Chapter 46: Two-Finger Sword Flick, Flashy and Useless

Chapter 46: Chapter 46: Two-Finger Sword Flick, Flashy and Useless

Before the Spirit Official Hall.

Chen Sha looked over at the sound of the voice. Following the old man’s words, several figures appeared on the stone path leading up the mountain, just outside the hall.

The man in the lead was an old man in a tattered cotton-padded jacket. He carried a cloth sack on his back and walked over with his hands tucked into his sleeves.

Following behind him were three young men and women, as well as a middle-aged servant.

"You must be the Jiangnan Sword Champion, Wuu Liusheng?"

Chen Sha stood his ground, a slight smile on his face as he watched the newcomers.

"Though you are advanced in years, your eyes hold a spirit sharper than any youth’s. You are truly worthy of being the successor to the Sword God."

Song Yu and the others also carefully sized up the approaching old man in the cotton jacket, their shock growing the longer they looked.

At this moment, there wasn’t a single Great Grandmaster on Dao Yi Mountain. Thus, when they looked at the old man, they felt his aura was as lofty as a great mountain—a mountain of swords. Staring for too long even made their eyes ache.

Clearly, the old man wasn’t just walking. With every step, he was accumulating the aura and sharp edge of a Swordsman. By the time he reached the Spirit Official Hall, his Sword Qi had already reached its absolute peak.

Wuu Liusheng’s party arrived before the Spirit Official Hall and stopped thirty feet away from Chen Sha and the people of Dao Yi Mountain.

"So, you must be the new Sect Leader of Dao Yi Mountain. The resemblance to Chen Canxuan in your features is about seventy percent. You are his son, indeed." The old man in the cotton jacket kept his hands in his sleeves, his eyes narrowing as he sized up Chen Sha.

For some reason, he couldn’t clearly perceive the fluctuations of Chen Sha’s True Qi. It was as if the young man had such subtle mastery over his power that not a single trace of it leaked out.

Wuu Liusheng thought to himself, ’This boy may be young and only has Grandmaster Cultivation, but his control over his power and aura is something few in this world possess. It’s no wonder he could defeat Li Jianzhou. However, his power is insufficient. He’s destined to bring shame upon his old father, so he can’t blame me for what’s about to happen.’

Behind Wuu Liusheng, the siblings Lin Qingqing and her brother, along with Qii Zhengyi, watched the young Sect Leader a short distance away with even greater curiosity.

His simple, oversized Daoist Robe could not conceal his extraordinary presence.

Lin Qingqing was quite surprised. ’So this is my future master? He’s so young and handsome. If I go out with him in the future, people won’t think he’s my master. They’ll probably think he’s my older brother.’

"Hmph!"

Wuu Liusheng noticed the change in the gaze of the girl he favored and let out a cold snort. He turned his attention back to Chen Sha and the Spirit Official Hall behind him.

"Young Sect Leader Chen, my master fought your father here all those years ago and lost. That is why the Great River Sword has hung in the hall behind you for twenty years. Now, both your father and my master have passed away, but we, their successors, remain. Today, I will fight you here to take back that sword that has hung for two decades. Do you dare to accept the challenge?"

When these words reached the ears of the people from Dao Yi Mountain, especially Song Yu and Yuu Miaolian, their expressions turned complicated and grim.

Although the old man was of advanced age, he was laying things out by the book and observing the proper etiquette.

Even though he was the foremost Sword Cultivator of the Southern Martial Arts world in the Zhao Country, was nearly sixty years old, and his power had reached the Great Grandmaster Realm, there was not the slightest hint of a senior bullying a junior in his challenge to Chen Sha.

The two of them were peers, of the same generation and status.

Even if he won, word would only spread that Wen Taibai’s disciple had bested Chen Canxuan’s son by a notch. No one would call the fight unfair.

Thus, "tormented" was hardly enough to describe what they were feeling.

Just as Song Yu was hesitating, wondering if he could take the place of his junior brother, the Sect Leader. Even if he lost, it wouldn’t tarnish Sect Leader Chen’s reputation.

’Even if the world curses me for my lack of skill and for shaming my own master,’ he thought, ’it would still be better than this...’

However, Chen Sha was already smiling as he spoke, "Since your master and my father fought their battle here, there is no need for us to choose another place. Let us add another Chapter to the duel of twenty years ago, right here."

As he spoke, he turned and gestured for the Elders of Dao Yi Mountain to retreat several dozen feet.

