Hello, my friends! Sorry for my late update. I've been so busy lately, and I decided to combine two chapters into one to apologize to you guys.
The next chapter will be the final chapter of the first volume of this story. I hope I did a good job so far.
Before I start with volume 2 of this story, I plan on reviewing volume 1 completely. I know if I don't do it now, I will be too lazy to do it in the future, so I ask you guys to be patient with me.
I am eagerly anticipating the start of volume 2 and the meeting between Ye Feng and Jian Chen, as I have exciting plans in store. Don't inquire about the details, as they will all become clear in due time.
Thank you for supporting me and this story.
I'd like to thank everyone who gave me a review of this story. I am truly delighted that you found this story enjoyable, but it's important to note that I am not as talented as other writers who write incredible stories.
When I write a chapter, I need to plan it, review the plot I created, and check my grammar because English is my second language. However, I promise to do my best.
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In the Asura Sword Spirit World
Ye Feng suddenly appeared in the Asura Sword Spirit World. Ye Feng looked around the familiar world. He quickly grabbed the sword hilt next to him and pulled it from the ground.
The sword looked like a rusty one that could break at any time, but Ye Feng noticed it was as sharp and sturdy as his saint weapon, the blood dragon fang. Ye Feng gave a small smile; he was very satisfied with the sword.
"TAP, TAP, TAP." Ye Feng heard the sound of footsteps walking closer to him. When he turned his head, he saw the same black-robed figure he defeated last time he entered the Asura Sword Spirit World. He tightened his grasp on the sword he was holding and thought to himself, "I need to finish this quickly; I can't waste my time here."
Ye Feng focuses his saint force on the sword's blade. A bright blue cloud coated the sword's blade, and then Ye Feng murmured, "Wrathful sword art: wrathful flying slash."
Ye Feng swung his sword vertically into the air. A cyan flying slash flew at the black-robed figure with incredible ferocity: "SWISH."
The black-robed figure swung his sword at the flying slash that was flying towards him, "SSSCCCHHHNNNN." The black-robed figure's sword clashed against the flying slash, and the black-robed figure was trying to overcome the flying sword slash with sheer, pure strength.
The black-robed figure couldn't overcome the flying slash, and his sword flew in the air from the black-robed figure's grasp, and the Cyan flying slash chopped off the black figure's right arm, "SQUASH."
Ye Feng's flying slash chopped off the black-robed figure's arm, causing it to fly in the air, and he started bleeding profusely from his wound.
Ye Feng's eyes brightened when he saw his flying slash chop off the black-robed arm. He quickly used the free-step martial skill "SWISH" and disappeared from his spot. He then appeared next to the black-robed figure like a phantom.
Ye Feng then swung his sword horizontally at the black-robed figure's neck, "SQUASH," severing the black-robed head from his neck.
The head of the black-robed figure, along with his body, fell to the ground in slow motion. Subsequently, the black-robed figure's body transformed into a bright white light, then into a bright white sphere, just like last time Ye Feng was in the Asura Sword Spirit World. The sphere shot towards his forehead.
After the bright white sphere entered his forehead, Ye Feng closed his eyes. A few moments later, he opened his eyes and frowned. He then said loudly to himself, "I need more energy to breakthrough into the late Great Saint Master realm."
Ye Feng looked straight into the distance after absorbing the bright white sphere, and he was thinking about his next course of action: "The last time I was here, I walked in this direction. When I tried to cross that running river, I was attacked, and I fell in the river."
"I might encounter the one who stopped me from crossing the running river, and if I am able to defeat it, I might be able to breakthrough in my cultivation."
After making up his mind, Ye Feng started walking towards the blood-running river.
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With Fu
When Fu arrived at the 5th level of the pagoda, he was stunned when he saw the huge puppet in front of him. The puppet was the same size as the puppet against which Ye Feng is currently fighting. The only difference between the two puppets is that this one wields a heavy staff.
"Holy sh*t, man, what are they feeding you in this pagoda? You are so huge," Fu said loudly to the puppet. The puppet charged at Fu with incredible speed, and it swung its heavy staff with incredible force at Fu.
Fu's eyes widened as he instinctively raised his saint weapon to block the staff's strike from the huge puppet "BANG."
