103: Chapter 103 Purple-Gold Dragon Roar Sword

Chen Xuanfeng was anxious and pacing in his mind, but he couldn't show a hint of it on the surface.

He was wondering how he could naturally and seamlessly get these outside Sword Cultivators to stay and finish watching his display of divine manifestation before they left.

"That Alchemist down there."

Chen Xuanfeng heard a familiar woman's sharp cry from above.

Looking up, it was indeed that overbearing and arrogant woman, seemingly named Waner or something.

"Stop looking around, I'm talking to you."

Chen Xuanfeng pointed at himself.

"Me? An Alchemist?"

Jiang Waner suppressed the urge to roll her eyes.

Senior Brother Jiang Yue was there; she couldn't ruin her image.

"Who else could it be? Could there possibly be another Alchemist in the Heavenly Sword Sect?" Jiang Waner said as if it were a matter of course. "Your Alchemy is decent enough; I authorize you to enter the Spirit Pill Hall of my Hidden Sword Immortal Sect."

"Come here and follow us back to the Immortal Sect."

Chen Xuanfeng blinked, then blinked again.

Wasn't this exactly what he wanted!

"I still need to test the swords and contract a life-bound spirit sword," Chen Xuanfeng replied, seemingly ignoring her point.

Jiang Waner sneered, then quickly covered her mouth, stole a glance at Jiang Yue, and glared fiercely at Chen Xuanfeng.

It was all this kid's fault for making her laugh.

"What sword are you testing as an Alchemist? Enough with the posturing; this is your only chance to leave this sesame-seed-sized place called Nanhuang!"

Chen Xuanfeng thought to himself that if their Nanhuang Continent was a sesame seed, how big must the outside be? Bragging shouldn't be done like that.

On the surface, he remained calm and composed, exuding an air of elegance.

"Who says an Alchemist cannot be a Sword Cultivator?"

Chen Xuanfeng stopped looking up at the outside Sword Cultivators in the sky; mainly because looking up at people wasn't cool enough and it made his neck hurt.

He took a step forward, and a dharma sword appeared beneath his feet, carrying him toward the Sword Mountain several hundred meters away.

Heh, didn't expect that, did you? I have more than one sword!

If one breaks, there's a second one!

Chen Xuanfeng stopped at the foot of the Sword Mountain.

He shook his head, looking at this Sword Mountain that carried the Opportunities of all Sword Cultivators on the Nanhuang Continent.

The Sword Mountain wasn't high, only a mere hundred meters.

Every ten meters seemed like an invisible tier.

The tier at the foot of the mountain was where the Rank one spirit sword was located.

Rank one spirit swords were as scarce as Immortal Swords.

There was only one of each, standing lonely like orphans at the vast base of the mountain.

The area with the most spirit swords was actually between thirty and sixty meters, where the Rank four to Rank six spirit swords were.

"Alchemist, hurry up," Jiang Waner urged impatiently.

Chen Xuanfeng smiled. "Hurry?"

"Alright!"

His lips parted slightly. "You, watch closely."

Jiang Waner crossed her arms; this posture made her flatness look identical to that of her Senior Brothers and Junior Brothers beside her.

"I'm watching!"

Chen Xuanfeng stepped onto the Sword Mountain.

In just an instant, he felt the resonance of ten thousand swords.

He signaled all the swords to quiet down.

What Jiang Waner saw was that Chen Xuanfeng hadn't triggered a resonance from a single spirit sword.

She sneered, unsurprised.

"That's it? Weren't you just bragging, thinking you caused the Immortal Sword's resonance? As it turns out, even a Rank one spirit sword looks down on you!"

The consistently silent Jiang Yue suddenly lowered his eyes, his gaze fixed tightly on Chen Xuanfeng.

Noticing Jiang Yue's gaze, Jiang Waner curled her lip. "Senior Brother Jiang Yue, don't bother looking; it could never be him!"

"Forget it, someone who can't see things clearly would only be a burden to our Hidden Sword Immortal Sect. Senior Brother, let's go!"

"No!" Jiang Yue flatly refused, his eyes locked onto Chen Xuanfeng.

He felt it!

The corners of Chen Xuanfeng's mouth curled up slightly; he felt it too!

