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Chapter Seventy-Six: Debut
writer:无罪      update:2022-07-21 15:26
  Blood dropped into the dust by Mo Ying’s feet like early plum blossoms. He looked down as the two mixed together, holding the spear with one hand in silence. The wound on his forehead was not enough to affect his fight, but it did affect his state of mind.

  The dozen cultivators blocking Zhangsun Qianxue were the strongest of the camp next to him. Even facing an opponent like her, they were fearless and absolutely calm. Yet seeing the wound appear on this forehead, these cultivators were shocked, and some people’s lips involuntarily trembled.

  When vital energy cultivation was far below Mo Ying’s, the other used a sword form to create such a wound on his brow.

  The sword essence was too perfect. The sword form was exquisite and profound, but the black robed youth was at an extreme in the display and understanding of this sword form, enough for them, as swordsmen, to revere him.

  Many of Changling’s old records had been burned after Emperor Yuanwu ascended the throne. But they could not help but think back to the records of Wang Jingmeng fighting a Zhao swordsman at the Zhao Ping Lake. Back then, Wang Jingmeng only showed one move, just one for the other to see, and the other admitted defeat. The emperor of swords caused all swords in the world to worship.

  Now the Nine Death Silkworm had officially appeared under the sun, it caused “that person” who had died to slowly come back to reality.

  The countless little silkworms in Ding Ning’s body were released completely for the first time, unspeakably joyful and restless. The fine sounds clearly reached Mo Ying’s ears. The boldly colored sword sort was spinning around Ding Ning’s body, creating blinding streaks of light, showing off arrogance.

  Sensing Ding Ning’s calm presence, Mo Ying slowly said, “You want to show your power.”


  His voice spread through the camp. Everyone immediately understood his meaning.

  Many years ago, there had been news of the Nine Death Silkworm in Changling. Only Wang Jingmeng knew of it and had it. It’s emergence into the world meant his heir.

  In these years, the Nine Death Silkworm had hidden, wandering between legend and reality so people could not distinguish the truth. But since he had to appear, whether as an invincible cultivation method of the Nine Death Silkworm or the heir to that person who had been an invincible legend of the Ba Mountain Sword Field, he could not appear at an ordinary time and place. Fighting above his level against someone like Mo Ying was the best debut.

  Back then, many people had stood on the other side from the Ba Mountain Sword Field because that person was dead, and they thought he had no heirs. Now, they were certain there was an heir, and was just as powerful as that person had been. Many people may change their minds.

  “Win against me, announce the official return of the Nine Death Silkworm, start to take back what belongs to Ba Mountain Sword Field …… Have the people of the world know. That is the deeper meaning of this battle.” Mo Ying slowly looked up at Ding Ning who did not respond. He shook his head. “But you have to win against me first. I do not believe sword forms can surpass cultivation.”


  When he said this, the tip of his spear flicked off the ground. His body seemed to be levered by this Demon Dragon Spear, and he flew with the spear towards Ding Ning. There was no release of vital energy. The surroundings boomed, and the moving primal energies of the universe all rolled into his body and the spear he held. He merged into one with the spear, and crashed at Ding Ning in a commanding manner.

  There were no moves. Just a collision and crushing. When everything was very simple, it was harder to defeat.

  Seeing him attack, Ding Ning knew the dangers involved, but his eyes did not change at all. He had predicted that Mo Ying would attack like this.

  Because he was not who Mo Ying and the people in the camp thought he was.

  He had experience that Mo Ying and the others would find unimaginable, and had faced similar scenes before. So he had prepared for this already.

  The flying swords drew bright streaks of light in the air around him and then shone. The thin layers of sword light were tightly attached, and spun together like thousands of little swords spinning in unison.

  The sword lights spun around his body and shrouded his figure completely. All the sword lights were spinning in one direction. At this moment, it was like an enormous top or a stone mill. The spear tip bursting with red flame stabbed hard onto the spinning sword light.

  The sword light wrapped around Ding Ning’s body and retreated, but the tip could not enter! It continued to grind against the sword tip, the black smoke and red flames of the tip scattering, and even creating golden sparks!

  “Stone-Grinding Sword!”


