Chapter 879: The Cold Cruelty of the Sword Path

Jiang Ding held a notebook as he moved between the Sun-Blazing River and the Moon Stream, occasionally writing and drawing to make plans.

"Since you asked, this Fairy shall tell you."

Yu Yu Qianzi followed like a shadow, answering her own question: "I am here to collect the commemorative gift for the 1356th Champion of the Immortal Dao Alliance. The competition officials notified me via the Qingmuxian Sect embassy by mail, and since I happened to be free, I came."

"And I just happened to pass by, saw you here, and came over."

"Look at this trophy."

She took out a golden trophy, the size of a human head and inlaid with thirty-six supreme-grade spirit stones, from her storage treasure.

"Champion?"

Jiang Ding finally turned back, somewhat surprised.

The Immortal Dao Alliance.

This is a game with ancient lineage among the Immortal Sects, existing since the Spiritless Era; after ten thousand years of iteration, it remains a household name today. For mortals, it is indeed just a game, but for cultivators, it extremely tests spiritual sense control and calculation ability, and it has a vast following within the Immortal Sects.

Master Canghai Canghai Tianjun is one such person; he won the Immortal Dao Alliance championship ten times, known as the Ten-Time Champion, and has always been proud of it, showing it off to everyone.

To make an analogy, it is like in a sword-path online game where everyone has the same conditions; someone winning first place in the sword path for ten consecutive years is truly remarkable.

You must know, the Immortal Dao Alliance is not like a sword-path online game; it enjoys immense popularity within the Immortal Sects with universal participation, and many Tianjuns have the habit of entering it to train their spiritual sense control abilities.

The Immortal Sects once experienced a long period of wartime system.

Any entertainment that appears relaxed has great utility.

The fact that Yu Yu Qianzi could defeat numerous Tianjuns while in the Jin Dan realm and win the championship of the 1356th session shows her capability in spiritual sense control and calculation.

"Very impressive."

"If you were born in the Immortal Sects, you might have been an excellent fleet commander."

Jiang Ding sighed.

Spiritual sense control and calculation are the core abilities of a fleet commander.

"Then I am doomed."

Yu Yu Qianzi pouted, disdainfully saying: "I was born ten thousand years ago in a remote small realm named Spirit Mist Realm within the Qingmuxian Sect; it is impossible for you to accept me as an Immortal Sect citizen. Without a Gong Fa, I would likely have died of old age at the Jin Dan realm."

"..."

Jiang Ding remained silent.

For cultivators of small realms, the Immortal Sects are indeed a barren land; even if your talent is extremely strong and you possess a natural Dao Body, if you are not a citizen, you will not be regarded as one of their own.

Unless your moral character score is extremely high, your war merits are extremely high, and your creativity is extremely strong—

But this is impossible.

Other things aside, if one is talented, war merits and creativity can be compensated for later, but moral character, without education from childhood and environmental influence, cannot be born with it.

This is an inherent flaw of the Immortal Sects.

A door hinge does not rot if it moves; running water does not stagnate.

If one cannot gather the heroes of the world, those with excellent moral character and superior talent, to remain vigilant at all times, to revolutionize oneself and renew oneself, how can one stand firm in the realms?

One should actively educate and cultivate cultivators of small realms; people with good moral character do not spring from stones; they need constant education and constant cultivation.

Not, completely letting them run wild.

However, this cannot be done now; it would cause a riot and dissatisfaction among many cultivator citizens.

"Speak, what are you doing here?"

Jiang Ding sighed slightly in his heart and changed the subject: "Your sword-path realm has not yet broken through to the Indestructible stage; why are you running around everywhere instead of cultivating diligently in the Immortal Sect?"

Yes, Yu Yu Qianzi is still at the Half-Step Indestructible realm and has not broken through.

No one knows why.

Logically, it should not be so; she should have completed her sword technique breakthrough the instant she broke through to the Nascent Soul realm.

'Sword Disciple, yes, you did very well.'

Yue Ling's voice rang out, praising: 'Dao Disciple, for you, they are extremely precious resources; you should not suppress them, but rather make them as strong as possible.'

"Easy to say."

"The sword path, how can it be broken through by secluded self-reflection?"

Yu Yu Qianzi, somewhat frantic, said: "The Qingmuxian Sect is too peaceful; especially since I am half a Dao Disciple, they simply do not look for trouble with me."

"I simply cannot find a life-and-death enemy, an opponent!"

"I can't be like you Sun Sword Cultivator madmen, killing anyone you grab without distinguishing friend from foe, right?"

"If I did that, not to mention me, even Ji Liuyue's position would be unstable."

"The Qingmuxian Sect is not a sword-path sect at all; they will not allow such uncontrolled events to happen. Even a Dao Disciple is not allowed to act recklessly; this sect atmosphere is simply unsuitable for cultivating the sword path!"

"What about within the Moon Pulse? You killing each other should be unchecked, right?"

Jiang Ding asked with ill intent.

The Great Yin Sword Sect, the Moon Pulse, has many old scores with the Immortal Sects; Master Dinghai Master Dinghai Zhenjun had one eye blinded by someone named Yinwu Master Dinghai Zhenjun.

One should find a reasonable opportunity to kill her.

