Chapter 827: The Dari Sword Son

"Sword Son,"

"I humbly obey your command."

Black knelt and bowed respectfully: "According to the Sword Code, I must inform you that another contemporary Dari Sword Son has planted certain methods on me; should I initiate a legacy of a certain level, it will draw his attention—or the residue of his will."

"Normally, this poses no issue. Sword Sons care for the Sword Pavilion's legacy disciples, nurturing them—this is only natural."

"But now, you have appeared—another contemporary Dari Sword Son—this act violates the Sword Pavilion's Sword Code."

"You may inform the Sword Master or the Sect's Canghai Tianjun; they will handle it."

"No need. Proceed as normal."

Keng!

Around him, three late Foundation Establishment cultivators also acted, burning their essence blood.

The black-skinned chubby boy's body shattered into a swirl of spiritual light, revealing a hazy black sword jade slip, coffin-sized, hovering and drifting in the void, drawing in something from the emptiness.

Jiang Ding turned back, expressionless.

Dozens of Foundation Establishment sword cultivators revealed greedy expressions.

"Just a lucky upstart who stumbled upon the legacy!"

"My lord,"

"Hahaha!"

"This method of preserving information..."

"One sword..."

"Sword Son, you have been challenged by the Dari Sect's leader in a sword path trial."

This is how the legacy is placed in endless void—only special methods can open it, ensuring it never breaks due to sect, jade slip, library, time, or any other means.

Keng!

At this moment, Sword Yang Master Dinghai Zhenjun heard a clear sword chime resonate within his heart.

The golden light pillar, like a cage, sealed and locked everything.

They were all late Foundation Establishment cultivators, in harmony with Sword Yang Master Dinghai Zhenjun, sharing his views, true bosom friends to whom one could entrust life and death.

If the Dari Sword Son dies in the challenge, there are two scenarios.

Waves of heavenly and earthly spiritual energy, like a tidal surge, rushed toward him.

Keng!

Same sword chime, same filling of heaven and earth—but utterly different.

He gained not merely the legacy, but a transformed self, with potential and future vastly altered.

Heaven Yang Master Dinghai Zhenjun ignored him.

At this moment, he clearly saw bloodlines appear on the throats of his three late Foundation Establishment elder brothers—all simultaneously.

Sword Yang Master Dinghai Zhenjun let out a bitter laugh.

His head tilted, his body silently fell to the ground.

Is this the Dari Sword Son?

Finally, most sighed heavily and lowered their heads again.

If same-rank, and both sword cultivators, the victor becomes the new Dari Sword Son.

Dari Sect.

Radiant Light Sword slowed abruptly, revealing its blade form.

Then, a brilliant, radiant flying sword shot skyward, charging toward the boy in the sky.

Jiang Ding gazed at the already ethereal black jade coffin, unpleased.

"Kill!"

Many fell silent, many pondered, many hesitated.

"Before the Immortal Path, all may be slain!"

Sword Yang Master Dinghai Zhenjun drew his sword.

"Sword Yang always claims he has a quarter chance at Soul Transformation—mere self-deception. Breaking through is so difficult..."

"Yes, I am currently transmitting it to you."

The Ten Directions Radiant Sun Sword Scripture!

This is the name of the gong fa he cultivates, closest to the Dari Dao within the Dari Qingse Jianzong, used to intimidate both sect insiders and outsiders, earning him the title of First Strongest in the Northern Plains.

A few breaths later, the black jade coffin took form.

If transcendent—such as a Foundation Establishment cultivator slaying a Jin Dan Dari Sword Son—the Dari Sword Pavilion deems its cultivated Sword Son unfit, incapable of bearing the sect's future burdens; it rewards the transcendent slayer handsomely, then cultivates the next.

Tens of thousands of Dari Qingse Jianzong cultivators trembled within, their emotions complex and indescribable.

"If you die, I shall obtain the supreme legacy—I shall surpass all, slay all, all, and attain the Immortal Realm!"

