Chapter 212: Chapter 213: The Sect Leader’s Son

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Flying Sword Sect?

So it turned out that the elder from Miao Mountain Sword Sect was a master of the Flying Sword Faction, and those black-robed oddities were no ordinary foes, capable of slaughtering even the carefully trained royal guards at will, but they stood no chance against Bai Qin’an, the Swordswoman from Miao Mountain Sword Sect, with her swordsmanship, barely able to defend themselves.

Flying Sword Sparkle!

When launched, it was fierce and piercing, like lightning in the night sky, filled with a lethal intent!

When pausing to adjust the position, it became one with the night, with no trace of the flying sword itself visible, as if it were gathering strength for the next rupture through the night.

As Zhu Minglang watched the senior of Miao Mountain Sword Sect, Bai Qin’an, make her move, he paid close attention, thinking that if he possessed a sword cultivator’s cultivation level, he should be able to imitate her sword charm.

“Sword Spirit Dragon, have you learned it?” Zhu Minglang asked.

The Sword Spirit Dragon swayed its tail, eager to give it a try.

Zhu Minglang turned his head to see a group of undead still relentlessly advancing towards him.

Perfect!

“Flying Sword, Sparkle!”

Imitating as best as he could, Zhu Minglang was not very familiar with the Flying Sword Faction, so he had to start by mimicking all their moves and sword techniques.

Earlier, Bai Qin’an had used her hand as a guide to launch her sword from the void, seemingly effortless and agile despite the hundreds of meters distance, killing with the flying sword. Zhu Minglang and the Sword Spirit Dragon were also in the process of cultivating tacit understanding, learning and practicing on the fly, and would eventually be invincible!

“Swoosh!!!!”

Following Zhu Minglang’s motion, the Sword Spirit Dragon slashed horizontally, the sword power strong enough to tear a hundred-meter-long crack in the thick stele wall, instantly crushing three of the undead to death, but it seemed quite different from the swift lightning-like Flying Sword Sparkle!

“Boom!!!!”

Another lift and sweep, the sweeping force comparable to a massive wave, sent the undead flying one after another, crashing behind the stele wall.

The next sword strike was like a fierce dragon crossing the river, the immense Sword Qi blasting a dozen or so undead on the stele wall into the air, one after another hitting the steles and spitting blood in a daze!

Bai Qin’an from Miao Mountain Sword Sect was taken aback as she watched from the sideline.

This was not the Flying Sword Sparkle!

It felt more like a warrior with innate divine strength wielding a big sword, smashing and hacking haphazardly, and although those undead were neatly dealt with, it had nothing to do with the Flying Sword Sparkle!

When others imitate, those with high aptitude can capture some of the spirit, and those with less talent can, at least, manage a bit of the form.

Zhu Minglang’s Flying Sword… had become a style of its own!

How could he shout so loudly, Bai Qin’an almost thought Zhu Minglang was truly a divine talent, not only skilled in the Fighting Sword Faction but also highly accomplished in the Flying Sword Faction!

“This is a waste of strength. Sword Sparkle requires a ‘sink’ and a ‘sparkle,'” said Bai Qin’an, the Swordswoman from Miao Mountain Sword Sect’s Flying Sword Faction, who could not stand it any longer and finally offered some advice to Zhu Minglang, despite her usually sparing use of words.

Zhu Minglang was also embarrassed.

His eyes understood, and his heart grasped the concept, but his hands were somewhat clumsy, not quite up to the task. Moreover, the Sword Spirit Dragon’s attacks were always wild and forceful, relying on its cultivation base and innate sword spirit talent, lacking any structured attack…

“First ‘sink’ and ‘submerge’!” At this moment, the Swordswoman Bai Qin’an personally demonstrated. Her two fingers came together, controlling the sword with her fingertips, guiding it with her heart, and the white longsword suddenly vanished into the night!

“Sink, submerge,” Zhu Minglang took the hint, and his soul resonated with the Sword Spirit Dragon’s soul, feeling the connection. Once he calmed his heart, the Sword Spirit Dragon, too, could feel its master’s state of mind.

