Reigning Supreme in countless worlds With Beast taming - Chapter 472 - 469 Who Else?
“Shua…”
That slash of Sword Light astonished everyone!
With one strike, mountains crumbled, rivers ceased, and eagles perished!
It was no surprise to the disciples of the Beast Taming Sect, for who within the sect didn’t know of Li Miaozhen’s fierce sword tactics?
However, it did cause a change of color among the true disciples of the Spring and Autumn Academy.
They had never anticipated that Li Miaozhen’s saber skill was so formidable.
In recent days, as Tang Sanyuan, Cheng Qian, and other chief disciples had frequent interactions with the disciples of the Beast Taming Sect, the other true disciples from the Spring and Autumn Academy were also inclined to mingle with the disciples of Beast Taming.
These scholars would occasionally invite some daoist fellows from other academies for visits, and personalities like Li Miaozhen, hearty in character, coupled with the disciples’ desire to make more daoist acquaintances and the recent fame of the Beast Taming Sect, attracted many cultivators from other sects who were eager to hear news from the Otherworld, resulting in the palace where the Beast Taming Sect resided being bustling every day.
Thus, those watching the battle were not only from the Beast Taming Sect and the Spring and Autumn Academy but also included many cultivators from other sects and academies.
Li Miaozhen’s slash not only dazzled the scholars from the Spring and Autumn Academy but also shocked the cultivators from other sects and academies.
At this moment, Li Miaozhen did not cease her vigorous swordplay, continuing her slash towards Tang Sanyuan after severing the mountains and rivers.
Although Tang Sanyuan knew of Li Miaozhen’s profound cultivation, he had not expected her sword tactics to be so sharp; a single exchange not only shattered his usual Spiritual Treasure but also left her with spare energy to strike at him.
This was also because he was accustomed to the genteel and courteous style of combat when sparring with scholars from other academies, and he was caught unprepared by Li Miaozhen’s formidable presence and failed to react in time.
Nevertheless, as one of the carefully groomed chief disciples of the Spring and Autumn Academy, although surprised at the strength of Li Miaozhen’s combat power, it was impossible for him to be simply injured by her single slash!
He whipped back his folded fan, his energy surged, and suddenly a Golden Light emerged from the crown on his head, transforming into a Defensive Magic in front of him.
Bang…
A slight sound echoed as the Golden Light defense trembled slightly but wasn’t shattered by the Sword Light. However, Tang Sanyuan’s figure was shaken and drifted backward several meters.
Tang Sanyuan steadied himself, flicked open his Mountain and River Fan with a “shua” and gently fanned twice, his face barely concealing his surprise, “Daoist Fellow Li truly lives up to the reputation of being the foremost disciple of the Beast Taming Sect…”
Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly sensed something was amiss. Looking down, he noticed a three-inch-long crack on the fan of his Mountain and River Fan, not only was the Spirit Light dimmed, but it also leaked air when he fanned.
…
Tang Sanyuan stared at the Mountain and River Fan in his hand somewhat dazedly.
His usual Spiritual Treasure, undoubtedly of the finest quality, unexpectedly could not withstand a single slash from Li Miaozhen.
It seemed that this Spiritual Treasure was temporarily unusable; with such a large crack, it would likely take at least a few months to repair.
The surrounding crowd witnessed this, and their faces changed as well.
Whether it was Tang Sanyuan or the observing cultivators, being chosen by their respective sects to participate in the trial, all were geniuses protected by multiple treasures and were confident in withstanding the force of Li Miaozhen’s slash.
But what about afterwards? If the battle continued, how many more slashes could they withstand?
It seemed that the true disciples of this generation from the Beast Taming Sect were indeed extraordinary!
Opposite, Li Miaozhen sheathed her saber, raised an eyebrow, and with a dissatisfied expression said, “You, why can’t you withstand a hit? Are you like those so-called talents who only know how to hang around in brothels, just a silversmith’s wax-headed spear?”
Outside, many cultivators laughed at Li Miaozhen’s remark.
Although a few scholars felt that Li Miaozhen’s crude comments were an insult to their scholarliness, considering she was from the Southern Domain and not a Confucian cultivator, they didn’t take it to heart.
Not to mention that the same words sound different when spoken by different people.