At the instant he received the highest-level legacy, the Dari Sect's earth veins churned, mountains collapsed, heaven and earth overturned, countless mysterious array patterns emerged.

Jiang Ding was speechless.

Jiang Ding's heart eased.

The latter, however, is not certain.

A clear premonition arose in Sword Yang Master Dinghai Zhenjun's heart.

"Your identity has been shaken."

The Radiant Light Sword, having collapsed from its sword qi thunder state, could not even react or stop it.

Void Fang Master Dinghai Zhenjun and Heaven Yang Master Dinghai Zhenjun exchanged glances and quickly moved far away from these four.

"The legacy is here."

This contains nothing but slaughter and destruction!

"Not like now, destined to die at the peak of Nascent Soul, unable to break through!"

"No!"

Several hours passed; the black jade coffin revealed most of its form, and the inheritance was about to emerge.

This was the name the previous Great Sun Sword Disciple gave to this faction, believing they were not qualified to wield swords.

"Cowards!"

The strongest power of the Northern Plains died so basely.

The Great Sun Sword Disciple of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion is not sacred, noble, or untouchable; he is forged through slaughter. Only by slaying all powerful enemies who challenge him can one become the Great Sun Sword Disciple.

"Still able to survive!"

"If I do not achieve Soul Transformation, in over two hundred years I will be a pile of white bones anyway; what is there to fear..."

"Is it you again?"

As long as the Great Sun Sword Disciple is slain.

Immediately, pillars of scorching hot Jin Chong Guang burst from the earth, appearing between heaven and earth. They drew upon the extreme heat of the Great Sun, emitting a terrifying and destructive aura that spread outward, far exceeding the Nascent Soul tier and reaching another realm.

"You trash will never achieve Soul Transformation!"

The supreme sword Dao inheritance!

Right before our eyes!

The young man in green robes in the sky sheathed his sword with a calm expression.

Jiang Ding placed his hand on the black jade coffin, which had once again become truly real.

Long before he appeared, he had already sealed all means of information communication inside and outside the Great Sun Qingse Jianzong, ensuring no race against time would occur; time was abundant, and no accidents would happen.

Clearly, the gap between the peak of Nascent Soul and the peak of Jin Dan was insufficient to affect the progress of the sword Dao challenge.

In the end, three people stepped forward and stood beside Master Dinghai Zhenjun Chun Jian Yang Master Dinghai Zhenjun.

Fire, wind, and forest; the three elemental sword intents swelled with the wind. The entire sky of the Great Sun Qingse Jianzong was shrouded in flames and light, the sword Dao will surging like a tide.

"Wait!"

In an instant, countless pieces of information, various sword techniques, Gong Fa, secret arts, and sword-forging methods flooded his mind. Among them, the "Great Sun Nascent Soul Secret Art" was clearly listed.

He constantly threatened and enticed.

"Very good."

At this moment, he burned his Jing Dong Xue He Fa. The fierce Sword of Thunder Roar surged forth; the winds and clouds changed color, the sun and moon dimmed. His strength, which had clearly surpassed the peak of the Nascent Soul realm, was revealed without doubt, causing countless Nascent Soul Master Dinghai Zhenjun to be deeply startled.

He had witnessed it at the Great Sun Dayang Tianchi; he was terrifyingly clear about the distinction between public and private matters.

The immortal Dao information technology contained within was so profound it was unimaginable.

He grasped at empty air; it was merely a phantom image.

Master Dinghai Zhenjun Chun Jian Yang Master Dinghai Zhenjun panicked, breaking free from his resolve of "only I exist, no enemy."

Master Dinghai Zhenjun Chun Jian Yang Master Dinghai Zhenjun laughed loudly, looking coldly at the dozens of Nascent Soul cultivators around him, including Master Tianyang Master Dinghai Zhenjun of the Darifa Sect: "If you act now, it is not too late!"

Before he could do anything,

A wisp of sword light, swaying with the wind like willow catkins, flew in from beyond the heavens. Though it appeared so weak, it instantly filled his entire field of vision and landed upon his neck.