Then,

He stood alone before the Spirit Official Hall, one hand behind his back. He watched Wuu Liusheng and extended his right hand.

"Please."

Seeing the young Sect Leader was ready, Wuu Liusheng couldn’t help but say, "Say what you will, Chen Canxuan raised a fine son."

His expression calmed. He extended a hand from his sleeve, formed a two-fingered sword-seal, and gently guided something from the cloth sack on his back. The "Manhood" sword—one of the Six Swords in the Box belonging to the Sword God of yore, Chu Yankai—was drawn out by his two fingers, coming to a stand vertically a foot in front of him.

"However, the gap between our Cultivation is simply too vast. You are destined to lose face for Dao Yi Mountain today."

The moment the words fell, the Great Grandmaster’s aura around the old man in the cotton jacket erupted completely.

WHUUUMMM~~

The sword, drawn out by his two fingers, hummed and trembled before him...

"Controlling the Sword with Qi!"

Song Yu’s face fell at the sight.

From start to finish, Wuu Liusheng had not touched the sword at all. He had controlled it, making it fly out purely with his Sword Intent and True Qi.

Such a level of Swordsmanship was truly at the very limit of the Great Grandmaster Realm.

He couldn’t help but think of the Sword God Chu Yankai from all those years ago, who could control six swords with a single breath, sending them flying a thousand feet in an instant—a feat worthy of an Immortal.

Although Wuu Liusheng only had one sword now, he was still more than worthy of his title as a successor to the Sword God.

Lin Qingqing’s eyes brightened considerably.

Normally, if Wuu Liusheng were to pull off a move like this, he would have looked at her expectantly, asking if she wanted to learn it.

But at this moment, he didn’t even glance at her. His gaze was locked with Chen Sha’s, dozens of feet away. Nothing else needed to be said!

BZZZT~~

In an instant, an incredibly vast Sword Intent flooded the area for dozens of feet around.

The old man in the cotton jacket suddenly struck!

The "Manhood" sword, which had been hovering before him, gave a slight twitch, and its blade was already screaming toward Chen Sha!

WHOOSH! WHOOSH!

A seemingly tangible Sword Qi burst forth from the tip of the blade first. Before the sword itself even reached Chen Sha, he was already under the illusion of being enveloped by countless sword points!

What was even more terrifying was that even the Dao Yi Mountain Elders, who had retreated several dozen feet, felt goosebumps break out all over their bodies from this single strike.

The sword strike that Wuu Liusheng had just unleashed gave them one impression: let alone a Grandmaster, even a Great Grandmaster would pale in the face of this attack.

"Sect Leader!" Song Yu cried out, his face pale.

This one strike from Wuu Liusheng contained all the Sword Intent he had been accumulating since he set out from the Lin Family Castle in Jiangnan Prefecture. He had traveled twelve hundred li, and by the time he reached the Spirit Official Hall, his Sword Intent had built to its absolute peak.

Once the sword was unleashed, there could only be one outcome.

He had to take back the sword behind the Spirit Official Hall. It could not be allowed to hang there any longer, a subject of ridicule.

However, what happened in the next instant made everyone stare in disbelief.

As the sword reached Chen Sha, its razor-sharp Sword Qi should have torn his skin. Instead, when it was still a foot away from him, it seemed to hit an invisible Qi Wall and could not advance another inch!

CLANG!

The Sword Qi could not break through. The body of the sword followed, slicing through the air as it stabbed toward Chen Sha.

And yet, it was caught firmly between the young Sect Leader’s two fingers. He then spoke calmly:

"Controlling the Sword with Qi sounds impressive, but to fully unleash the power of such an Immortal-like Swordsmanship, you need the inexhaustible True Qi of a First-Grade Great Innate to support it. Although you possess the power of a Great Grandmaster and can command the sword, you are ultimately unable to bring out the true meaning of ’Controlling the Sword with Qi’. It is far less ferocious than wielding the sword in your own hand. Therefore, you should put away these flashy but insubstantial tricks."

VMMMM!!

The Manhood Sword, as if it had a spirit of its own, trembled frantically between the young Sect Leader’s fingers, trying to break free.

But...

Chen Sha merely held it with two fingers, forcibly guiding its tip in another direction. With a light flick, a "CLANG" rang out, and the sword shot back toward Wuu Liusheng with no less speed than its original attack.

The old man in the cotton jacket watched the "Manhood" sword fly back at him, sent by just a two-fingered flick, and was utterly horrified.