Li Miaozhen was not only beautiful, but her personality and demeanor showed that she was a woman of heroic spirit who did not bother with the trivial. Thus, when she spoke such words, far from being disliked, most of the scholars felt that this woman was truly genuine.
“Uh…”
Tang Sanyuan’s face turned slightly red, feeling ashamed in his heart.
He had just been lecturing Ge Qingshan, and when it was his turn to take the stage, he nearly lost in one move, embarrassing himself substantially.
He quickly straightened his posture, put away his dim Spirit Light Mountain and River Fan, and took out a bamboo slip and a Knife Pen from his sleeve as he cupped his hands and said, “Daoist Fellow Li, your divine power is astonishing. Tang admires it.”
As he spoke, he shook the Knife Pen and Poetry in his hand, “This is my Lifebound Spiritual Treasure, please enlighten me!”
He needed to prove his strength; otherwise, Li Miaozhen would really treat him as someone who only knew how to recite poetry. It wasn’t just a matter of reputation being pleasant or not; it also involved his dignity as a man.
So, no matter what, he had to show some real skills, lest he be underestimated.
Otherwise, if such reputation spread, how could he face anyone in the place of fireworks again!
“Good!”
Li Miaozhen’s eyes lit up upon hearing this, “I have long wanted to witness the Confucian Divine Power of the Central Region. Very well… Daoist Fellow Tang, take another strike from me!”
With those words, she drew her sword again and slashed horizontally. The Sword Energy tore through the void, heading straight for Tang Sanyuan.
As the Chief Disciple of the Poetry Institute, Tang Sanyuan certainly had real skills. In fact, his Daoist prowess was far beyond what one could imagine for an ordinary True Disciple.
Those geniuses in the Cultivation World who could fight beyond their level were exactly like him—top-level talents from great forces.
Ordinary True Disciples might only be able to contend with Cultivators a level higher, but these top-level talents could not only contend with cultivators of a higher realm but could also emerge victorious.
Although the Spring and Autumn Academy, being a Confucian sect, put literary talent first and Dao Cultivation second.
For Confucian Cultivators, literary talent was the strength. As long as the talent was sufficient and the literary energy abundant, any aspect, be it Cultivation Realm, combat power, or divine power, could not possibly be weak.
This was also why in Confucianism, some scholars with no renown or even without any Techniques inheritance suddenly managed to achieve immortality.
Some scholars, for various reasons, could not attend the Academy or chose not to focus on cultivation after entering but spent all their time studying.
These scholars did not practice spells or cultivate divine powers but immersed themselves in reading the saintly books, nurturing a Vast Energy within their capabilities, tirelessly and patiently, although their heads turned white from studying. However, once they integrated and understood various principles, they could directly comprehend the mysteries of the Dao and achieve sudden enlightenment to become immortals.
As the Chief Disciple of the Poetry Institute, Tang Sanyuan, whether in literary grace or cultivation aptitude, was top-notch. Combining the two, his combat power was extraordinary. Now taking the matter seriously, his aura surged vehemently, charging towards the void.
Seeing Li Miaozhen’s sweeping strike approaching, he raised the bamboo slip in his left hand that floated and slowly opened. Verses of poetry faintly echoed around, and lines of poetic text fell, forming Defensive Divine Power in front of him, intercepting Li Miaozhen’s slash.
Following that, Tang Sanyuan’s right hand pointed the Knife Pen into the void, a sharp Golden Light as if piercing through the void shot directly in front of Li Miaozhen.
“Ah?”
Li Miaozhen raised her sword to block the Golden Light, her figure swayed, and she was pushed back half a step by the force, her eyes shining brightly: “What a Magical Treasure, what divine power, what skills!”
She praised thrice in succession. Then her face showed no fear but excitement instead, “With such skills, I would be underestimating you if I held back any longer, ha, White Tiger Roar!”
With her fighting spirit surging, Li Miaozhen recklessly dodged the torrent of poetic words from Tang Sanyuan’s bamboo slip and delivered an extremely fierce slash towards Tang Sanyuan.
After one slash, another followed, the sword light relentless and the sword momentum unending, fast as lightning, swift as the wind!
Tang Sanyuan was immediately put on the defensive by her continuous slashes, not daring to be careless at all.
