Chapter 451 - 451 409 Who Says the Great Sun Swordsman Has No Swordsmanship

451: Chapter 409 Who Says the Great Sun Swordsman Has No Swordsmanship?

451: Chapter 409 Who Says the Great Sun Swordsman Has No Swordsmanship?

The City Lord of Tushan must have come from the Northern Plains and was intimately familiar with all sorts of rules.

“Sir!”

“Indeed, I broke the rules this time, and I was wrong first.”

Shang Chengye said in a deep voice, “However, I was born in a Nascent Soul family, with both my grandfather and great-grandfather being Nascent Soul Monks.

To kill me for a minor mistake, for a person of minor significance like me, would mean taking on a tremendously serious matter, and I feel it’s not worth it for you.”

As a Post-golden Pill Alchemist, he managed to belittle himself to the point of worthlessness, while simultaneously threatening and elevating the other party in a way that wouldn’t make most people feel any resentment.

‘What about Vajra Tuduo?’

‘Did this damned wretch run away?’

Shang Chengye’s Divine Sense swept chaotically, cursing constantly in his heart, while his face became more respectful.

Family rules are still rules, but if there’s no victim, why would they really punish one of their own?

They’d just raise the issue high and then let it drop gently.

Unfortunately, there has been an unexpected mishap now.

Who would have thought that in the blink of an eye, the two Post-golden Pill Monks that were present would be gone, leaving only two to face each other alone.

“Your grandfather and great-grandfather are Nascent Soul Monks?”

“I’m indeed not too aware of the Shang’s internal affairs.”

Jiang Ding sneered, “But I do know that Shang’s legitimate lineage wouldn’t make such a big fuss for the sake of a favor toward a mere collateral Nascent Soul Cultivator.

For them, it would be a very embarrassing matter.”

“Business Friend, are you from Shang’s legitimate lineage?”

“I am indeed…”

Within his words, a faint contempt deeply stung Shang Chengye’s heart, and he opened and closed his mouth several times but could not utter the words ‘legitimate lineage’.

Legitimate lineage.

It was as if these two words weighed a thousand catties in his heart, so much so that even with his shrewd and cunning merchant’s ways, he could not speak them smoothly.

“Haha!”

“Business Friend, just stay here and keep me company.”

Ms.

Thousand Snakes laughed charmingly, “From what I’ve learned through many interactions with the Golden Pill members of the twenty-eight major families, the division between legitimate and illegitimate within their families is strict, and they guard against insiders even more than outsiders.

For collateral lineages, achieving the Infant Formation is impossible, as they are strictly locked out of certain Cultivation Methods from birth, with only a Nascent Soul having a possibility of breaking free.”

“This man is going to great lengths to secure Blood Cloud’s favor, presumably in preparation for this very reason.”

“Madam knows quite a lot.”

Jiang Ding expressed his admiration.

“Young Master also has considerable strength.”

Ms.

Thousand Snakes’s gaze was seductive, and the black and white pythons on her shoulders hissed, occasionally dripping drops of black-purple poison between the snowy peaks, incredibly eerie and breathtaking.

“Young Master, would you like to try my bedroom Kung Fu?

I promise you won’t be disappointed.”

Her voice was extremely charming and inviting.

“No need, I am young and can’t withstand temptation easily, prone to addiction.

It would be better for me to see Madam off.”

Jiang Ding shook his head and chuckled.

Boom!

An Azure Flying Sword burst forth from the dense array of virtual patterns, locked on by the Sword Intent of Destruction, and slashed toward the seductive woman’s head.

“The Young Master truly doesn’t know how to cherish a flower.”

Ms.

Thousand Snakes licked her lips, and a Snake Gold Hairpin on her head, flashing with green Spiritual Light, intercepted an Azure Flying Sword in midair, and the two clashed hundreds of times in the blink of an eye.

Spiritual Light and sparks bloomed and shattered, and the clang of metal was incessant.

“If you’re so determined to seek death, I’ll oblige you this once!”

On the other side, Shang Chengye’s plump face flashed with a cold intent as he reached into his chest and threw out twelve ancient-looking copper coins, forming an array that gave birth to web-like Array Patterns, emitting a powerful binding force, and enveloped the distant Sword Cultivator.

As everyone knows, a Sword Cultivator’s entire strength lies in their sword.

With the Flying Sword restrained, if they are hit, they would be instantly turned into blood and flesh power, nothing out of the ordinary.

“Drop.”

Jiang Ding glanced over.

Rumble!

A high-grade third-level Formation Method vibrated, gathering the Heavenly Earth Spiritual Qi within a range of several kilometers.

Nine flame meteor swords descended from the sky, each targeting the twelve copper coins above Shang Chengye’s head.

