Chapter 244 : Sword Pressures a First Grade
Chapter 244: Sword Pressures a First Grade
“What?”
Everyone present was utterly shocked. Did this mean that Elder Jin was already dead?
Then who was the one speaking just now?
“Not good!”
Suddenly, Zhou Weihua cried out, “That power is devouring the Vital Energy in my body!”
“I’m the same, my Vital Energy can’t be used anymore…”
“Damn it, we’ve been tricked…”
“Jin Yutang, we have no enmity with you, why would you scheme against us?”
“……”
Exclamations and curses resounded all around.
Clearly, apart from Chen Ming and Yu Haitang, everyone else had fallen for the trap. They sat cross-legged, struggling to suppress the foreign power inside their bodies, no longer able to fight.
“So the trap was here.”
Chen Ming felt a sense of solid certainty, like the second shoe finally dropping.
He had to admit, the mastermind behind this was indeed insidious, actually manipulating the dissipated power of a Divine Repository Realm expert after death.
The remnant power of such an expert would indeed devour a martial artist’s Vital Energy.
Those unaware would easily be caught in the trap.
But what Chen Ming couldn’t figure out was—why would Jin Yutang concoct such a plot? None of those present belonged to the Six Great Powers. Even if they all died here, the Six Great Powers wouldn’t suffer the slightest loss.
Instead, it would give the Six Great Powers a reason to wipe Jin Yutang out and divide it among themselves.
What was the meaning of doing this?
After a moment, a voice rang out: “As expected of the Yu Family’s legitimate daughter, you truly know much.”
This time, the speaker no longer disguised himself—it was the voice of a young man.
With a splash, a black figure shot out from the pool and landed on the shore. Sword brows and starry eyes, a handsome young man indeed. Only his eyes carried a scarlet gleam.
Chen Ming instantly understood, and said gravely, “Blood Demon Grand Art? Who exactly are you?”
The youth glanced at him in slight surprise and smiled. “Young lady, such keen insight. You could tell at a glance that I cultivate the Blood Demon Grand Art.”
“Allow me to introduce myself. I am Jin Yu, his only direct grandson. This entire setup was laid by me, and its purpose, naturally, is to refine you all into Human Pills, to serve as nourishment for my cultivation. Who told you to be so greedy, desiring my grandfather’s legacy and even planning to swallow up Jin Yutang? Dream on.”
At this, Zhou Weihua and the others turned pale as death. To be refined into Human Pills by someone from the Blood Demon Sect was the most terrifying way to die.
“Miss Yu, Miss Yuan, everything depends on you now.”
“You must save us—once we’re out, we will surely reward you greatly…”
“……”
Yu Haitang ignored them and spoke coolly, “Refining these people into Human Pills to break through is only your first step. I suspect you also intend to refine your grandfather’s corpse, to break through into the Divine Repository Realm.”
Clap, clap, clap…
Jin Yu applauded, his face full of admiration. “One who truly understands me, Miss Yu indeed.”
As he spoke, his expression shifted, and his smile grew even brighter. “I’m waiting for someone. I wonder—who are the two of you waiting for?”
Suddenly, the sound of air tearing rang out, as three figures flew in from the passage behind.
All three had scarlet eyes, clearly members of the Blood Demon Sect.
Chen Ming saw one of them and nearly lost his composure—why was he everywhere?
Among the three, there was his old acquaintance, Deng Ziyang. At this moment, his aura was vastly different from before—he had already broken through to Third Grade.
However, he still followed behind the other two black-clad men, still appearing as their lackey.
Though he possessed the Blood God Bead, he wasn’t as ruthless and vicious as the other disciples of the Blood Demon Sect. Naturally, his cultivation progress couldn’t compare.
Chen Ming felt somewhat relieved seeing this old acquaintance safe and sound.
Truthfully, he had worried back in the Fire Element Space that Deng Ziyang would be killed by the people of those powers.
The leading black-clad man looked at the two young women before him, his eyes lighting up. “Two peerless beauties, each as radiant as spring orchids and autumn chrysanthemums, each excelling in her own way. These two will be left to me.”
As he spoke, an unimaginably terrifying aura erupted from him.
“He’s actually a First Grade!”
Tian Qidong’s face was filled with despair. He was supremely talented, the future hope of the Tian Family. He wanted to step into First Grade within ten years, even reach the Divine Repository Realm. He didn’t want to die—not to mention be refined into a Human Pill.
“Jin Yu, may you die a horrible death!”
“I don’t want to die…”
“……”
Before death, these young martial geniuses were all filled with unwillingness, despair, hatred…
“Noisy!”
Yu Haitang gave a cold snort and was about to act.
“Miss Yu, wait.”
Suddenly, the black-clad young woman beside her spoke. “Leave this one to me. You stand guard for me instead.”
Oh?
Yu Haitang grew interested, curious to see what astonishing methods she had, to have the confidence to face a First Grade expert. She replied, “Very well.”
She then retreated to the side, sweeping her gaze over the other three, her eyes lingering a moment longer on Deng Ziyang.