Fu was sent flying after he blocked the heavy staff strike from the puppet "BAAM." His back collided with the wall, causing him to spit blood arrows out of his mouth. "SPUR." He then cursed the puppet. "Damn you, that really hurt, you stupid puppet," Fu muttered to himself.
The puppet charged at Fu again and swung its heavy staff at his head.
Fu widened his eyes when he saw this and rolled on the ground to dodge the strike from the puppet's heavy staff. "BANG."
The puppet's heavy staff collided with the wall; it got stuck in the wall. When Fu saw this, his eyes brightened up, and he used this opportunity to swing his saint weapon at the puppet's neck to chop off his head.
Fu swung his saint weapon at the puppet's neck. "CLANK." Fu's eyes widened in shock when he saw his saint weapon didn't even leave a scratch on the puppet's neck.
The puppet removed its heavy staff from the wall, then twirled its staff in its hand and smacked Fu in the chest with its staff with incredible force.
"BANG, CRACK!" The puppet's strike sent Fu flying into the wall once more. "BANG, SPUR," he spit blood arrows out of his mouth, driven by the force of the puppet's strike.
"If this continues, I will die." My saint weapon can't scratch this puppet at all. I have no choice. I need to use the martial skill that teacher taught me," Fu thought to himself.
Flashback
The headmaster of the Azure Dragon Academy told Fu, "Fu, I am going to teach you a martial skill that my teacher invented."
Fu widens his eyes when he hears this. He gave the headmaster a wide grin and said to him, "Really, teacher, you will teach me a martial skill."
The headmaster smirked upon seeing Fu's reaction and nodded in his direction. "Yes, I will teach you a martial skill, so pay close attention to everything I say. This martial skill, if used correctly, will be your trump card in the future. However, if used incorrectly, it could be your downfall. In my opinion, this martial skill is the most suitable for you due to your innate strength constitution."
Fu widened his eyes and nodded his head seriously at the headmaster, who continued with his explanation. "My teacher was a weapon fanatic; he admired every kind of weapon that existed in our world, but sadly, his talent in wielding weapons was very poor. Despite this, he created this martial skill, which is a work of art in my opinion."
When he saw Fu attentively listening to his explanation, the headmaster grinned broadly. He proceeded to explain, "The martial skill is known as impact force martial skill; it is a mid-human rank martial skill. However, if the right cultivators wield this martial skill, I am confident that its rank can rise to the top human rank, or even early-earth rank.
When Fu heard this, his mouth dropped open in shock. But the headmaster ignored his expression and continued his explanation: "However, this martial skill is dangerous because when you use it, you will receive a backlash, and the strength behind the backlash depends on how strong your application is to the martial skill."
Fu was confused, and when the headmaster saw his confused expression, he started explaining the mechanism of the martial skill: "Let me explain to you the mechanism of this martial skill so you can understand what I mean when you are attacked by your opponent, and when you attack your opponent, you will use your saint force to seal the force behind the attacks inside your saint weapon."
"After accumulating enough force inside your saint weapon, you unleash all the force energy you stored in one single strike."
Fu was stunned by what he heard, and the headmaster continued: "However, when you unleash the force you stored, half of the force you stored will hit you as a backlash the moment you unleash your attack. In the past, many cultivators have died using this martial skill."
Fu was astonished when he heard this and asked, "Teacher, then why are you planning to teach me this martial skill? Isn't it dangerous for me to use this martial skill?"
The headmaster smirked and said, "For a normal cultivator, it is dangerous to use this martial skill, but you are born with an innate strength constitution; you can withstand the backlash of this martial skill if you use it wisely."
Fu was quiet for a while, contemplating what the headmaster had said to him.
The headmaster tossed a scroll to Fu and said to him, "I believe that you will be able to show everyone on the Tian Yuan continent the potential of this martial skill. I also believe that one day you will improve this martial skill to reach a new height; who knows, maybe you will upgrade this martial skill to an earth rank martial skill."
End of Flashback
Fu smiled as he recalled the day his teacher taught him the impact force martial skill. He then charged at the puppet. Fu and the puppet started exchanging blows. "CLANK, CLANK, CLANK, CLANK."
Every time Fu and the puppet exchange blows, the bright blue cloud of saint force that was coating Fu's saint weapon gets bigger and bigger.
When Fu saw the size of the bright blue cloud of saint force that was coating his saint weapon, he smiled; it was as big as his torso. He jumped backward to create some distance between him and the puppet.