Considering this hazy night as a deep pool or calm sea, he retracted all sharpness, slowly sinking into it…

The crimson Sword Spirit, in a moment of still air and focused spirit, attempted to sneak into the night.

Despite its faint outline, the sharp Sword Patterns and Sword Glow on the Sword Spirit Dragon’s body were slowly dissipating, like a drop of water falling into a lake, like a shadow blending into the Night Governor!

“Strike with the sword like red lightning of the night sky, without warning, shattering all things!” Swordswoman Bai Qin’an spoke again.

As she spoke these words, the snow-white sword suddenly burst into a sharp radiance, illuminating the furnace pool as brightly as the sun in broad daylight. This time, she exhibited a realm of Flying Sword Sparkle that was several levels higher than before, and the target of this gleaming sword flash was the arrogant Eyeless Evil Dragon!!

“Swish!!!!”

The white glow blazed fiercely. It was just a streak of sword light, but it tore through the night, its momentum piercing through the Evil Dragon as if it were a fortress!

One of the Evil Dragon’s main bodies was directly severed, blood spraying out like rain to water the ground.

The Eyeless Evil Dragon let out a piercing scream, and just as it was about to lash out with all its claws to attack Swordswoman Bai Qin’an, a dark red lightning bolt shot through the air. While it was far less brilliant than the previous white sword light, its aggression and killing intent were no less fierce!

Sword Flash!

Red lightning streaked across, and those ferocious claws dropped one by one, turning into countless blood sacs that were sliced open and quickly shriveled up, leaving a pool of thick blood behind!

The Eyeless Evil Dragon had many claws. Another large batch of Leech Dragon claws flew towards them, but the Sword Spirit Dragon had submerged into the slowly dimming night after delivering that strike. It wasn’t until a new batch of claws flew towards Zhu Minglang and Swordswoman Bai Qin’an that the red lightning once again tore through the darkness, precisely chopping off those claws once more!!

Bai Qin’an lifted the veil with her hand and took a glance at Zhu Minglang.

Zhu Minglang also caught sight of the swordswoman’s appearance, which was younger than he had imagined – she looked to be just over thirty, with cheeks whiter than snow. Although her features were not exquisite, she gave off a beautiful and generous aura.

Bai Qin’an slowly lowered her hand, letting the veil fall back into place over her face.

The exceptional talent of Sect Leader Meng seemed perfectly reflected in him.

Very few within the Miao Mountain Sword Sect could grasp the essence of the Flying Sword Technique on both sides.

As the son of the Sect Leader, it was undeniable that Zhu Minglang was a rare sword cultivation prodigy, one not seen in a thousand years.

“Thank you for the guidance, senior,” Zhu Minglang said with a smile, maintaining the proper humility and respect.

“In the Flying Sword Faction, the most outstanding in our Sect Forest is Wen Lingfei. When you reach the Miao Mountain Sword Sect, you can seek her advice,” Bai Qin’an suggested.

Zhu Minglang scratched his head.

Wen Lingfei, he would never forget that woman in his lifetime!

Since he left the mountain, Zhu Minglang hadn’t been defeated except for a major setback at the Miao Mountain Sword Sect, and that person was Wen Mengru’s sister, Wen Lingfei.

At that time, her cultivation base was unfathomable, and her Sword Territory was exceptional.

So many years had passed now, and who knew what level of monster she had become.

“Senior, the Eyeless Evil Dragon is powerful. We should work together to eliminate it, to prevent further disaster,” Zhu Minglang said.

“Hmm,” Bai Qin’an nodded.

Such an evil beast must not be allowed to escape no matter what!

“Bai Qi!” Zhu Minglang opened the Spirit Realm and called out the Middle-level Monarch Level Ice Morning White Dragon.

As the Ice Morning White Dragon appeared, all that thick blood was frozen into stiff lumps. The holy snow-white White Dragon soared above Monument City, hovering in the air and confronting the sinister Leech Dragon!