  One person in the cultivators of the formation could not control himself and shouted.

  Mo Ying pressed his lips together. His Demon Dragon Spear was starting to vibrate. Not because of the turbulence in his emotions, but due to real friction.

  The Stone-Grinding Sword was like the Nine Death Silkworm, a symbol of Wang Jingmeng. It had been praised as the best defensive sword manual in the world, and also the one that could wear a person down to death. In the past, when Wang Jingmeng faced powerful opponents with high cultivation, he used this sword manual to wear many of them down to death. In the entire Ba Mountain Sword Field, only he had mastered this sword manual, because this sword manual concerned the fine control of countless sword lights, like inscribing countless seal scrips in an instant.

  Today, the Stone-Grinding Sword appeared again, and his simple Demon Dragon Spear attack could not advance. This move did not just defeat his move, but also broke his confidence.

  Within the sword lights and flying fire, blood made its way up Ding Ning’s throat, but he viciously swallowed down the blood. At the same time, the fingers on his left hand moved like he was pulling invisible strings. Many silk like sword lights appeared behind Mo Ying and attacked multiple meridian points.

  Mo Ying suddenly sensed them, and cried. His spear was still pushing but he was flying backwards. Hiss, hiss hiss, blood sprayed out of his feet. There were a few more wounds.

  Ding Ning looked up. At this moment, his eyes showed great anger. The flying sword spinning around him accelerated, no longer like a flying sword, but a giant stick flying horizontally through the air to chase behind Mo Ying who was a black dot in the sky.

  This move was called “Heaven Wrath.”


  His attack was purely power. His vital energy all surged out, controlling the primal energies of the universe that flooded in from all directions. The countless little silkworms in his body moved furiously and spat out their power. Rays made from the silkworms erupted towards the sky like silk threads reaching into the air.

  “How is this possible!”


  The cultivators in the camp looked up at the sky, their mouths wide but unable to breathe, looking like suffocating fishes. They could not understand why Ding Ning would use such a sword form. There were many ways of giving chase, but his attack was pure power. No matter how strong a realm six was, how could he benefit against a realm seven’s power?

  Mo Ying’s mouth was convulsing slightly. The sword threads had cut through many muscles in his feet, and the great pain caused his mind to have a momentary dizziness. Sensing the sword chasing from below, he turned this pain he had not experienced for so long into a furious howl. With a thunderous roar, he held the spear with two hands, and smashed it down.

  The pitch black spear bent, and then straightened, the enormous power hitting the flying sword coming up by his feet with an enormous roar.

  Volume 5 76 - A Well

  Zheng Husha had a cold expression. At this moment, he decided that he needed to kill many people, and not just one.

  The power of this man in cloth robes exploded with his throw, using all his vital energy and primal energies of the universe. Adding on that he was born very strong, he was abnormal among cultivators. On the battlefield, he could have a great effect in destroying formations, and kill many swordsmen whose flying swords were not with them.

  Such a cultivator was a treasure in the army. Even if those marquessate establishments used such a cultivator to kill him on the Changling streets, they could not withstand the anger from the imperial palace.

  First the swordsman, and now this man in cloth robes…… He was certain now that there was a terrifying killing situation that had formed around him. Just like how he was unable to know who the newborn power in Changling was, he was unable to determine who had set up such a situation to kill him.

  But he made his choice in this instant.

  When Zheng Bainiao and Zheng Jingcheng died, Jiaodong Commandery could not enter Changling and leave with a warm ending. There was no room to turn back. For him, if he fled from this capital, it meant that Jiaodong Commandery could never replace Zheng Xiu’s position in Changling. So, he decided to gamble with his last chip. See if he was to be killed, or if he killed until the person who set up the situation was robbed of their courage, and could not withstand the losses.

  “Who is it?”


  When this man in cloth robes attacked publicly on the Changling streets, Zheng Husha was not the only one who was certain that there was a new power in Changling.

  The most shocked was Bureau Chief Chen of the Divinity Bureau.

  The duty of the Divinity Bureau was to observe the people of Changling. If a new power formed, then he should have been the first to sense it. Yet even he did not know who had ruined Jiaodong Commandery’s attempt to kill Shen Xuan. Now, he also did not know where these cultivators who were publicly assassinating Zheng Husha came from.