Spreading his arms in a welcoming posture, Chen Xuanfeng called out softly, "Swords, come!"

"Shua shua shua..."

Almost simultaneously, all the spirit swords planted on the entire Sword Mountain, except for the Immortal Sword at the peak, rose from the ground.

The spirit swords didn't hesitate for a moment, like moths to a flame or devout believers rushing toward their deity!

The aura of an Immortal Rank Sword Cultivator Cultivation Technique—they felt it!

Standing merely at the foot of the Sword Mountain, Chen Xuanfeng was surrounded by spirit swords so densely that not even water could pass through.

They were all conveying an urgent emotion to Chen Xuanfeng.

They wanted to become his life-bound spirit sword!

Outside, everyone stared blankly at the tide of spirit swords; Chen Xuanfeng had long been submerged, his figure nowhere to be seen.

"He, he, he..." Jiang Waner was once again shocked into a stutter. "Isn't he an Alchemist? How, how could he cause so many spirit swords to resonate?"

She kept shaking her head. "Impossible, this is impossible. He is clearly an Alchemist; I saw him performing Alchemy with my own eyes. He even used such crude Alchemy techniques to refine a top-grade pill. You all saw it too, didn't you?"

No one responded to her.

So what if he was?

That only proved how terrifying this Cultivator's talent was!

A Sword Cultivator and an Alchemy Cultivator, cultivating two Daos simultaneously!

Terrifyingly so!

Jiang Waner was unwilling to believe that the person she had ridiculed was a Dao of the sword Prodigy.

She shook her head frantically, then suddenly laughed. "The Immortal Sword, the Immortal Sword has no reaction! Hahaha, he previously claimed so confidently that it was he, not Senior Brother Jiang Yue, who caused the Immortal Sword's resonance. Ridiculous, truly too ridic—"

"Junior Sister!" Jiang Yue gave a suppressed low shout, his voice trembling with unspeakable excitement.

Jiang Waner looked over blankly, only to see that her Senior Brother wasn't looking at her.

Following her Senior Brother's gaze, Jiang Waner's pupils suddenly constricted.

"Buzz!"

"Buzz!"

"Buzz!"

The Immortal Sword, which had been perfectly calm as if not at all moved by Chen Xuanfeng, was now vibrating.

Every vibration carried a daunting pressure and... a threat!

The Sword Cultivators who had contracted life-bound spirit swords clearly learned from their own Sword Spirits that the Immortal Sword was threatening all the spirit swords.

The many spirit swords surrounding Chen Xuanfeng, starting from the lowest Rank one spirit swords, began to fall to the ground, unable to hold on.

Clang, clang, crash!

For a moment, it was as if a rain of swords was falling from the sky right next to Chen Xuanfeng.

One rare spirit sword after another fell at Chen Xuanfeng's feet like scrap metal.

But there were also Sword Spirits that rose to the challenge.

The only two remaining Rank nine spirit swords were still struggling to hold on.

Chen Xuanfeng looked at these two unremarkable Rank nine spirit swords and felt their unwillingness and unyielding spirit; he couldn't bear it.

"Two Seniors, this Junior..."

"Buzz!"

The Immortal Sword at the peak, fearing that this novice kid Chen Xuanfeng would be deceived by two Rank nine spirit swords, finally couldn't sit still anymore.

The Immortal Sword rose from the ground, and the entire Sword Mountain shook.

No, it wasn't just the Sword Mountain shaking; it was the entire Nanhuang Continent!

Rumble...

Above the firmament, the wind rose and clouds surged, changing unpredictably.

"Shua!"

The Immortal Sword was completely pulled from the ground.

A blinding purple-gold light erupted from the Immortal Sword. Regardless of their cultivation level, everyone sensed danger from that immense radiance and either sealed their vision or closed their eyes to avoid its sharpness.

To avoid light pollution.

However, this light seemed able to penetrate their techniques and eyelids, stabbing directly into their eyeballs.

"Ah! My eyes!"

Only Chen Xuanfeng did not flinch or look away.

He just held his chin up straight, looking at the Immortal Sword suspended in the air at the peak.

He could even clearly see several large characters on the Immortal Sword's body, winding like a dragon's form.

"purple gold dragon roar sword!"