Confrontation in the same realm, playing rogue

“Revered Master, this compass is too practical. With this thing in hand, it’s hard not to get rich,” Miao Xiaoqing said excitedly.

This compass is simply a priceless treasure. Nothing can compare to its ability to discover treasures.

The Storage Pouches she brought were already filled with three or four.

How long has it been? In another year or so, won't they be enough?

Thinking that there were still so many treasures to store and her Storage Pouches were insufficient, Miao Xiaoqing couldn’t help but feel troubled.

“Revered Master, our Storage Pouches are a bit insufficient,” she said somewhat awkwardly.

But she quickly changed her expression and said with some eagerness, “Why don’t we go rob others?”

Xiao Fan laughed, “Why are you becoming more and more like a bandit? You don’t have the slightest appearance of a Righteous Path Saintess.”

“I don’t care about the Righteous Path or the Evil Path. Wherever Revered Master goes, I will follow, meow!” she declared solemnly.

At this moment, Miao Xiaoqing revealed her true form, a cat as tall as a person, and Xiao Fan sat on her back.

Even when she revealed her true form, her figure was still so slender, and her beautiful eyes were delicate and agile.

The improvement in her Realm also caused her tail to multiply, making her a true Nine-Tailed Cat.

Xiao Fan grabbed a cat tail and meticulously played with it, coiling it into various shapes.

Miao Xiaoqing allowed him to play with her tail, feeling a bit smug.

She still had something to attract her Revered Master! Meows and cat tails.

“Let’s go. We’ll go to the next place.”

“Let’s see if we can snatch another one,” Xiao Fan said.

“Meow! Revered Master is brilliant!” Miao Xiaoqing cheered with joy. Can they start snatching again?

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Sword Changkong flew along, undergoing various trials in the training ground. However, the Yao Beasts inside were rarely his opponents.

He felt no progress at all, and his mood was a bit low.

“No progress at all. I only picked up a Shadowless Greatsword after coming here. If I stagnate like this, unable to even leave Feng Yuanqing’s circle, how can I contend with the one who defeated Feng Yuanqing?”

On the surface, Sword Changkong was a favored Genius who looked down upon all others.

But he knew best that his current strength was entirely due to persistent hard cultivation.

He was very strict with himself. When he first started practicing the sword, for even the most basic sword move, he would swing his sword tens of thousands of times every day.

This continued for ten years, ten years to hone a single sword!

His Revered Master had warned him that the Dao of a Sword Cultivator requires patience and humility, and absolutely no pretense.

The greatest taboo for a Sword Cultivator is to be perfunctory with a “good enough” attitude.

A miss by a hair is a miss by a mile!

In combat with enemies, a slight difference could very well lead to losing one’s life.

Sword Changkong kept this firmly in mind and consistently strived for perfection.

Being a Saint’s disciple was both a halo and a pressure.

His Chaos Sword Bone was powerful, appearing to outsiders as an undeniable innate talent.

But what outsiders didn't know was that the price of becoming stronger was having his spine extracted and a sword inserted inch by inch, with the slightest mistake leading to death and the dissipation of his Dao.

Yet he had no hesitation, accepting it to become stronger. That kind of suffering, penetrating bone and Soul, was painful to recall.

Nine Swords to Eliminate the Saint was similar. When he was at the Heavenly Immortal Realm, his Revered Master would contend with him using Saintly Thoughts.

To directly clash with Saintly Thoughts at the Heavenly Immortal Realm required immense courage. Those with unstable Dao Hearts could very likely have their Dao Hearts shattered, making further progress impossible.

But he had an unyielding spirit in his heart. Even if he was covered in wounds and never won, he still persevered.

He suffered more setbacks than anyone else!

The toil and sweat behind the glamour and splendor, the hardship within, were not for outsiders to know.

Just as he was about to set off for the next location, a familiar face appeared before him.

Indeed, it was Ye Feng!

Ye Feng wore a faint smile, displaying unprecedented confidence.

“Didn’t expect this, did you? I, Ye Feng, survived a great calamity.”

Sword Changkong was slightly surprised. He was beaten into a puddle of flesh, yet he didn't die? Was his vitality that tenacious?

He gazed intently and noticed that the Sword Intent on Ye Feng’s body was soaring, as if he had cultivated for tens of thousands of years.

But from their last encounter until now, it had been barely three months. What exactly happened during these three months?

Although he couldn't understand it, Sword Changkong still prepared to take his life.

His Revered Master’s warning: Cut the grass, root out the weeds!

“I don’t know how you survived, but I can tell you, if you provoke me, you only have one path: death.”

Sword Changkong gently waved his hand, and a long sword appeared in his grasp.

The moment he held the sword hilt, his Sword Intent erupted, exceptionally sharp.

Ye Feng frowned, his expression solemn.

He sought revenge on Sword Changkong, so he naturally knew the opponent’s strength should not be underestimated.

“You are very strong. I don’t kill nameless people,” Ye Feng said indifferently.

This made Sword Changkong laugh. In just three months, how did you become so overconfident that you think you can kill me?

My tens of thousands of years of arduous cultivation, and you think you can surpass me in three months? What a pipe dream!

“The dead are not worthy of knowing my name.”

He was about to end Ye Feng with a single sword strike, putting an end to this farce.