The combat styles of the two were starkly different. Tang Sanyuan was a Confucian Cultivator. His bamboo slip was not only a Defensive Spiritual Treasure, but its poetry and characters could also transform into various attack methods—into thousands of arrows, countless long spears, a rain of swords, spears, axes, and halberds, big bells, mountains, rivers, grass, trees, sun, moon, and stars, showing immense power and endless variations.
And his Knife Pen was equally sharp, nurtured for many years with his Vast Energy. Each line and stroke, seemingly just like carving words, could unexpectedly unleash attacks as sharp as those of a Sword Cultivator.
Occasionally, he would play various tricks with his Knife Pen, showing that the Divine Skill “Miraculous Pen” wasn’t limited solely to brushes—his control over the Knife Pen was exceptionally masterly.
These two Spiritual Treasures, one offensive and the other defensive, were versatile and extraordinarily powerful.
Li Miao Zhen’s style of Fighting was utterly different from Tang Sanyuan’s approach.
What Li Miao Zhen excelled in was offense, offense, and more offense!
She disliked passive defense; she believed the best defense was a strong offense!
Therefore, her combat style was not only sharp with her saber attacks, but her offensive flow was also relentless, allowing no opportunity for counterattacks, no chance for her opponent to turn the tables.
Despite the myriad transformations of Tang Sanyuan’s bamboo slip characters, she would chop them down with a single slash of her saber, scattering the characters, severing Divine Skills, repelling the sharpness of the Knife Pen, and trapping Tang Sanyuan within her blade light, making it hard for him to escape.
Seeing Li Miao Zhen grow more exhilarated and happier as she fought, even her Sword Energy becoming sharper with each strike, Tang Sanyuan felt the pressure and knew he could not continue like this.
Thus, he began to employ his strongest techniques, which he seldom used.
With a stroke of his Knife Pen, a streak of golden light flickered into existence in the void. As the Knife Pen continued to carve, more golden light surged, and a strangely shaped character, consisting of only a few strokes, was carved by him in mid-air.
Although this character, shaped oddly and containing only a few strokes, was much simpler compared to the intricate ancient seals written previously by Ge Qingshan, once this character took shape, it exhibited a power several times stronger than that of Ge Qingshan’s ancient seals.
“Daoist Fellow Li, be cautious—this is an Ancient Daoist Text, and each character represents a Law!” Tang Sanyuan warned with a shout as a massive suppressive force enveloped Li Miao Zhen.
Clearly, this Daoist Text contained the Power of Laws related to suppression.
“Hmm?” Li Miao Zhen, feeling the power of this character, couldn’t help but frown slightly with seriousness.
Then, she raised her saber and with a light shout from her mouth, slashed straight at the Daoist Text, forcefully splitting the endless suppressive force and shattering the golden Daoist Text into pieces.
Tang Sanyuan frowned, as Li Miao Zhen’s ferocity far exceeded his expectations.
But of course, his skills didn’t end there. Continuously carving with his Knife Pen, he crafted five different characters, each carrying a different Power of Laws, targeting Li Miao Zhen from all directions.
“Nice technique!” Li Miao Zhen praised again, suddenly becoming one with her saber, merging as if she and the person were both part of the White Tiger Saber, turning into an exceptionally sharp White Tiger Saber.
Her talents were brilliant, her aptitude extraordinary. Since seeing the Demon Cultivator Xue Wuya from the Blood God Sect transform into his Demon Saber with his own body a few years ago in the battle at the Blood Cave, she had been pondering over this technique.
Xue Wuya had sacrificed his physical body to forge the Demon Saber. Naturally, Li Miao Zhen couldn’t do the same, but over the years, she had gathered numerous Geng Metal Energy within her body, drawing on numerous Sword Cultivator Techniques as well as some other bizarre Divine Power Secret Techniques, and eventually, she had genuinely devised a technique similar to transforming into a saber.
After merging into one with her saber, Li Miao Zhen maximized all the Geng Metal Energy through the White Tiger Saber, the Geng Metal Principle becoming incredibly sharp, breaking through anything—be it Ancient Daoist Texts or textual Laws!