  The enormous iron pillar flew through the air, and caused many people to feel cold. When the shadow of the enormous iron pillar covered the front of the carriage, the wind it created was enough to cause the carriage to creak like it would break apart. Zheng Husha once again stretched out his left hand. His left hand gently stretched forward, and then pressed. He did not seem to exert any power, but the incoming iron pillar suddenly sank, and hit the stones of the street hard.

  With the terrifying momentum, large pieces of the ground flew upwards like fragile pieces of paper.

  Zheng Husha was very powerful and skilled with the control of power. The rising ground stopped a foot away from him and sprayed out dust and debris. His hand did not fall, he flicked his fingers lightly.

  A piece of debris passed through the dust and soil, speeding up and burning with a dazzling light, like the brightest diamond.

  Pew!

  The bright piece of debris drew out long lines of light in the air, and immediately passed through the head of the man in cloth robes. In the next moment, the man’s head exploded violently. The piece of debris turned to hot smoke, and burned the flesh into ash.

  This man became a headless corpse that stood there. His vital energy had been used up in the previous attack, and he had not had the power to fight back. Zheng Husha had not needed to waste vital energy to kill an enemy like him. But he was not being willful.

  This was an attitude. This was displaying power.

  But in this moment, an arrow came. An arrow, and not a sword.

  It came from the west, not aimed at him in the carriage cabin, but the driver at the head of the carriage.

  A howl sounded above the carriage. A sword light lit up.

  A lifebond presence surged from the driver’s hands, and a blood red light slashed towards the arrow. Even this driver was a worthwhile swordsman.

  In Changling, there were not many below realm seven who could withstand such a blow. But the bloody red sword light was not able to hit the arrow at all. The sword light passed in the afterimage left by the tail of the arrow.

  Under the carriage driver’s terrified gaze, his body exploded from the inside out.

  Boom!

  The carriage tilted forwards. The carriage driver and the head of the carriage both disappeared.

  Zheng Husha’s fingers on his left hand trembled lightly. His left eyelid jumped slightly. In this moment, he sensed the power of the arrow, and wanted to act to stop the arrow. He was sure that the other was using the arrow as a response to his show of power. Yet, he still was not fast enough.

  The ripple in his mind only lasted for a moment. He released the energy on his left palm outwards. The cabin tore apart like paper, and twisted like water, in the end turning to a handful of ash that flew outwards.

  The carriage had disappeared. He was standing in the street. Then he looked up.

  The sunlight in the sky dimmed for an instant. Because there was a light even more dazzling that even covered the sun for a moment. This arrow light was falling towards him.

  Zheng Husha narrowed his eyes at the arrow, and suddenly had a hint of a cold smile. He stretched out his left hand with an indescribable and powerful air, and seemed to grip at the arrow.

  The arrow was facing his palm. A vast power sprayed out of his palm.

  An ear-piercing howl occurred around the arrow. This was the sound of howling ghosts and wolves.

  Yet the arrow was much faster than the sound. When the sound occurred with the arrow, it meant the arrow had already slowed down.

  Two feet away from his palm, the arrow suddenly paused. It was like a spray of sparks hit a thick wall of ice.

  The arrow light sprayed outwards in tens of thousands of lines, revealing the arrow inside.

  This was a deep blue arrow, made with skill from fine metal, not even the tail an exception. There were visible ripples exploding from the head of the arrow, but it was unable to advance.

  In the next moment, the power behind the arrow constantly charged at the tip of the arrow, and the arrow started to break apart in segments. Pressed by the powerful energy coming off Zheng Husha’s palm. There seemed to be dust floating, and then as his fingers came together, the dust was pressed into a round ball.

  Zheng Husha gripped this ball of metal. At this time, the original light of the arrow was still shining. He seemed to have caught a true star. The presence was truly godly.

  But his expression was very strange. He looked at the round ball, and said softly to himself, “There are Chu people?”


  Volume 2 76 - Killing

  Xie Changsheng’s face suddenly paled. Even before, when he had been seriously wounded by the first sword nucleus, he had not felt much terror. But the moment he saw this young woman in green robes, he felt terror.