Fu clenched his saint's weapon with his two hands and raised it above his head.
The puppet, with its heavy staff, charged at Fu once more. However, Fu quickly swung his saint weapon downward at the puppet and yelled, "IMPACT FORCE."
Fu's saint weapon collided with the puppet's heavy staff, slicing it into two, and a huge bright blue flying slash cut the puppet in half.
The bright blue flying slash continued flying, and it sliced the pagoda wall into two.
Simultaneously, a large amount of blood spurted out of Fu's mouth while he was flying to the opposite wall—from the backlash of the martial skill. "SPUR, BANG."
"Damn it, this really hurt," Fu murmured to himself.
Suddenly, Fu heard a loud banging sound. Curious, he turned his head towards the source of the noise and saw one of the wooden doors had been opened.
With some difficulty, Fu stood up and began to walk to the opened door.
Fu entered a medium-sized room and noticed a huge purple formation imprinted in the ground.
Fu smirked when he saw the formation. "It seems I arrived before Brother Feng. Well, I will just take a little nap until Brother Feng arrives."
Fu sat on the ground and leaned his back against the wall, then closed his eyes.
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In the Asura Sword Spirit World
When Ye Feng arrived at his destination, he saw the same blood-running river, the same golden fruit, and the same golden tree that he saw last time when he was in the Asura Sword Spirit World.
Looking at the golden fruit and tree in front of him, Ye Feng thought to himself, "If my theory is correct, the one who attacked me last time I was here must be protecting this golden fruit; this fruit must be valuable to keep me away from it."
Having reached this conclusion, he nodded to himself. He then coated his sword with his saint force and jumped to cross the river.
"SWISH," a bright crimson flying slash, came flying at Ye Feng just like last time.
Ye Feng frowned when he saw this, and he raised his sword. "Wrathful sword art: wrathful flying slash."
Ye Feng sent his own flying slash at the crimson flying slash, "SHHHHHHHCCCCCC." A bright blue flying slash collided with the crimson flying slash, and both flying slashes fought for dominance against each other for a few moments, then both flying slashes exploded, "BOOM."
After Ye Feng landed, he heard a sound of foot steps walking slowly towards him: "Tap, tap, tap, tap."
Ye Feng saw a black-robed figure walking slowly towards him. The fog shrouded its face, mirroring that of the figure Ye Feng had fought before arriving here. The only difference he saw was the figure's sword, which is pink in color, and the figure's body, because it was a charming female body that could charm any man.
"I need to finish this quickly; I have no time to let these thoughts distract me." Ye Feng coated his sword with his saint force and muttered, "Wrathful sword art: wrathful flying slash."
He fired a bright blue flying slash at the figure. The figure gracefully sidestepped and dodged the flying slash, then she charged at Ye Feng, and they started exchanging sword strikes with each other.
"CLANK, CLANK, CLANK, CLANK, CLANK," Ye Feng sword strikes were all blocked by the black-robed figure, and he was bleeding from all the cuts he received in this exchange between them from all over his body."
Ye Feng gritted his teeth and began to use his swordsmanship along with his free-step martial skill, but his eyes widened in shock. Every time he attacked, the figure either sidestepped or tilted her head to avoid his sword strikes.
"Is she predicting my moves? Impossible" Ye Feng tried again, using his swordsmanship and free-step martial skill, but the figure simply dodged everything he threw at her, just like before.
Ye Feng took a few steps back, his eyes widening in disbelief. "There is no doubt about it; she is predicting my movements and my swordsmanship; I can't believe it."
The figure suddenly disappeared from Ye Feng's sight and appeared without any sound in front of him. She swung her sword and cut Ye Feng's chest deeply with it.
Ye Feng sustained a deep cut to his chest and collapsed onto his knees. He was bleeding profusely from his chest. He put his left palm on his injured chest and thought to himself, "I don't know how she is predicting my moves, but I can't afford to lose no matter what."
Ye Feng's eyes were shining with determination and resolve.
Ye Feng saw that the black-robed figure was about to stab his throat with her sword, and he quickly flipped backward to dodge her sword thrust.
Ye Feng tightened his grip on the sword and said to himself, "I don't know what she used to predict my sword strikes, but it doesn't matter. I can't afford to lose here. I need to take vengeance against the Devil Claw sect. I will cut her down no matter what. Even if gods and devils stood in my way, I will cut them down with my sword."