With her saber moves swift as lightning, she carried an overwhelmingly sharp force directly toward those five Daoist Texts.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Five soft sounds in succession—the five Daoist Texts shattered on the spot.
However, Li Miao Zhen was also shaken by these five Powers of Laws, her breath slightly unstable, and her figure reappeared, unable to immediately launch an attack on Tang Sanyuan.
She didn’t mind at all, instead burst into laughter: “Hahaha, exhilarating, exhilarating, it’s been a long time since I’ve faced such a formidable opponent!”
The hearty laughter spread across the area, allowing all the cultivators who heard it to feel the hearty satisfaction in her laugh.
Tang Sanyuan was surprised by Li Miaozhen’s domineering and combative spirit, but he didn’t show any weakness, “Since Daoist Fellow Li wants a thrilling battle, Tang is pleased to accompany!”
During his speech, he once again expanded all his bamboo slips completely, and then lightly chanted, “With a knife pen, I inscribe the Spring and Autumn, cunningly employing silver paper to craft a drunken strategy.
Seated in the high hall, chanting like an immortal guest; strolling through elegant gardens, reciting like the hidden marquis.
Miraculously writing the Yao Chapter, still extraordinary; idly chanting Jade Rhyme, rivaling the Heavenly Que.
A song gently soars into the clouds, a dragon joyfully roams in the Immortal Mansion.”
As he chanted, his knife pen moved continuously, with Daoist texts emerging and merging with the poetry on the bamboo slips, greatly enhancing the power of those words, tangling Li Miaozhen, forcing her to contend with his assault, unable to fully exert her combat strength.
Li Miaozhen let out a light whistle, and the White Tiger Saber in her hand suddenly transformed into an enraged Divine Beast White Tiger, charging straight into the multitude of words. Then, its entire body’s fur abruptly turned into endless fine sword lights, brutally shredding the multitude of words to pieces.
The White Tiger continued without stopping, charging onward, disregarding the sharp attacks from the knife pen that clanged against its body like metal. It collided directly with the bamboo slips hovering above Tang Sanyuan’s head, knocking them away, while its long tail whipped directly onto Tang Sanyuan’s body.
However, it did not injure him, for he was wearing a powerful Defensive Spiritual Treasure as a Confucian robe, which had already raised layers of Spirit Light, shielding him within.
But at that moment, Li Miaozhen suddenly appeared; she reached out and grabbed the White Tiger’s tail, and the originally formidable White Tiger instantly turned into the sharp White Tiger Saber.
Li Miaozhen shouted violently, and the White Tiger Saber, with its extremely sharp sword energy, chopped straight down.
With a ripping sound, Tang Sanyuan’s Confucian robe was slashed, leaving a foot-long tear across his chest and abdomen.
Tang Sanyuan cried out in alarm, his figure flashed, and he instantly turned into a Light Escape, exiting the circle.
“Who else?”
Li Miaozhen stood with her saber, her eyes commanding as she looked towards the cultivators outside the arena.
Her spirit for battle had been aroused and she longed only for a satisfying fight.
Although Tang Sanyuan hadn’t technically been completely defeated, having only his robe slashed by her, with his array of Magical Treasure Divine Powers, it was uncertain who would win or lose if they truly fought to the death.
But since Tang Sanyuan chose to exit the circle, that meant he conceded this round, and Li Miaozhen naturally wouldn’t force him back into the fight.
However, having waited a while with no one coming forward to challenge her, she felt immensely frustrated.
Clearly, after witnessing her formidable combat strength, very few were confident enough to withstand her White Tiger Saber and naturally did not want to step into the ring.
Even the few who had advanced to the Purple Mansion stage from various sects as true disciples weren’t sure of a victory and were of course even less willing to fight, for a defeat would be too humiliating.
“A bunch of men, why so hesitant!”
Li Miaozhen pointed her long sword at Fang Chengqian and shouted, “You, come!”
“Me?”
Fang Chengqian was stunned, not having expected Li Miaozhen to challenge him.
He didn’t know that this was mainly because he had occasionally showed off his presence in front of Li Miaozhen lately, which had made a slight impression on her.
Furthermore, like Tang Sanyuan, he was also a Chief Disciple of the Spring and Autumn Academy branch, so his strength certainly wouldn’t be lacking much, and that’s why she had called him out.
