Chapter 87: The Genius Beaten by Yuan Coins

“Not bad.”

The youth gave a word of praise. His long sword turned, blocking a strike, and his speed increased again. His feet shifted, leaving several afterimages as his movement reached its peak.

“I didn’t expect that besides the Field Master, Clear Moon City had such a genius. My trip wasn’t in vain,” the youth thought to himself.

“The royal family is truly formidable to have found such a talent. If I hadn’t already learned the Divine Martial Scripture, taken the God-Demon Pill, and possessed Innate Spiritual Energy, I would have been defeated in one move.”

Yang Ziling was inwardly surprised, but her hands did not slow. Her long sword danced like an elegant performance, sharp sword energy shooting forth, repeatedly repelling the youth’s blade.

The two exchanged blows, sword energy flying everywhere, their phantoms intertwining. The youth’s sword was extremely fast, capable of hundreds of strikes in an instant. Yang Ziling was also very fast, and with the quality of her Primordial Energy, she could handle it.

Both were Innate Realm Swordsmen, their strength seemingly equal, making it difficult to determine a winner for the moment.

“Yang Jin hasn’t returned yet. I can only delay. Once Yang Jin arrives, he can suppress this person with ease,” Yang Ziling thought, her sword becoming faster and more ferocious.

The youth grew more excited the longer they fought. As his sword swept past, a sky full of sword shadows spread out. He raised his left palm, unleashing a powerful palm force aimed directly at her face.

Yang Ziling was startled and responded with a palm strike of her own, her sword technique following suit.

Bang!

Their palms met and separated instantly, both figures leaping back.

“Good, very good. For Clear Moon City to have such a genius, you are worthy of this move of mine,” the youth said excitedly. He turned his long sword, a dense green light gathering as he pushed his Primordial Energy to its limit. A sharp sword momentum instantly condensed into a single point. “Take my…”

“Wait.” Yang Ziling’s expression changed slightly as she looked at the youth in surprise. “What did you just say?”

“Take my…”

“No, the sentence before that,” Yang Ziling interrupted.

“Worthy of my…”

“That’s not it either. The sentence before that.”

“Clear Moon City has such a genius.” The youth looked utterly confused and somewhat displeased. “Are we still fighting or not?”

“…Can I say that I’m not from Clear Moon City?” Yang Ziling looked at him speechlessly. Did that mean they had been fighting all this time over a misunderstanding?

“That doesn’t matter. Take my…”

The youth said carelessly, sword light flickering as he was about to strike. Yang Ziling spoke again, “Wait, let’s clear things up before we continue fighting.”

The youth looked at his sword, then at Yang Ziling. Well, were they going to fight or not?

“What are you doing here?” Yang Ziling asked.

“To challenge the Dojo Master of the God-Demon Dojo, to prove my sword!” the youth declared proudly.

“You want to challenge the Field Master?” Yang Ziling was stunned. Was this person crazy or foolish?

What status did Jiang Taixuan hold? He had several Foundation Building Peak experts guarding him. Even a Dao Fruit realm expert might not be able to break through. And an Innate Realm cultivator wanted to come challenge him?

“If you won’t fight, forget it.” The youth somewhat disappointedly withdrew his sword, then his spirits lifted. “Looking at you, you’re clearly not as good as the Dojo Master. It’s better for me to challenge him.”

He took a step, bypassed Yang Ziling, and headed directly towards the dojo.

“Challenging Field Master Jiang? I’ll see what other skills this person has.” Yang Ziling thought to herself, then quickly followed.

The youth was very fast. In less than a moment, he had arrived at the dojo’s entrance. He stood like a sharp Divine Sword, gazing at the dojo’s door. “Xu Changkong of Maple Leaf City has come to challenge the Dojo Master. I request a battle.”

Silence. No sound. The dojo seemed empty.

“Field Master, please show yourself,” the youth called out again.

“Young man, could you be a bit more observant? I’m right here.” Jiang Taixuan lay swaying in a hammock, looking helpless.

Xu Changkong quickly turned around, his expression turning cold. “Xu Changkong requests your guidance.”

Jiang Taixuan’s expression remained unchanged. “I am a businessman. If you’ve come to buy something, you are welcome. If you’ve come to challenge or spar, I’m sorry. Turn left, walk ten steps, and I won’t see you off.”

