Chapter 141: The Blazing Sun Sword
Just as she took a few steps forward, a flash of white light tore through the air, carrying a destructive aura. Quincy didn't move, only squinted and looked up.
The white light wasn't aimed at her—more like a warning shot. It struck an exposed rock in the riverbed. The rock melted like snow under sunlight. Everyone watching was secretly horrified. If that light had hit a person, they'd share the same fate as that rock.
Impressive. Leo initially found the white light blinding and activated his Mystical Sight Technique. When it dimmed slightly, he saw within it a transparent sword, several meters long.
"The Blazing Sun Sword!" someone gasped.
Blazing Sun Sword? Leo had spent time in the Scripture Depository Hall but had never heard of such a weapon.
"The Blazing Sun Sword is an extremely powerful magic artifact," Vera said, her expression grave. "Refined by the Ancient Sword Sect using their inherited secret arts. I've heard only a cultivator with the Pure Yang Sword Body can wield it. It lets them exponentially amplify the artifact's power."
"Double the power of an ordinary magic artifact? So his strength rivals two core disciples?" Leo asked, squinting.
If so, he might very well lose if he had to face the sword's master. The Pure Yang Sword Body—not only did it grant exceptional sword comprehension, but the cultivator's Fire Spirit Root value also reached an astonishing ninety points or higher. Such cultivators faced almost no bottlenecks all the way to the Golden Core stage. Among mortal cultivators, they were a one-in-ten-thousand, heaven-defying existence.
"Not exactly double," Vera said with a bitter smile. "An ordinary magic artifact can't contend with the Blazing Sun Sword for long—it would be destroyed. And a Pure Yang Sword Body cultivator using the sword consumes far less spiritual energy than we would. Truly worthy of the Ancient Sword Sect, the number one sect in the Moonwatch cultivation world, to have such a gifted disciple."
Leo's breath caught. So even two core disciples might not hold out long against him. At this moment, Vera showed her worth. Leo had plenty of tricks, but when it came to knowledge of rising experts and the latest movements among the various sects, he couldn't match her.
He couldn't help but smile bitterly. Among all the cultivators in the Bloody Battlefield, the strength he had shown was only a fraction of what he truly possessed. And yet, even that hidden reserve was already beyond what most could reach.
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He had six attack artifacts alone, plus one defensive artifact, a fourth-grade defensive talisman, and two small green orbs that could contaminate magic artifacts. Ten drops of Cold Marrow Dew to restore half his spiritual power in an instant. His leopard was nothing special in the Bloody Battlefield, but he still had a Blood Demon Talisman tucked away — enough to multiply the beast's strength several times over, making it a match for any ordinary core disciple.
After acquiring the storage pouches of four elite disciples—Sylas, two core disciples from Star Palace, and Wood of the Ice Profound Sect— along with those of many ordinary cultivators, the number of mid-grade spirit stones inside his boundary space had reached an astonishing seven hundred, and low-grade spirit stones close to one hundred thousand. Besides these, he also had a large quantity of various healing pills he'd refined and a vast collection of gathered herbs.
Yet after hearing Vera's words, even if he revealed all his hidden cards, he might not be a match for the Blazing Sun Sword's master.
There was always someone stronger. In a world full of cultivators, a few freakish talents were bound to exist. He sighed quietly. He had heard about the Ancient Sword Sect's Moonlight Sword Body disciple — probably no weaker than this Pure Yang Sword Body. No wonder the Ancient Sword Sect sat at the top of the Moonwatch cultivation world. Their foundation was something else.
Disheartening to compare oneself to others. He'd risked his life for so long, endured countless fierce battles, schemed carefully—yet others could surpass years of his hard work with just two words: natural aptitude.
Even Quincy, usually so arrogant, retracted her pride upon seeing the Blazing Sun Sword. Her expression faltered. She stopped in her tracks.
Just then, a young man with sword-like eyebrows, slightly short, perhaps only twelve or thirteen years old, dressed in white, arrived on a spirit eagle. As it descended, the youth jumped off. The Blazing Sun Sword, stuck diagonally in the ground, trembled as if sensing something. With a flash of white light, the sword returned to his hand.
"This junior sister is quite lovely. But right now, my fellow disciples of the Ancient Sword Sect are in a great battle with the Demonic Sun Sect disciples. It wouldn't be appropriate for you to intrude so rashly into the vicinity," the sword-browed youth said.
Though he was even shorter than Quincy and likely the youngest person present, his tone was old and wise, as if he looked down upon everyone there. And indeed, he had the right to be arrogant.
"Senior Brother Ethan! You've finally come! Excellent! Now the Youth Preservation Fruits are as good as ours!" the Ancient Sword Sect disciples exclaimed, overjoyed.
The disciples of the Demonic Sun Sect and the Supreme Clarity Sect looked ashen. The previously balanced situation now tilted completely in favor of the Ancient Sword Sect.
A strange expression crossed Leo's face. This boy, who carried himself with such an old, world-weary air, was only at the tenth layer of Qi Refining. But to have reached that level at only twelve or thirteen already put most cultivators present to shame. Coupled with his monstrous talent and his extremely powerful Blazing Sun Sword, it was indeed appropriate for him to address Quincy as "junior sister." The cultivation world had always respected strength, and no one found it particularly strange.
"Senior Brother Ethan jests," Quincy said, feeling awkward. "As the saying goes, the treasures of this world belong to those with the strength to claim them. The Palace may only be a mid-tier sect, but here and now, we have just as much right to a share. We cultivators of the Palace will take our portion of these Youth Preservation Fruits."
Quincy felt a wave of irritation. Back in the Palace, she was used to getting her way. Now some kid four or five years younger was lecturing her like an adult. She exchanged a glance with Vera and Leo. When Leo gave a slight nod, her heart lifted. Ever since they had fallen into this strange place, the three of them had been operating as a team — and more often than not, Leo called the shots. Vera trusted him completely. If Leo decided something, Vera wouldn't object. The three of them moved together. No matter how powerful the Blazing Sun Sword was, could it really take on all three of them at once?