The Transmigrator's Cultivation

Chapter 148 - Arc 11: The Sects Grand Competition | Chapter 148: Visitor

Chapter 148 - Arc 11: The Sect's Grand Competition | Chapter 148: Visitor

Translator: Lynn

Upon the frigid peak, a dazzling golden sword light suddenly pierced the heavens, streaking toward the due west with a swift “swoosh.”

Simultaneously, a yellow talisman was abruptly launched, swiftly closing the gap between it and the sword light. The two collided in a fiery explosion, transforming into a brilliant mass of red flames.

A resounding “Boom—” reverberated through the air. The sword glow shattered into fragments, while the flames quickly dissipated.

Moments later, another sword light shot towards the southeast. Positioned nearby was a yellow talisman, but this time, it triggered a burst of purple lightning. The sword light disintegrated into a flurry of smoke in an instant.

Following this, two sword glows headed eastward, meeting two surges of water, and five sword glows moved northward, clashing with five streams of razor-sharp golden energy.

In the midst of this frenetic exchange, numerous talismans detonated, reducing the entire peak to a haze of gunpowder smoke. The sword lights, too, dispersed and intermingled, their trajectories, speeds, and directions becoming utterly unpredictable, sending shivers down one’s spine.

After half an hour of such intensity, the sword lights ceased to emerge from the void, and the talismans ceased their relentless barrage.

During this respite, the peak gradually grew quieter, but the sound of light panting could still be discerned.

A young man in azure robes sat there, clutching a yellow talisman between his fingers, while wiping away beads of sweat from his brow. Weakly, he held his knee, drenched in perspiration.

“Using talismans in combat really drains one’s energy...” After a short breather, he sighed, raising his gaze to the right. “Yun Shixiong, was there something wrong with what I just did?”

To his right, at a distance of about ten feet, a man in white attire rested on a boulder. Sword energy swirled around him, and a faint golden light flickered on his fingertips, remnants of the sword light he had previously released. Upon hearing the young man’s inquiry, he nodded gently.

“You’ve only been practicing for two days. It’s commendable that you managed to match the sword light with even two points of strength.”

These two were brothers, Xu Ziqing and Yun Lie, who were training together.

Xu Ziqing felt a tinge of disappointment upon hearing Yun Lie’s assessment of his efforts as only achieving two points of strength.

While he had managed to match his senior brother, even with Yun Lie suppressing his strength, the fact that the sword light could only contend with two points of strength left him somewhat disheartened.

Yet, his spirits rallied quickly. He knew his senior brother had always held high standards, and if he deemed his performance “pretty good,” then it couldn’t be all that bad. He resolved to stay positive, thinking that he hadn’t practiced for long, and with increased familiarity, his skills would surely improve.

With renewed determination, Xu Ziqing began a cross-legged meditation to replenish his true essence. Then, he summoned an ancient book with a wave of his hand.

This ancient book had a dark appearance, as if crafted from the timber of a very ancient tree, giving it a somewhat primitive air. Simultaneously, it possessed the weight of a metallic object, feeling quite heavy and emitting a resonant golden sound when touched.

This was the newly acquired “Fuwen Tongfa.”

As they waited, the scent of something peculiar drifted in the air. Gradually, a figure came into view, approaching Xiaolu Peak.

Curiosity piqued, Xu Ziqing turned his attention toward the approaching figure, eagerly anticipating the appearance of this Taoist named Luo.

After Yan Shuang escorted the newcomer, he quickly withdrew.

Standing there, Luo Yao glanced at Xu Ziqing from a distance and called out, “Disciple Luo Yao requests an audience with the master of Xiaolu Peak and fellow Taoist Xu Ziqing!”

His voice possessed a clear and melodious quality, akin to the sweet song of a young phoenix. It’s often said that one’s character is reflected in their voice, and even before Xu Ziqing saw Luo Yao’s appearance, his voice had already left a positive impression.

Yun Lie remained silent, apparently delegating the matter to Xu Ziqing for handling.

Xu Ziqing reciprocated, raising his voice to respond, “Fellow Daoist Luo, please come for a discussion.” His voice was soft, even when speaking loudly, it remained soothing, akin to a gentle spring breeze in casual conversation.

Upon hearing Xu Ziqing’s voice, Luo Yao on the other side appeared momentarily startled, then he quickened his pace and approached the peak.

At this moment, he had a clear view of the peak before him.

Everywhere he looked, sword aura filled the air, and each step sent a chilling sensation coursing through Luo Yao’s body. It was an intense cold that seemed to seep into his very core, as if every inch of his skin was being torn apart by the sharp, icy sword energy. Under this extreme cold, a profound shock gripped him, causing his heart to race and his pupils to involuntarily shrink.

Luo Yao recognized that this overwhelming feeling stemmed from the peak’s aura, an aura so terrifying that the pervasive killing intent threatened to pierce through his flesh and penetrate the depths of his blood. It seemed intent on shattering his Dao heart and infiltrating his limbs and bones, as if it sought to transform him into a mindless killer.

As he set foot on the summit of Xiaolu Peak, he became instantly affected by the dominating ambiance.

In an effort to regain his composure, Luo Yao took several deep breaths. Gradually, he managed to subdue the unsettling sensations that had gripped him.

His gaze then shifted towards the source of this chilling atmosphere—the man responsible for the aura. This man exuded an ice-cold presence from head to toe. He appeared devoid of emotion as if all feelings had been frozen within him, inducing a sense of fear in anyone who gazed upon him.

He left the impression of a sharp sword, encased in unrelenting killing intent. Though sheathed, the sheer weight of this intent couldn’t be ignored, producing an eerie, trembling sensation. However, Luo Yao understood that the voice he had heard earlier did not come from this man’s mouth. Thus, he turned his attention to the left.

On this peak, in addition to the man exuding a sword-like coldness, there was another young man present.

This young man donned verdant attire, possessed striking good looks, and had gentle, welcoming eyes. Seated cross-legged on the ground, he gazed towards Luo Yao with a curious expression and a friendly smile on his lips.

His aura radiated a profound tranquility, coupled with a vibrant warmth, a stark contrast to the man’s icy presence. Yet, the very fact that he was here seemed to breathe life into the deathly, ice-cloaked peak.

Prior to his arrival, Luo Yao had gathered some information about the peak’s master, learning that he was a peerless genius currently ranked fifth on the Tianlong Ranking. He was known as an exceptional Jindanzhen and a practitioner of ruthless killing swordsmanship.

Hence, the young man before him must be Xu Ziqing, the rumored direct disciple destined to assist in his journey to the Golden Core Stage.

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