“Make your move.” Xu Changkong frowned coldly, his aura already gathered to its peak.

Jiang Taixuan slightly furrowed his brows. Was this guy a martial arts fanatic?

“Field Master, let him see what true strength is,” Yang Ziling’s voice came.

Jiang Taixuan glanced at her and said plainly, “You know I am a businessman.”

Swish!

Sword light suddenly flared. Xu Changkong’s figure instantly shot forward, a single sword beam sharp and peerless.

Jiang Taixuan frowned, his body instantly leaping up. He took a step and his figure vanished. “Young man, why don’t we sit down and talk openly? Wouldn’t that be better?”

Xu Changkong’s sword strike hit nothing. Hearing Jiang Taixuan’s voice, he was startled to discover the other was already beside Yang Ziling.

“Make your move.” Xu Changkong said coldly, “I swept through my generation in Maple Leaf City unmatched. I will surely sweep through Clear Moon City. As the number one in Clear Moon, how can you avoid battle?”

“Although I don’t know who named me number one, your claim of ‘sweeping through’ really makes this Field Master find it laughable.” Jiang Taixuan sighed lightly. He pointed his fingers like a sword, a green light flashing. Yang Ziling’s long sword was drawn by some force, flying into his hand. “Very well, let me show you what the Way of the Sword truly is.”

“Good! After defeating you, I will defeat all the other geniuses!”

Xu Changkong shouted solemnly, channeling his Primordial Energy. His sword momentum condensed. Where his sword passed, it left numerous afterimages.

“Pay attention, young man.” Jiang Taixuan flicked his long sword, sending it flying into the air. Then he caught it upside down. A dense green light flashed and vanished. The world seemed to fall silent. “Wind Sword, First Form. Be careful.”

As soon as the words were spoken, his figure dissipated. All things fell silent. A falling leaf drifted down. A strand of hair floated down. A trace of blood appeared on the youth’s shoulder. The youth looked back in shock, standing there dumbfounded.

Jiang Taixuan’s figure reappeared, already behind the youth. His long sword pointed diagonally. A drop of bright red blood fell, signifying the result of the contest.

“Young man, you are still far from ready to test your sword against the world. How about spending some money? This Field Master can help you improve.” Jiang Taixuan sheathed his sword and spoke indifferently.

“Spend money?” Xu Changkong was stunned, looking blankly at Yang Ziling.

Yang Ziling gave Jiang Taixuan a look of annoyance and said plainly, “My strength was improved with money.”

Spending money could improve strength? Then why did I train bitterly for ten years, honing a single sword for a decade? Master, you deceived me!

The youth felt like crying. He had practiced the sword for ten years, finally leaving his master, sweeping through Maple Leaf City, becoming the top genius, ready to test his sword against the world. And now you tell me that spending money could get this kind of strength?

“Come, young man, let me introduce you to something.” Jiang Taixuan pulled Xu Changkong into the dojo and explained, “Look, this is the God-Demon Pill. After taking it, it refines your physique. You have a good physique, haven’t you trained hard before? That’s so torturous. One God-Demon Pill can save you ten years of bitter cultivation.”

“Your cultivation is already at the middle stage of the Innate Realm, but the quality of your Primeval Qi is so poor. A strand of Innate Spiritual Energy can purify it in minutes.”

“What about bloodline? No bloodline, ordinary physique? No problem. One hundred thousand Yuan Crystals to take home, and Ascending to Divinity is within reach.”

Xu Changkong: “…”

“I, I…” Xu Changkong’s face twitched. This was too devastating, completely unacceptable.

Ten years of his bitter cultivation, and aside from swordsmanship, he was inferior to these fifteen thousand Yuan Coin items? Didn’t his master say back then that even the disciples of major sects who used up all kinds of heaven-defying treasures couldn’t compare to his foundation?

But now, roughly fifteen thousand Yuan Coins was enough to beat him badly!

And also, didn’t his master say that top-tier secret manuals were priceless and hard to find, that even entry-level ones were enough to cause many families to fight over them? But master, you should come and take a look here! Divine Level, complete sets, and there are even several sets!

Entry-level only costs fifty Yuan Coins. Innate Realm only costs one hundred Yuan Coins!