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Chapter Seventy-Seven: Sword Sacrifice
writer:无罪      update:2022-07-21 15:26
  A pitch black energy bloomed like a dragon, the energy coming off the spear formed a blinding ring of light where it met the flying sword, and then the energy expanded outwards.

  Ding Ning slumped suddenly, and grunted. As the ground sank down, a layer of bloody mist sprayed onto his skin. The bones in his body were almost cracking, and his body almost disintegrated. Yet the countless little silkworms moving through his body were extremely hardy and consumed most of the energy that flooded into his body, and even took on most of the shock, supporting his body.

  In the sky above his head, below the rapidly expanding ring of light, the bold bright flying sword had been driven several hundred feet away, but as he grunted, it was given new power and started to accelerate! This sword’s acceleration seemed to be a frenzy, because it accelerated so quickly the tail of the sword started to waver, and make terrifying sounds in the air.

  Mo Ying’s spear was still coming down. There was faint scorn at the corners of his mouth. In his view, this attack would end with Ding Ning’s severe injury. But when the movement of this sword appeared in his perception, his eyes started to twitch.

  Ding Ning was faster than him!

  His vital energy was still in turbulence, and his spear still going down, but Ding Ning’s second attack had already come, so fast that he had no time to think clearly, and not enough to be angry and shocked. He could only withdraw his spear. Only by withdrawing his spear could he block the other’s sword.

  The Demon Dragon Spear suddenly collapsed, turning to a thick black energy that pulled back up before taking tangible form again and attacking!

  A loud buzz rang out through the sky.

  Ding Ning’s flying sword did not truly fly at him, but the air above him. It flew straight, and so fast that it surpassed the sound. This buzz sounded in the air when the flying sword stopped accelerating.

  Mo Ying’s spear missed, his body seemed to be emptied out, bending forward, and then he vomited a mouthful of blood.

  Ding Ning’s move was a false one, forcing him to pull his spear back. The forcible retraction of his great power collided with the power coming out of his body, like two cultivators of equal strength fighting in his body.

  There was a sonic boom in the air along with a string of shock waves visible to the naked eye.

  Mo Ying’s body fell down, and he spat out more blood.

  The dozen cultivators in the camp who were part of the formation stopped breathing. They knew that Ding Ning had suffered serious injury when he took on the attack, but clearly, Mo Ying was more injured, and right now, he could not attack even though Ding Ning’s flying sword was in the sky!

  This was using an injury to trade for another injury.

  Bu Ding Ning was the one who still won.

  Ding Ning raised his eyebrows and took a deep breath. Even though he had similar experiences, fighting above his level was like walking on a cliff, with many unpredicted dangers. Only now did this battle truly reach his time.

  As he took this breath, his eyes suddenly turned deep red. The chaotic energy and some of the blood flowing backwards in his body were drawn together by his threads of vital energy and started to burn!

  Boom!

  His body sank again like it had been hammered. Some of the power of the Nine Death Silkworm deep inside him was forced out, and merged together with the burning energy. His black robe turned white like a pale wave had flowed out of him.

  An enormous sword essence appeared in the sky. The bold and bright Warm Spring sword turning into a burning sun. The enormous camp was turned snow white by the bright light, so bright and white that people could not see any shadows.

  Mo Ying shouted and closed his eyes. His hands did not tremble, but the spear stabbed multiple times, the tip of the spear like a storm, as it faced the burning sword coming at him.

  This was one of Ba Mountain Sword Field’s secret swords, “Luminous Sun.”


  The sword energies formed many mirrors, gathering the power of the sunlight. The dazzling light was only the outer appearance, and the true threat came from the terrifying heat contained in the light rays of the sword essence.

  But when he attacked with his spear, the sword in his senses suddenly disappeared. His perception was completely dark. After the extreme light, the contact usually caused the deepest darkness.

  Ding Ning’s magnificent “Luminous Sun” was a decoy move.