  This terror came from animal instinct and nature. It was not due to a disparity in strength. This was like how an adult ram who saw an infant wolf would still feel fear.

  He had seen numerous young geniuses in the past, but never felt like this.

  Looking at the young woman in green robes, he felt this voice in his mind. Then in the next moment, he thought of a possibility, and his body started to freeze.

  Xie Rou and He Zhaoxi were not much better off than Xie Changsheng. Zhang Yi was the only one able to move. Because he was polite, even though he was also terrified at this moment, he still bowed to this young woman in green robes and the young man behind her. "May I ask?"

  "I am Jin Liuli," the young woman responded directly, not caring how her simple answer caused great waves in these people’s minds.

  The young woman said, looking at Zhang Yi with a cold expression. "So you should understand that I have the power to make him explain."

  Zhang Yi could not express any objections. The name Jin Liuli was her greatest qualification.

  Even if they were not in Min Mountain Sword Sect, her name alone would be enough to request many people to do many things. From the first year of Yuanwu to now, she and An Baoshi of Spirit Void Sword Sect had been publicly accepted as the future strongest cultivators of the Qin Dynasty. In other words, if there were no accidents, this young woman in green robes in front of him would be the successor to the Min Mountain Sword Sect. The next master of Min Mountain Sword Sect.

  At this time, this young woman already had some of the dignity that a sect master should have.

  Zhang Yi slowly nodded. He was about to turn, but Jin Liuli, this famous young woman, stopped him.

  "I can wait." She glanced at the words next to Ding Ning and said, "Before this matter is cleared up, to guarantee the fairness of this competition, you do not have to wait for him and interrupt his cultivation. Just like his message said, you can wait until all of you have come out before waking him."

  Her words are extremely fair. Zhang Yi and the others had nothing to say.

  At this time, a sharp coldness suddenly appeared inexplicably in the air. Frost appeared on the grass at the perimeter of the formation. Then Xu Heshan’s figure appeared.

  He held a pure white sword in his hand, completely pure white like it has been pressed together out of snow. But there was a freezing energy around this sword that no snow could rival.

  When Xu Heshan saw Jin Liuli, he immediately froze.

  "This is the Cold River Snow Sword. It was the lifebond sword of a certain academian close to the Wei Emperor. While it has lost its vital energy, it is still the coldest sword in the Sword Valley," Jin Liuli said coldly and didn’t even give another look to Xu Heshan.

  Xu Heshan had come out, and there were only Nangong Caishu and Shen Yi left.

  "This sword is named Twining Branch of Hate. It is the sword of the Han Thousand Lotus Palace," Jin Liuli did not stop and continued. Before she finished speaking, Shen Yi’s figure was appearing.

  Shen Yi held a sword that looked like black jade, with winding dark green branching patterns on the hilt.

  After speaking, as though Jin Liuli knew that Nangong Caishu would not appear soon, Jin Liuli grew quiet.

  "So what sword is mine?" Xie Changsheng couldn’t help but speak. He felt extremely displeased by his terror. A major reason he was speaking was because he wanted to break free of this terror.

  "One sword will illuminate nineteen cities. This is the Brilliance Sword of the first general of the former Zhao Dynasty, Zhao Kuo. When it was in his hand, it was always shining with light. People rarely saw the true form of this sword." Jin Liuli looked casually at Xie Changsheng as though she could see Xie Changsheng’s competitiveness. An imperceptible disdain appeared at the corners of her lips.

  Xie Rou clenched her teeth. She also wanted to know what sword she had, but she felt the more she asked, the more disadvantageous it would be to Ding Ning.

  At this time, Jin Liuli looked at Xie Changsheng and slowly said, "Nangong Caishu is slow because she is having a hard time choosing like you did. She needs to choose between the Fish Intestine Sword and the Metal Casting Sword. She is more cautious than you are. Now, she has chosen, she chose the Fish Intestine Sword."

  For some reason, when Xie Changsheng heard Jin Liuli’s cold and flat words, and looked at the imperceptible disdain at her lips, Xie Changsheng became irritated.

  "What kind of sword is the Fish Intestine Sword," he asked angrily.