Amidst the rumbling, the twelve copper coins shook unceasingly, with Spiritual Light flickering uncertainly, and his body retreated continuously.

Regardless of how agile and elusive his movements were, they were futile; pursued successively by meteor flame swords, he couldn’t escape.

Ding ding ding!

The Azure Flying Sword and the Snake-Shaped Green Poisonous Gold Hairpin clashed continuously, ringing with the sound of collisions.

The Sword Intent of Destruction was extremely sharp, severing swathes of emerald Spiritual Light with every strike, which fell to the ground and corroded large pits.

But the Snake-Shaped Green Poisonous Gold Hairpin was extremely skilled.

It consecutively used techniques like touching, stabbing, wiping, and picking, retreating while fighting, stubbornly resisting the edge of the Azure Flying Sword.

After several more collisions, it gradually gathered momentum and astonishingly began to counter-attack, pushing back the Azure Flying Sword.

“Sword Control skills…”

Jiang Ding’s face looked somewhat unsightly.

In front of this woman, his own Swordsmanship seemed like that of a novice of many years, clearly holding the advantage in the sharpness and Sword Intent of his sword, yet the actual outcome of the battle was turned around, with the weaker overcoming the stronger.

“Does the young master seem too naive?”

Ms.

Thousand Snakes settled her mind and chuckled softly, “He lacks the seasoned Swordsmanship of other sword cultivators of the same rank, relying merely on the sharpness of his Flying Sword.”

“If not for the sneak attack, this is all it would be.”

“…”

Jiang Ding said nothing.

In front of an old Golden Pill-stage cultivator from the Human Race, this assessment was perhaps correct.

He could not refute the fact.

Hiss hiss…

A soft hissing sound as two giant black and white snakes suddenly opened their massive mouths and struck like lightning, moving so fast that Divine Sense couldn’t even lock on to them, leaving only afterimages.

“Die.”

Ms.

Thousand Snakes uttered a single word.

Her name was Thousand Snakes, and after many years of cultivation, she didn’t rely solely on this one green poisonous gold hairpin!

Clang!

A sound of a sword cry,

the Azure Flying Sword entangled with the green poisonous hairpin flashed a streak of gold, and then gold covered the blade, emitting a terrifying aura capable of Law-Breaking and spirit destruction.

The speed of the Flying Sword suddenly increased, and its sharpness soared.

Ding!

The sword tip collided once again with the green poisonous hairpin, and with a crack, a horrific gash appeared on the hairpin, which was sent spinning hundreds of meters away as if struck by thunder, its Spiritual Light flickering uncertainly.

Swoosh!

And then, overtaking what had come before, it pierced through the heads of the two giant black and white pythons.

The scales as sturdy as treasures had no effect, shattering apart.

The two massive black and white snake heads, each the size of a carriage and baring their venomous fangs, halted for a moment before exploding into a shower of blood.

“How is this possible!”

As her spiritual pet and Treasure were simultaneously shattered, Ms.

Thousand Snakes spit out a large mouthful of blood, her face deathly pale as she stared, horrified, at the interwoven blue-gold Flying Sword, unable to believe that it was the product of a Golden Pill Monk’s nurturing.

“Your sword…”

“You’re right,”

Jiang Ding’s face twitched: “When it comes to Swordsmanship, I should indeed lack what my peers possess.”

Here, “peers” refers to Taoist disciples of the same rank.

It couldn’t be helped, since the heritage of the Xianmen Sect’s Sword Dao and the atmosphere for it were almost nonexistent, with no place to learn and sharpen it.

“So, die.”

Boom!

Light capable of Law-Breaking shone over heaven and earth, and a streak of Blue-Gold Sword Light pushed forth in a straight line into the seductive woman’s vision, the terrifying Sword Intent firmly locking onto her Divine Soul, rendering any kind of blood escape or splitting magic useless.

“You rely on your Treasure, you damned fledgling!”

Ms.

Thousand Snakes was somewhat livid.

She bit the tip of her tongue and sprayed out a mouthful of Essence Blood onto the green poisonous hairpin that was flying back toward her.

The hairpin liquefied into two streams of gold-green light, each flowing into the headless snake bodies on her shoulders.

Hiss hiss…

As if having consumed an Elixir, the snake bodies writhed and danced, and on the shoulders, a black and a white snake head were revived, the pupils gold-green and swelling into balls before explosively bursting.

Countless metallic-glossed little snakes scattered in all directions, connected by a breath and densely packed Array Patterns.

“Thousand Snakes·Poison King Formation!”

Ms.

Thousand Snakes sneered, and countless thick Poison Fogs arose within a seven to eight-kilometer radius, enveloping all people and objects, and obscuring Divine Sense.

Myriads of venoms gnawed away, and a continuous sizzle of corrosion filled the air.