  Mo Ying’s heart beat rapidly. As his blood channels expanded, for the first time, the threat of death forced out the potential in his body. At this moment, he sensed the faint shadow. The jade palace in his energy sea gave off a pure flow of vital energy that flowed out through his hands. He turned the tail of the spear like he was holding a spoon and smashed it towards this faint shadow.

  At this time, he heard a sound that should not appear.

  It was the sound of an enormous mountain moving through the air. This sound was the symbol of Mountain Moving Realm, the echo that would occur when an ocean of primal energies of the universe gathered through and collided as they fell.

  But other than him and Ding Ning, no other cultivator in the camp was moving. This was an amount of energy that only a realm seven could move. If not him, then who?

  This moment was very swift.

  Just as this thought appeared in his head, the tail of his spear hit the faint shadow hidden behind the light. But other than him and Ding Ning, no other cultivator in the camp was moving.

  “Cicada Slough!”


  The name of this sword move drowned out any other thought in Mo Ying’s mind. In the next moment, he felt his body sink, and then he instinctively looked towards the energy sea. There was a wave of energy charging out of his abdomen, shining with bloody red light. Then he heard a pop from his back, a cold essence pierced through his flesh and flew out of his back.

  The Demon Dragon Spear in his hand suddenly grew heavier than a mountain. With a bang, it landed on the ground in front of him, and created a gust of dust. Mo Ying was dazed. He felt that his body was empty.

  So the sword after the “Luminous Sun” was not the killer move, there was also a “Cicada Slough!”


  But not realm seven, so how could the last attack have the power of a realm seven?

  That last attack …… when the name appeared in his mind, he started to feel pain and coldness. He screamed. The scream was extremely strange, so much that he felt he was not the one shouting.

  Ding Ning stood with his hands behind his back. Because of the loss of blood and vital energy, Mo Ying’s flesh had sunken in. His face appeared very old, and his cheeks had sunken, looking like two shadows.

  Ding Ning felt pleasure. His gaze landed on the bright bold sword flying freely.

  “I have taken back Ba Mountain Sword Field’s things,” he slowly said.

  Volume 5 77 - Must Die

  The scene of him seeming to hold the star was extremely powerful. These three people who came from Jiaodong Commandery were not normal grand masters. They were people who even Zheng Xiu and the two ministers were wary of.

  From a certain point of view, even though they were working within certain rules, they attracted the wariness of these powers just like the Zhao Sword Furnace cultivators and Bai Shanshui back then. Purely in terms of cultivation, these three represented the greatest power of Jiaodong Commandery, and surpassed Bai Shanshui and Zhao Si before the Deer Mountain Conference. Zhao Husha was the strongest among the three. Even though Zheng Bainiao thought himself invincible in his realm, he definitely did not include Zheng Husha among them.

  In Zheng Bainiao’s view, Zheng Husha was not a cultivator in the same realm as him, even though Zheng Husha had not yet had a breakthrough and reached realm eight. Some people cultivated differently, and had different talents. As a result, their vital energy and the amount of it in their bodies were different from normal cultivators. Back then, Wang Jingmeng had been one of those, and now, Zheng Husha was one of them.

  Facing this arrow, with his cultivation, he could have chosen a simpler method that would use up less vital energy and did not harm him. But he needed to show his power. He needed all of Changling, especially the many cultivators coming with orders to kill him to see his power in these short moments. He did not want to be tangled up in battle with many cultivators of about the same cultivation as him. Ants could take down a beetle many times larger if there were enough of them. He had to choose the most arrogant method, so the cultivators who were not death warriors would withdraw from the battle.

  But this was not the best result he wanted to see. The best result he wanted was for the power hiding in the shadows who had planned this to see his power and give up on killing him.

  But this powerful archer came from Chu. The powers involved in this far surpassed his imagination.

  **

  The light of the golden ball in his hand quickly disappeared. At the end of his sight, far away on the street shrouded by fine rain, came the sound of footsteps. They were clear, so clear he could hear that it was only one person, but the sound caused all the buildings on the street to tremble.

  Zheng Husha opened his lips slightly. He frowned deeply.