"According to the Great Sun Sword Law, you must slay all sword Dao challengers."

Hei respectfully said, "I am about to seal myself, becoming a black sword jade slip. At that time, you may simply take it. The Great Sun Flying Sword can unlock this jade slip..."

Jiang Ding stepped forward and reached out to grab it.

There was no booming roar like Thunder Roar; instead, it was as crisp as a mountain spring dripping, pleasant and melodious, yet it instantly suppressed the sword qi Thunder Roar formed by his roaring, raging, and burning of Jing Dong Xue He Fa, extinguishing it.

Master Dinghai Zhenjun Chun Jian Yang Master Dinghai Zhenjun merged body and sword, transforming into a light of Lei Ting, roaring: "If a thousand years ago I had obtained the supreme Gong Fa of the Sword Pavilion, I would have already achieved Soul Transformation by now!"

Of course, there are many regulations; a situation where a Soul Transformation Canghai Tianjun challenges a Foundation Establishment Great Sun Sword Disciple will not occur.

"What is this..."

Even if there were others, where would he dare to find Yanling Canghai Tianjun or the Great Sun Sword Master?

"You shall die!"

"Everyone!"

Jiang Ding's gaze was solemn.

Even, if it remains unopened for a certain period, such as one hundred thousand years, the inheritance will still emerge on its own, choosing a suitable person to pass it on.

He resolutely burned his Jing Dong Xue He Fa. The sword light roared like thunder, reflecting into the heart-lakes of all present, stirring ripples; it was a typical manifestation of sword qi Thunder Roar.

They greatly amplified the brilliance and momentum of Master Dinghai Zhenjun Chun Jian Yang Master Dinghai Zhenjun's Radiant Sword Intent. The Thunder Roar sword light advanced further, completely surpassing the strength threshold of the peak of Nascent Soul!

"What Great Sun Sword Disciple!"

"You heard him!"

"Hahaha, he said it; all cultivators of the Dari Sect must be slain!"

Master Dinghai Zhenjun Chun Jian Yang Master Dinghai Zhenjun's throat grew cold.

His unwillingness and thousand years of resentment poured out completely in his heart; he felt great satisfaction. His sword intent seemed to advance a notch in a short time, stepping toward a Gao De Jing Gao Jie.

"All cultivators of the Dari Sect, you may dispose of them as you wish; you may slay them all to forge swords. The sect will not blame you."

Dozens of Nascent Soul Master Dinghai Zhenjun of the Great Sun Qingse Jianzong also ignored him, lowering their eyelids like the deaf and the blind.

Boom!

Hei respectfully said.

Jiang Ding watched silently.

The Great Sun Sword Master, Zou Zou Xiyuan, might recognize a new Great Sun Sword Disciple, or she might not; the conduct of such a great power is difficult to fathom; anything could happen.

The former might help him handle this matter, removing the methods added by the previous Great Sun Sword Disciple... and then beat him to death.

The high-speed channel of sword qi and thunder sound collapsed, dissipating into nothingness.

"Who are you?"

Sword Yang Master Dinghai Zhenjun slowly straightened his back, towering between heaven and earth like an endless-bladed divine sword, staring fixedly at the youth in green above, speaking word by word: "A nonsensical person comes to our Great Sun Qingse Jianzong, wanting to steal our Great Sun Qingse Jianzong's inheritance. What kind of intent is this?"

Without waiting for an answer, he looked at the dozens of Nascent Soul Master Dinghai Zhenjun around him and shouted sternly: "Just anyone, a mere Jin Dan cultivator, comes to our Qingse Jianzong wanting to seize our sect's supreme inheritance, a supreme Xiangong Fa that can be shared freely and requires no so-called aptitude or status. Are you all truly unmoved?"

"Eastern Extreme Demon Gate..."

A low murmur spread everywhere, as if in a trance, recalling some distant age.

(End of this chapter)

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