……
The black-clad man also grew intrigued. “For a young lady to have such confidence—this seat truly wishes to see what methods you have, to believe yourself capable of exchanging blows with me?”
“A mere First Grade dares arrogantly call himself ‘this seat’?”
Chen Ming found it somewhat amusing. If he remembered correctly, the Blood Demon Sect already had a Divine Repository Realm expert. Then he turned to Jin Yu and said, “Didn’t you just ask what I was waiting for? Look—”
He stretched out his hand, and the sword thrust into the pool suddenly trembled, transforming into a streak of flowing light that flew into his grasp.
Jin Yu’s smile froze, his pupils constricting. “This—how… is it possible?”
That was his grandfather’s personal sword, the Peerless Divine Weapon “Taiyue Sword.”
Divine weapons had spirit. After his grandfather’s death, the sword had refused to recognize him as its master—especially after he cultivated the Blood Demon Grand Art, it wouldn’t even let him near, or it would issue a warning.
He had intended to wait until he devoured his grandfather’s cultivation and broke into the Divine Repository Realm before subduing this divine weapon.
But now, the “Taiyue Sword” had chosen a master on its own. How could he not be shocked?
Not only him, but the black-clad man also looked astonished. The relaxed look on his face vanished, replaced by a touch of solemnity.
“Hm?”
Yu Haitang was equally surprised. She hadn’t expected that this young woman actually had the means to make a divine weapon choose its master on its own. Truly extraordinary.
Could it be that her cultivation art was extremely compatible with the “Taiyue Sword”?
Normally, a Peerless Divine Weapon would rarely choose a master below the Divine Repository Realm, since anyone under that realm couldn’t unleash its full power.
If true danger arose, it would even consume the weapon’s own essence.
Only with a special constitution, coupled with cultivation of a kindred art, could such a thing possibly happen.
Yu Haitang found this woman more and more mysterious.
……
Just now, Chen Ming had seized the chance while they spoke, using the ninth layer of the Controlling Artifact Art to connect across space with the divine weapon in the pool.
At last, the weapon’s spirit couldn’t resist the allure of the ninth layer of the Nurturing Artifact Art and willingly flew into his embrace.
Only in the hands of a master could a divine weapon unleash its full power.
Sensing that this person was of great benefit to itself, the weapon spirit made its choice—even though it couldn’t understand what exactly drew it, it knew enough to reject the power in his grandfather’s bloodline that repelled it by instinct.
Chen Ming slowly drew out the sword, feeling the incomparably heavy power within its spirit, his heart full of joy.
At last—it was his!
The ornate scabbard bore the two ancient seal characters “Taiyue.” That must indeed be the sword’s name.
The Taiyue Sword—truly domineering.
Full of vigor, he declared, “Today, I’ll test the edge of the Taiyue Sword on you all.”
“Arrogant.”
The black-clad man sneered. “You, a mere Second Grade, think that by wielding a Peerless Divine Weapon you can contend against this seat? You truly underestimate—”
Swish!
Before he finished, the black-clad young woman vanished.
Not good!
He only felt a streak of sword light flash before his eyes, less than a foot above his head, as if it had appeared out of nowhere.
That terrifying sharpness instantly cut through his protective Vital Energy.
What movement technique was this?
The black-clad man was horrified, his Vital Energy exploding outward in defense.
Everyone present felt a horrifying force sweep across them, their faces paling as they retreated in alarm.
The young geniuses by the pool, unable to move, could only take the blow head-on—vomiting blood on the spot.
Inwardly, they cursed. Wasn’t it said that a First Grade expert could perfectly control their Vital Energy, never wasting strength? Why then was there such a terrifying aftershock from this battle?
……
“This movement technique—”
Yu Haitang’s expression grew grave. This woman’s movement technique was terrifying indeed. Combined with a Peerless Divine Weapon capable of easily cutting through protective Vital Energy, with only one strike, she had forced that First Grade of the Blood Demon Sect into a reckless, indiscriminate counterattack.
Had he reacted any slower, he would have died instantly.
Such a movement technique—never had she even heard of it.
Yet… it felt strangely familiar.
Whoosh!
The black-clad woman’s figure flashed again, appearing behind the First Grade Blood Demon Sect member, and slashed down with her sword.
This time, the First Grade expert was prepared, no longer so disheveled. He raised his palm and blasted out Vital Energy, shattering a portion of the cavern ceiling, sending rocks tumbling down.
But naturally, the strike hit nothing.
The black-clad woman appeared on the other side once more, stabbing out with her sword again.
The scene before them was utterly absurd—a Second Grade pressing down a First Grade, leaving him almost no chance to fight back, only to defend.
Even the severely injured Third Grades were all dumbfounded.
Had they not seen it with their own eyes, they would never have believed it.
A Second Grade battling a First Grade—yet holding absolute dominance.
Even wielding a Peerless Divine Weapon, it was utterly inconceivable.
The other three members of the Blood Demon Sect were utterly stunned.
Jin Yu, Deng Ziyang, and that nameless Second Grade all wore blank, disbelieving expressions.