  The trembling of the ground passed into his body from his feet. Each part of his flesh was trembling as well, and even his heart felt slightly uncomfortable. He needed to breathe slowly to release the tangible power this opponent gave him.

  At this time, the sky darkened again. The archer he was wary of shot again. This arrow carried a terrifying penetrating power. The arrow tip and the shaft both had special structures. The tip of the arrow spun at high speed, but the body of the arrow was extremely stable. Also, during the quick flight, the seal scripts on the shaft absorbed primal energies of the universe. Each time it went forwards in the air, it would cause an energy explosion. Each time there was an explosion, the arrow seemed to jump and disappear in the air before suddenly appearing.

  Zheng Husha took a deep breath. His left hand made a simple throwing motion. The metal ball he was holding exploded with a twisting waive of air in front of him and immediately disappeared.

  His display of power had not just been targeted at the person who set up this situation, but also at the archer: since I am a swordsman, without using my lifebond sword, I can capture your arrow with my hand. Naturally, I have the power to kill you regardless of distance.

  On the roof of a building very far from him, a thin and tall archer dressed in indigo robes held a deep blue bow, the bow string still vibrating quickly.

  When Zheng Husha just finished making the throwing motion, the metal ball appeared in front of him with a boom. At this moment, the metal ball seemed to freeze in the air, but the energy coming off the ball was a golden color, like a giant sunflower about to bloom.

  In the air facing the indigo-robed archer, the power coming off the metal ball formed a transparent sword energy accurately stabbing at his chest.

  The indigo-robed archer looked at the energy sword stabbing towards his chest, and his pupils contracted. But his expression did not change. His thin and tall body appeared extremely soft in this moment, and he bent like a willow branch.

  With a boom, the deep blue long bow in his hand flew away. A power that he could not resist fell on him, causing his body to fly out, hitting and destroying the building. He fell into a pile of broken walls and tiles.

  The indigo-robed archer’s body bounced like a bow string. He started to cough up blood in large mouthfuls, but he was still alive.

  At this moment, the clear footsteps on the street in front of Zheng Husha suddenly disappeared. A shadow seemed to jump down from the sky. The wild wind created an enormous empty hole in the air, and swept all the rain on the street into the distance. The arrow previously caused the light in the rain to seem dimmer. But with the arrival of this person, it was like the sky lost a covering, and quickly grew brighter.

  Zheng Husha looked up. He quickly saw the cultivator who came from afar and seemed to have jumped down from the sky.

  “Fourth Uncle?”


  His breathing suddenly stopped. He squeezed the words between his teeth like metal grinding together.

  This was an old person. So old his face was wrinkled, and he even had the black marks that represented that a cultivator was old. But the descending sword essence coming off the old person was as strong as a punishment from the heavens.

  “So it is one of our own……after all this, it is a rebellion from within the nest.”


  A hint of mockery appeared on Zheng Husha’s lips. He lifted his right hand, and gripped at air!

  A great boom!

  The sky turned golden yellow. A golden dragon horn appeared above Zheng Husha. The golden light swept upwards like a waterfall in reverse. The old man coming down from the sky was sent flying back, turning to a small figure in the air.

  “Dragon Horn Sword. You are really the strongest cultivator in Jiaodong Commandery,” in the quiet imperial palace, Zheng Xiu looked up at the patch of golden light, and said coldly with true admiration.

  As her voice sounded, in the highest parts of the world that Jiaodong Commandery cultivators could not sense, a pale star flashed, and a thin wisp of star fire fell down. A faint burst of primal energies of the universe formed, and flowed into the mud of the gully in the street.

  There was a flying sword lying silently in the mud of the street gully. This nameless flying sword came from the start of the situation, the unknown swordsman that Zheng Husha killed at the start. This sword that had sunk into the mud was very close to Zheng Husha at the moment.

  Just as Zheng Husha displayed the golden dragon horn and sent the old man flying into the air, this small thin sword flew up at unimaginable speed, falling into Zheng Husha’s back and coming through the front of his chest.