  "You must not even have heard the name of these swords. The masters of these swords died in battle between you were born. While the masters of most swords were strong, they were not famous even to their death, and were rarely recorded in the records. So I do not understand why he had you choose such swords." Jin Liuli did not answer his question. Her gaze moved around Ding Ning, her expression grew more frostier. Then she said, "You can wake him now."

  Strange sounds came from the grass on the perimeter of the formation. Nangong Caishu’s figure appeared at this time.

  Jin Liuli had done as she said. She waited until everyone picked their swords before waking Ding Ning.

  Zhang Yi struggled to swallow. Then he stiffly reached out with his left hand, and patted Ding Ning’s shoulder. Ding Ning’s eyelashes fluttered and his eyes opened. Ding Ning’s gaze immediately landed on her but his expression was calm.

  The young woman’s brow instinctively furrowed.

  "I am Jin Liuli," She looked at Ding Ning’s eyes and said slowly, "You must answer some of my questions. This will decide whether you can continue to participate in the Min Mountain Sword Trials."

  Ding Ning looked silently at Jin Liuli. When he truly saw this young woman of legend, he was sure which rumors were true.

  Feeling this young woman’s presence, he was certain that, even in the strongest era of the Ba Mountain Sword Field …… if this young woman was born in that era, she would have a seat among the strongest of the experts.

  Jin Liuli’s eyes unconsciously narrowed. She was not used to people being so calm in front of her, and unused to people not immediately answering her question.

  Just as she wanted to speak again, Ding Ning nodded.

  "How do you know these swords?

  "Why did you feel that there would be a sword sea in the Sword Valley?

  "Had someone leaked the contents of the Min Mountain Sword Trials to you ahead of time?

  "If that is the case, regardless of who that person is in the Min Mountain Sword Trials, they cannot protect you."

  Jin Liuli asked four questions with a cold expression.

  Hearing her words, even Xie Changsheng started to suspect that someone had leaked the contents of the Min Mountain Sword Trials to Ding Ning ahead of time. Because Ding Ning’s previous performance, other than cheating, could not be explained in any logical manner.

  Then Ding Ning started to explain. He calmly said, "I know these swords because I stayed for a long time with Forefather Zhou and I heard him speak of many famed swords. These swords are only some of those."

  Jin Liuli’s expression grew colder.

  Forefather Zhou was an old person of Changling, but no one knew if he had known of these swords, especially now when he was dead. Any explanation for something put on a dead person could not be convincing. But she did not immediately speak. She wanted to see how Ding Ning would answer her following questions.

  Those were the harder questions to answer.

  "I feel that the Sword Valley had the sea of swords because of the second sword nucleus." Yet Ding Ning did not stop and calmly continued.

  Jin Liuli’s eyes flashed harshly and said, "What does it have to do with the second sword nucleus?"

  "The sword manuals engraved on the second sword nucleus are not the sword manuals of the Qin Dynasty. I remembered that the Min Mountain Sword Sect had never had any precedent of publishing any sword manuals. These sword manuals were so profound that I thought they could only come from the cultivation places of the three dynasties that the Qin destroyed. They are from outsiders, so it doesn’t matter if outsiders saw them."

  Ding Ning looked calmly at her and said, "Any person has weaknesses, including the person in charge of organizing the Min Mountain Sword Trials. I think if I want to win this, I must treat the organizer of the Min Mountain Sword Trials as an enemy. I pondered if there were any rules in this person’s behaviour. Since the second sword nucleus had foreign things, then I thought in this sword selection event, it may also be items from foreigners.

  "Since the sword manuals on the second sword nucleus were so spectacular, I thought with this person’s behaviour …… the sword valley selection event would have astounding swords.

  "As a result, I felt there may be many famed swords from the three dynasties but I had never expected so many swords and such a sword grave."

  Hearing Ding Ning’s calm explanation, Jin Liuli’s eyes were filled with shock. The questions she felt so hard to answer came from such a reasonable deduction.

  Most important was that she was the Min Mountain Sword Trials organizer that Ding Ning spoke of …… Had Ding Ning been able to do all this because of the weaknesses in some of her personality and actions? If there were weaknesses, they could be used.

  She was truly shocked.