bear such fortune."

He watched faintly.

Blood Bone True Person wailed, writhed, and squirmed on the ground, finally turning bit by bit into a pile of white ash that vanished with the wind; even his bones and innate flying sword were gone.

All the flesh, blood, and spiritual energy essence surged into the soul, finally transforming into a blood-and-white colored fruit, as a clanging sword sound rang out.

"Not bad, a high-grade sword fruit; it differs from a supreme-grade sword fruit by only a hair's breadth."

Ran Gu Master Dinghai Zhenjun nodded slightly, not caring much at this moment, and stored it away.

Immediately, his gaze turned hot as he looked at a scarlet and blazing fruit revealed as the wind blew away the white ash formed from Blood Bone True Person's corpse.

From beginning to end, Blood Bone True Person had not been able to digest even a fraction of it, being completely unaware of the special restriction set upon it.

"Blood Yang..."

Ran Gu Master Dinghai Zhenjun, sparing no effort, bent down personally, held the Blood Yang Sword Fruit in both hands, felt its heat and sharpness, and his body could not help but tremble: "My Dao path lies here; the peak of Nascent Soul is inevitable, and even Soul Transformation has a sliver of hope; I will no longer be mediocre."

Blood Yang.

Blood Yang Sword Intent!

Anyone in the Great Sun Qingse Jianzong possessing Yang-attribute Sword Intent was none other than a top-tier powerhouse, a person of profound potential.

Now, I too can possess it.

If news were released, how many Nascent Soul Master Dinghai Master Dinghai Zhenjun in the entire Great Sun Qingse Jianzong would be envious, go mad, and come with swords drawn to kill? The friendship of hundreds of years, the profit sharing of many years, and bribes would be utterly useless.

"Long nights bring many dreams."

"Although somewhat hasty and lacking several auxiliary pills, it is enough."

Ran Gu Master Dinghai Zhenjun hesitated not at all, sat cross-legged, waved his hand to release a fourth-grade defensive formation he carried with him to protect himself, took out pills, spiritual talismans, magical treasures, and various other items from his storage bag, having carefully prepared for many years solely for the day he could ascend in one step.

He closed his eyes to regulate his breath for several days; everything was ready.

"Success or failure lies in this one move!"

Ran Gu Master Dinghai Zhenjun looked at the Blood Yang Sword Fruit in his hand, made a bold decision in his heart, and suddenly pressed it against his brow, causing it to transform into a pool of flowing light that surged into his sea of consciousness.

Inside the soul, the original Ran Gu Sword Intent stirred restlessly, greedily watching a blood-red sun rise not far away, yet also carrying hesitation, fear, and indecision.

"Ran Gu Sword Intent, go."

Ran Gu Master Dinghai Zhenjun wore a kind expression, looking at another version of himself: "Devour it, but do not chew in large bites; its essence is stronger than ours, but it is still too weak now, merely third-grade. You must chew slowly and swallow, replacing your own bone and blood bit by bit, merging into yourself, causing yourself to undergo a qualitative change..."

He chattered on, seemingly chatting idly, but actually checking for gaps and making up for deficiencies, intending to transform his own sword intent.

"Drip... drip..."

The Ran Gu Sword Intent was like a gray-white bone snake, winding its way along, drool dripping down, seemingly responding, suppressing the greed and restlessness within its heart.

It slowly approached the Blood Sun, opened its bloodied maw, and carefully nibbled off a tiny fragment of the Blood Sun.

Crack!

The ash-white bone snake chewed with relish, its pupil like a fire pit filled with rapture.

After a moment, it froze.

It opened its mouth again—this time not cautiously, but eagerly tearing off a third of the Blood Sun in one bite; gray-white flames blazed fiercely within its mouth, refining the alien sword intent, seeking to replace its own bone and blood with Yi Mi Fa.

"No!"

"Impossible!"

The sword-intent bone snake formed by Ran Gu Master Dinghai Zhenjun finally revealed shock and fury: "How can there be no taste at all? No taste at all! This isn't how it should be!"

At first bite, it had sensed supreme deliciousness—as if the Ran Gu sword intent was about to break through at any moment.

Then,

there was no taste left at all.

It was like chewing a clump of air, a cup of plain water—nothing at all.

"Impossible!"

"This is utterly impossible!"

Ran Gu Master Dinghai Zhenjun roared in fury; the bone snake opened its bloodied maw, determined to swallow the entire remaining Blood Sun sword intent, unwilling to believe that the hope of higher advancement had been shattered.

The bone snake's gaping maw stirred violent soul tremors—but before it could draw near, the brilliant Blood Sun sword intent shuddered, then collapsed into a cluster of spiritual light and vanished completely.

From start to finish, it had merely been a dream, a bubble, an illusion.

Click!

The bone snake's gaping maw snapped shut on empty air; its upper and lower fangs clashed violently, sparks flying everywhere.

"Who?!"

"Who dares to mock the old man?!!"

Ran Gu Master Dinghai Zhenjun erupted in furious rage, eyes blood-red, hatred driving him to madness; his violent sword intent and aura spread outward, twisting wind and cloud for dozens of kilometers, stirring dust and stones, shattering the souls of countless birds and creatures into death.

Clang!

At that moment, a clear sword chime rang through heaven and earth.

Boom—

Then came a thunderous roar.

A blue-gold sword light slashed down vertically from the sky, shattering sword intent in all directions, purging everything before it; the blocking array exploded into fragments, the earth rolled and tore open, countless array foundations and artifacts shattered and scattered—briefly halting the Nascent Soul cultivator's furious outburst.

"Who?!"

Ran Gu Master Dinghai Zhenjun startled violently, turning toward the source of the sword light.

A youth in blue robes drew his sword, cleaving through a fourth-rank defensive array, and walked toward them through swirling dust.

"Ran Gu Master Dinghai Zhenjun, will you kill yourself?"

Continue tonight

(End of Chapter)