  Zzt!

  A wave of energy came out of Zheng Husha’s chest along with blood. Zheng Husha reacted. The dragon horn fell. With a clink, the thin and light sword was shattered in many pieces, but at the same time, Zheng Husha gave a small bitter smile, and his head hung down.

  Volume 2 77 - Fighting For One’s Life

  This chapter has been brought to you by me, and larkspur.

  "If you suspect me of cheating, then I will have to ask you which people in Min Mountain Sword Sect were privy to these arrangements. If it is me, I would not think that anyone in Min Mountain Sword Sect would help me cheat because they cannot gain any benefit from me. "

  Ding Ning turned around, gazing at the tents on the distant slopes, as he said in a calm tone, "I am just an ordinary White Goat Cave student."

  Jin Liuli looked at the dots of white in Ding Ning’s hair and became silent for a moment. Then she asked, "Why did you not pick a sword in the Sword Valley?"

  "This is a personal question," Ding Ning said, turning around.

  Jin Liuli said, "This is the last question I ask you. You can also take this as my personal question."

  "There are many reasons I did not choose the swords within." Ding Ning did not persist. Looking at the remnant sword by his waist, he continued. "For example, my own personal feelings. This sword was given to me by a teacher of my sect, and is very important to me. Also, the sword itself. You should know that I am not the strongest in vital energy among these students. If I want to win, I cannot just rely on vital energy and the sword itself. Even if I find an extraordinary sword, they can also find swords of extraordinary power. In terms of power, I have no advantage. If I want to win against them, I can only rely on the sword itself, so I need a sword that I am most familiar with."

  Upon hearing Ding Ning’s explanation, even the young man behind Jin Liuli was shocked. He was not just shocked at Ding Ning’s comprehension at such an age, but his confidence.

  "You want to win using your swordsmanship and sword essence." Jin Liuli nodded. The frost had faded from her expression to be replaced by a strange light.

  Ding Ning also nodded and said, "Being strong does not mean you know how to fight. This is a simple truth."

  "Your words are correct. I hope you will win in the end."

  Saying so, Jin Liuli turned around. Then, her body immediately disappeared into the mountain valley. Even though everyone knew this was because of the formation, they still felt it was unreal.

  It did not feel real for someone like her to appear in front of them. Her parting words, the most unreal.

  People like her did not have to lie. She said she hoped Ding Ning could win in the end. This meant that she truly admired Ding Ning.

  The young man brimming with sword essence smiled at Ding Ning and the others. He seemed to be apologizing for delaying them for a while. Then he disappeared without saying anything.

  Moments after he disappeared, Zhang Yi finally returned to his senses. He looked at Ding Ning, happy on his behalf, and said, "Junior Sect Brother, even Jin Liuli hopes that you can win. You are really amazing."

  Once he said that, he felt it was incorrect. He took a deep breath and said, "My junior sect brother is amazing to start with …… regardless of victory or not, this senior sect brother is proud of you."

  "This is not the time for feelings and pride. Let’s go, others are catching up." Ding Ning looked back and spoke without much emotion. Then he started to move forward.

  "It’s Ye Haoran, from Li Lingjun’s establishment."

  Looking at the white figure in sight, Nangong Caishu said seriously, "Maybe we should leave someone behind to see how he performed when he goes across that sword path."

  "There is not much use. That sword path will not be of real threat to the top twenty of the Book of Talents. It cannot compel them to show their true power." Ding Ning did not look back. "Watching is just a waste of time."

  When Jin Liuli passed through the Sword Valley to the other end, her foot gently stepped onto the yellow sand. However, this caused many swords in the valley to start trembling.

  Behind her, the young man suddenly frowned and said, "You have a fighting spirit. Do you feel that he will become your opponent?"

  "Intuition is hard to explain, especially as you know my intuition is usually correct. Just like An Baoshi. When I first saw him,he was just a child, but I still felt he would become my future opponent."

  She did not even look back as she said slowly, "This wineshop youth gives me the same feeling. But the precondition is he must survive. He does not have much time left."