"That won't work."

Yu Yu Qianzi snorted lightly: "There are few people in the Moon Pulse within the Qingmuxian Sect to begin with, and they are all sisters who have known each other since childhood; I cannot bring myself to strike."

"In the Immortal Sect, it is much the same; law cultivators are all timid. Even if you insult them to their faces, they respond with a smile and are simply unwilling to initiate a true life-and-death battle."

"If you force an attack, their elders will intervene; face-saving won't work."

"I have thought and thought; within the realms, among peers, the only one who might kill me and allow me to break through is you."

"Therefore, I came."

"So,"

"You want to kill me or be killed by me...?"

Jiang Ding shook his head slightly, finally understanding the madness of sword cultivators on the path of the sword.

"Very well."

"As you wish."

Clang!

A sword was drawn.

In the sky, light blazed forth!

A resplendent great sun rose up, blooming infinite radiance toward heaven and earth, bearing the momentum of heaven and earth, exuding an aura of breaking laws, indestructibility, forbidden laws, and destruction that swept in all directions.

The sword qi was like light itself!

Yu Yu Qianzi's hair stood on end, her whole body trembling.

She held her breath, greedily and longingly gazing at the blazing sun in the sky, carefully sensing the ever-changing indestructible will within every thread of light—each instant, the aura of the sword qi changed millions of times.

At last, the indestructible sword light stabilized into an extremely scorching, destructive rhythm.

This was the fourth realm of the sword path—the Indestructible Realm!

Indestructibility was not used for defense, to keep others from killing you.

It was used for transformation!

A single sword strike unleashed, its aura changing millions of times in an instant, seeking out the sword light rhythm that targeted the opponent's Gong Fa and spells, then transforming accordingly, producing extreme special attack—one unit of power could serve as five units of the original.

Even the most ordinary cultivator at the peak of Nascent Soul could, with this, face a Canghai Tianjun head-on!

"Yu Yu Qianzi,"

"I hope you can advance further, and not die."

Jiang Ding used thirty percent of his strength, offering this sincere blessing.

Yu Yu Qianzi had provoked him of her own accord—if she died, then she died.

This was in accordance with the laws of Taiyi Qingmu Xianzong.

Although this was not his wish, and it would affect the already pacified relations between the realms.

But holding back to this extent was already his limit.

He was a cultivator, and also a person, with feelings, capable of anger—there was no reason to suppress himself for a hostile party and bring himself displeasure.

If she truly was too worthless, then she deserved to die.

Boom!

The ever-changing destructive great sun stabilized, bearing destructive moonlight, an aura of slaughtering the Taiyin—terrifying and descending from the heavens, hovering above the head of the peerlessly beautiful white-skirted fairy maiden before him.

"Jiang Ding Zi,"

"I definitely will."

Yu Yu Qianzi gripped the sword hilt.

She had long anticipated this, was not afraid, had her resolve, and even possessed an absolute, blind confidence—never feeling she was seeking death, but rather walking the supreme grand avenue of sword path advancement.

Clang!

She drew her sword, igniting her essence blood.

"Kill!"

Yu Yu Qianzi softly intoned, ethereal and dreamlike.

Her body merged with the sword, transforming into a streak of clear moon radiance, carrying a cold and illusory flavor, along with the aura of half-step Indestructibility, charging toward the destructive great sun in the sky.

This scene looked exactly like a moth flying into flame.

A rare sight unseen in ten thousand years appeared in the sky—a brilliant great sun and a serene clear moon appearing together in one sky, drawing closer to each other.

Then,

Boom!

After barely a moment of stalemate, the Taiyin star had already shattered, the Taiyin flying sword shattered and sent flying, along with a charred human figure—breath entirely gone.

The gap was terrifyingly vast, not on the same level at all.

Yu Yu Qianzi's gap with Jiang Ding—no, with all Dao Sons—was enormous, an innate deficiency, only forcibly leveled through sword technique realm.

Half-step Indestructible sword technique.

At the Golden Core Stage, one could converse as equals with Dao Sons of the same tier, become close friends and confidants, laugh and scold freely, draw a sword and strike at the slightest temper—all very normal.

No one would see a problem; even if a Dao Son was furious, they could only endure it.

At the Nascent Soul stage, still half-step Indestructible sword technique.

Such a person could become the foremost war general under a Dao Son, with honored status—most Dao Sons would affectionately address them as junior sister, sister, their attitude actually improving.

The original hostility, dissatisfaction, and conflicts vanished in an instant, replaced by utmost Yi Zhong, regarded as trusted core followers.

As for casual laughter and scolding?

Please mind your own status and position.

This was the etiquette and duty every Taiyi Qingmu Xianzong cultivator should possess, changing with the transformation of cultivation and realm—one should know this oneself, without needing to be reminded.

Bang!

A lump of charred remains unrecognizable as human and a flying sword with all spiritual light extinguished fell to the ground, deeply smashing into the earth.

"Sigh,"

"Are you dead?"

Jiang Ding glanced over, unconcerned.

He sheathed his sword, left the place, continued to wander within Dayang Dayang Tianchi, writing and sketching in his notebook, continuing his home renovation plan.

(End of this chapter)

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