Ye Feng grasped the sword, and without his awareness, his eyes began to flicker with a yellow glow along with his sword.
The black-robed figure appeared in front of Ye Feng again, like a ghost, but Ye Feng didn't move at all this time; he just looked coldly at her.
The black-robed figure swung her sword to chop off Ye Feng's head, but Ye Feng concentrated all of his saint force in his left arm and left it up to block the sword strike.
At the same time, Ye Feng thrust his sword to stab the black-robed figure in the heart.
Ye Feng's sword flickered with a yellow glow again, and when he saw this, his eyes widened in surprise.
"SQUASH, PU." Ye Feng moaned in agony as he deflected the black-robed figure's sword attack with his left arm, leading to the amputation of his left arm, while his sword also pierced the figure's heart.
The black-robed figure's sword stopped inches away from Ye Feng's neck, and she started glowing bright white. After a few moments, she transformed into a sphere that was glowing brightly, just like the previous black-robed figure Ye Feng defeated.
The sphere shot with incredible speed towards Ye Feng's forehead. Ye Feng closed his eyes and started absorbing the energy from the sphere.
His cultivation skyrocketed, a strong aura suddenly erupted from Ye Feng, and within a second, his missing arm and all his injuries began to heal at a visible rate.
After a few moments, Ye Feng opened his eyes with an amazed expression: "Wow, I breakthrough from the 4th layer to the 7th layer of the great saint master realm in one go. That is incredible, but for now, I will need to solidify my cultivation after I arrive in the blue-wind kingdom." He said to himself,
Ye Feng then walked to the golden tree, which bore a golden fruit. He jumped, plucked the fruit from the golden tree, and took a serious look at it.
Ye Feng was amazed at the sharp aura emanating from the fruit. The aura felt like a very sharp sword that was sharper than his own saint weapon.
Ye Feng could also sense an incredible amount of energy from the fruit, which will help him make another breakthrough to the peak of the great saint master realm.
"Should I consume this fruit? It will help me reach the peak layer of the great saint master realm, but what is this sharp aura I am sensing from this fruit? Could this aura endanger my cultivation?
If I reach the peak now, I will need to fortify my cultivation for a significant period of time. I may end up squandering a significant amount of time in the future, but perhaps this fruit holds immense potential for me, and I may come to regret squandering this opportunity." Ye Feng thought to himself.
He gritted his teeth, and after a few moments of hesitation, he opened his mouth and took a big bite of fruit.
After Ye Feng ate the fruit, the surroundings in front of him changed with incredible speed. "SWISH."
Ye Feng saw a waterfall in front of him, and there was an old man with long gray hair and a long beard whose face was full of wrinkles. The old man was standing in front of the waterfall. He wore a white robe and stood barefoot.
Ye Feng was about to approach the old man when he heard the old man say, "Everything in the world has its own intent." "The sun has its own intent; the rain has its own intent; the stars have their own intent; and even the sword has its own intent."
Ye Feng's eyes widened when he heard this. The old man unsheathed his sword and swung it in the air. The sword swing was very slow and unimpressive.
What Ye Feng saw after the old man swung his sword shocked him to the core: the waterfall in front of him was cut in half by the slow sword swing he just saw.
After calming down, Ye Feng was about to approach the old man, but suddenly his surroundings shifted again, and he saw himself next to the golden tree, where he plucked the golden fruit.
All of a sudden, a strong aura erupted from Ye Feng as he made another breakthrough in his cultivation, he had breakthrough to the peak of the great saint master realm.
After making his breakthrough, Ye Feng closed his eyes to check on his cultivation. He sighed after examining himself and thought, "Just as I thought, I will need some time to solidify my cultivation."
Ye Feng opened his eyes and thought about the old man and how he cut the waterfall. He then looked at his sword and said, "Everything has its own intent; even the sword has its own intent." He gave a small smile, then looked straight into the endless crimson land.
"Well, I will think about it later. For now, I need to get out of the Asura Sword Spirit World. I will try to use the same method I entered here to exit this world." Ye Feng thought to himself.
Ye Feng closed his eyes, but when he opened them, his eyes dimmed, and then he disappeared in a bright light from the Asura Sword Spirit World.