  **

  "Was that person really Jin Liuli?"

  After walking for many steps with Ding Ning, Xie Changsheng still looked disbelieving and even joyful. "I saw Jin Liuli."

  Xie Rou usually was not pleased with him, and her expression immediately darkened. She said, "You are so great. Just now, you did not even dare to breath. What are you happy about now?"

  Xie Changsheng stilled and then said in indignation, "That is Jin Liuli!"

  "What is there to be happy about?" Xie Rou looked at him and said, "You are so happy just upon seeing her. Do you count as a man of the Xie Family?"

  Xie Changsheng grew angrier. "What else can I do, should I marry her!"

  Xie Rou did not even look at him and said, "I fear you do not even dare to think about it."

  If this was at any usual time, Xie Changsheng most likely would not argue with her. But today, Xie Changsheng seemed to have been poked at his sore point, and he said furiously, "What do not I dare to think about!"

  At such words, Xie Changsheng suddenly discovered the surroundings were silent. Even Ding Ning at the front had stopped.

  Everyone was looking at him with a strange expression, even Zhang Yi.

  "What are you doing!"

  Xie Changsheng suddenly flushed red and shouted.

  Zhang Yi was a gentleman, he found him rude. He looked at Xie Changsheng who was shouting at him and felt he should respond. So he hesitated and said awkwardly, "Marrying Jin Liuli …… you are to think about this. Xie Changsheng, you are amazing."

  Xie Changsheng’s expression froze.

  Shen Yi looked at him and did not dare to laugh out loud.

  Zhang Yi said sincerely, "A person has to set goals for themselves. The higher the goal, the greater the accomplishment."

  Xu Heshan and Nangong Caishu looked at Xie Changsheng with sympathy.

  Xie Changsheng stilled. He stopped speaking and followed behind Ding Ning with his head held low.

  Yet, after ten paces when everybody thought this matter had passed, Xie Changsheng suddenly lifted his head and said viciously, "No one made it law that man needs to have higher cultivation than the woman to marry her. So what if I have her as my goal?"

  "You are serious?" This time, even the stoic He Zhaoxi could not stop himself and said as he looked with shock.

  Xie Changsheng looked angrily at him as though he did not want to answer the question.

  He Zhaoxi was slightly awkward and said embarrassedly, "Then you have to like her, and cannot sulk ……"

  Xie Changsheng grew angrier. "You feel she is not good-looking enough and exceptional enough?"

  He Zhaoxi was speechless.

  And yet, this seemed extremely absurd.

  "If just setting her as my goal can make people look differently at me, why should I not do it?" Xie Changsheng recovered his usual attitude and snorted coldly.

  "Astounding."

  Zhang Yi once again praised successfully.

  As they talked, they moved based on the map on the third sword nucleus and reached a wall of this valley.

  There was a narrow path in the cliff wall. Through this narrow path, the land suddenly opened into a larger mountain valley.

  In front of them were numerous simple huts made from wood. They were similar to the huts that farmers built in the Changling suburbs to raise ducks and chickens. The aroma of food was wafting from these simple huts.

  Having not eaten for a day and night, this aroma was especially enticing. Even so, Ding Ning, Zhang Yi and the others looked beyond these simple huts.

  Behind the simple huts was a flat clearing. This clearing seemed to have been worn down by countless pairs of feet, so the mud was smooth and hard as though it was a layer of brick.

  There were some sword marks on the ground that divided this flat clearing into many areas, each of them about the same in size.

  "Do the students that reach here have to fight in the divisions made by the sword marks?" Nangong Caishu took a deep breath and said softly, "So outdated."

  "Very outdated, but very realistic."

  Ding Ning walked into one of the simple huts.

  The food in the hut was practical. On a still hot stove, the pot was filled with white rice. Two other metal pots had large pieces of braised meat and plain boiled green vegetables.

  Translator Ramblings: Xie Changsheng and Xie Rou are obviously siblings with how quick they are to set a cap to their partners.