ALL NOVEL Chapter 27 – Sword spiritual root
Leng Fengchun's delicate face held a smile, her strikingly beautiful, narrow phoenix eyes exuding a heroic spirit. One hand rested on her sword case, her lips slightly parted.
"Lin Hao, may I ask about your spiritual root aptitude?"
"Middle-grade fire spiritual root," Lin Hao replied naturally.
His spiritual root aptitude was recorded when he joined the sect, so there was no need to hide it. Moreover, this aptitude was considered low in the Xuan Yin Sect; otherwise, it wouldn't have taken him three years to reach the sixth level of Qi Refining before awakening his physique.
"I'm a mutated gold spiritual root, a sword spiritual root," Leng Fengchun said calmly, as if stating something ordinary.
Sword spiritual root?!
Lin Hao's heart sank. Mutated spiritual roots were extremely rare, not even one in ten thousand cultivators had one, let alone a sword spiritual root, which was a natural seed for the sword path.
Lin Hao suddenly recalled that during the duel with Wang Jingzhan, the woman never drew her sword, only casting some spells. He had assumed the sword case on her back held ordinary swords.
He hadn't expected her to be a sword cultivator, known as the strongest in offense among cultivators!
He sighed slightly, but his gaze burned with excitement. To spar with a natural sword seed was both a challenge and a pleasure.
Clang!
The sword case opened, and a green blade hummed.
"The last battle drained me. To claim victory, I must draw my sword. Prepare yourself," Leng Fengchun said nonchalantly, which infuriated someone in the audience. Wang Jingzhan's face turned ashen; she hadn't drawn her sword against him, yet now she would.
Insulted, he felt deeply humiliated.
Lin Hao's expression grew solemn. He knew the strength of a sword cultivator, possessing offensive means far superior to those of the same realm, not to be underestimated.
Zheng!
A battle sword gleaming with cold light appeared in the woman's hand. With a casual swing, she unleashed a long arc of sword energy.
The overwhelming battle intent within the sword energy seemed capable of destroying everything.
Lin Hao's body trembled, not daring to hold back. He condensed a Flame Blade five or six meters long.
"Ha!"
The Flame Blade clashed with the sky-piercing sword energy, the golden-red spiritual energies constantly dissolving, eventually turning into countless points of light.
Leng Fengchun's red lips parted slightly, speaking softly, "You're quite strong. I'm curious, when did you reach Foundation Establishment?"
"I'm not underestimating you, but the Foundation Establishment seeds of each peak are well-known, yet you seem to have appeared out of nowhere."
"When I reached Foundation Establishment, does it have any significance to our current duel?"
"It has no significance," Leng Fengchun's heroic face broke into a smile.
"Defeating you to become the champion will be a pleasure."
The long sword in Leng Fengchun's hand erupted with surging spiritual energy, slashing out like a raging storm.
Boom!
The sword energy carved a deep groove into the stage forged from meteoric iron.
"Leng Immortal's strength is formidable. If she had drawn her sword in the last battle, she could have defeated Wang Jingzhan within a hundred moves. Lin Hao won't be able to withstand this overwhelming sword energy."
"Hahaha, Lin Hao defeated Senior Brother Wang in one move; how could he not withstand a mere sword energy?"
The audience either doubted or mocked, none believing Lin Hao could withstand a full-force strike from a sword cultivator.
As the person involved, Lin Hao felt the terror of the sword energy more than the spectators. Even before it reached him, it felt like his face was being cut.
"Sparks!"
Lin Hao circulated his spiritual energy, condensing thousands of fire points.
A wave of fire appeared in the air, and upon closer inspection, it was formed by fist-sized flames arranged in combination.
Boom, boom, boom!
The fire wave charged forward like death warriors clad in fiery armor, fearlessly dissolving the sky-piercing sword energy.
Leng Fengchun drew another sword from her sword case, a low-grade yellow magical treasure named Fire Phoenix, sealed with fire-attribute spiritual essence, capable of imbuing sword energy with fire attributes.
The two different attributes of sword energy together made Lin Hao miserable. The offensive means of a sword cultivator were already difficult to resist, let alone the transformation of two attributes!
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
Lin Hao summoned two Palm Thunder talismans, blocking two sword energies, a decisive glint flashing in his eyes.
He took out the talisman given by Feng Cangyue, infusing it with spiritual power without hesitation. Just this one talisman drained more than half of his spiritual power, nearly causing him to collapse.
Screech!
A sword energy phoenix, carrying a world-destroying aura, roared towards Leng Fengchun.
A trace of surprise flashed in the woman's narrow phoenix eyes; she hadn't expected him to possess such a powerful talisman.
This sword energy was equivalent to a full-force strike from someone at the peak of Foundation Establishment!
What surprised her even more was the true meaning of the sword path contained within the sword energy, something only an old monster immersed in the sword path for hundreds of years could condense.
On the high platform, Murong Qinxue furrowed her delicate brows, speaking softly, "Feng Sect Master, you're quite generous to that Lin Hao!"
"Hmph, this Sect Master is never stingy with my peak's disciples."
"Heh, if that's the case, why not give him a talisman treasure?"
Feng Cangyue's eyebrows arched; this woman was truly a troublemaker. Talisman treasures weren't particularly precious to him, but she wasn't skilled in drawing talismans. If she were to gift a disciple a talisman treasure, she'd have to ask that old woman, the sect master.
But thinking of the toad the sect master kept, she felt a bit nauseated, unwilling to make the request.
The Foundation Establishment cultivators watched the sword energy that seemed capable of cleaving the heavens, all filled with dread. If they were on the stage, they wouldn't take it head-on but would maximize their defenses to endure and then find an opportunity.
Yet Leng Fengchun merely drew another sword from her sword case, stepping on one sword while holding another in each hand, boldly meeting the sky-piercing sword energy.
Lin Hao watched that seemingly frail figure charging fearlessly, unable to help but admire this woman.
Truly a natural sword path seed, with a sword in hand, she was fearless and unyielding.
Boom!
Leng Fengchun, like a moth to a flame, plunged into the sky-reaching sword energy!