Unexpectedly, Ye Feng smiled eerily and threw a golden divine talisman from his hand, which accurately struck Sword Changkong.

Sword Changkong swung his sword to block, but the talisman scattered into specks of golden light, enveloping him.

It was extremely bizarre.

Ye Feng said to the old man in his Sea of Consciousness, “Is this talisman of yours useful?”

“Don’t worry, kid.”

“Since you and I have a prior agreement, how could I deceive you? This talisman is absolutely effective. Whoever is struck by this talisman will have their Realm reduced to the same Realm as the user.”

“In ancient times, this was an absolute divine artifact for same-Realm combat.”

Hearing about same-Realm combat, Ye Feng straightened his back by three points.

He had never lost in same-Realm combat!!

He felt that he lost to Sword Changkong because he was at a disadvantage in terms of Realm.

If they were in the same Realm, he would definitely crush him.

Sword Changkong felt an invisible layer of shackles on his body, firmly restricting his movements.

“What did you do to me?” Sword Changkong said coldly.

Ye Feng said smugly, “You didn’t really think you were stronger than me, did you?”

“You only won against me because of your Realm advantage. I merely removed your Realm advantage, that’s all.”

Sword Changkong chuckled, Realm advantage?

Without another word, he launched his attack.

But he didn't move, still just waving the long sword in his hand. Billions of Sword Qi soared into the sky. He wanted to crush his opponent with absolute strength, to make him understand what a true gap was.

This sword move was even more powerful than “Sword Rain with the Wind.” The sharp Sword Intent stirred up a fierce wind.

The Sword Qi materialized, transforming into streaks of cold Sword Qi light.

The Sword Intent wind, mixed with the cold Sword Qi light, rushed towards Ye Feng like a violent storm.

The swaying strong wind made Ye Feng feel like a lone boat on a turbulent sea, drifting in the storm.

Sword Changkong lightly shouted, “Violent Storm.”

In an instant, within the vast expanse of the world, tens of millions of miles wide, all things became swords, striking towards Ye Feng.

Ye Feng once again felt the fear of death. The power of each cold Sword Qi light was no less than a third-grade immortal sword. What kind of monstrous killing move was this?

“Damn it, how is he so strong?”

Ye Feng never expected the opponent to unleash such a powerful move from the start, and he frantically tried to counter it.

He was so angry that he even cursed, “Holy cow, you’re still this strong in the same Realm, you’re a monster!”

Fortunately, he had acquired many treasures from the old man in his Sea of Consciousness. He summoned a bronze immortal bell and covered himself with it like a pot lid.

Sword Changkong also didn't expect the opponent to play dirty.

The Sword Intent struck the bronze immortal bell, making clanging sounds, but it simply couldn't penetrate the defense of the bronze immortal bell to suppress the person inside.

Ye Feng, trapped within, cursed inwardly, “Didn’t you say with this Sword Bone, I’d be invincible in the same Realm?”

The old Soul remnant in the Sea of Consciousness said, “That kid is also not simple. When he attacks, his moves are grand and boundless. He also has a Sword Bone on him.”

“The quality of his Sword Bone is even higher than yours.”

The old Soul remnant’s heart burned with excitement. The opponent was truly a Genius. The Sword Bone on him actually had a trace of Chaos Qi. If he were to Possess him and use him as a body.

His future prospects would be limitless!

“Then what should we do?”

Ye Feng, who was full of confidence just moments ago, instantly deflated. There was nothing he could do; the opponent was truly powerful.

If he hadn’t been quick enough to hide inside this bronze immortal bell, he might have turned into a bloody mist this time.

“Give me your body. I’ll go fight him,” the old Soul remnant proactively offered.

Ye Feng hesitated. What if this guy tried to Possess him?

He had tricked this guy into staying with him by reaching an agreement that he wouldn't actively Possess him.

If he deliberately sacrificed himself, letting Sword Changkong kill him, and then Possessed him, it wouldn't violate the agreement.

If that were truly the case, he would die with no one to complain to.

“Don’t worry, your body is too inferior. I don’t even look at it.”

“I want the opponent’s body,” the old remnant continued, “You can choose not to believe me, but if we continue like this, we’ll both die.”

“Why not take a gamble and choose to trust me?”

He who hesitates is lost.

Ye Feng directly allowed the old Soul remnant to take over his body, treating it as a last resort.

As control of the body was transferred, Ye Feng’s youthful demeanor disappeared. Although his face remained young, there was an air of antiquatedness about him.

“Kid, your choice is correct. I’ll kill that guy right now.”

“Hurry up.”

A classic Possession scene.

The immortal bell, which could originally only be used for defense, now glowed with sacred golden light, enveloping the person, after the old Soul remnant possessed the body.

Sword light fell, but it was immediately nullified by the golden light, completely unable to harm the person inside.

The violent storm ceased. Sword Changkong, recalling how he had scurried away, couldn’t help but mock him, “You were quite tough at first, why did you hide so quickly?”

“Hide? This is called avoiding the sharp edge,” said Ye Feng, possessed by the old Soul remnant.

He shook his hands and twisted his head, still somewhat unaccustomed to this new body. However, he had no time to adapt. He quickly drew a sword and pointed it at Sword Changkong.

His movements were so fluid and smooth that even Sword Changkong was amazed.

How could his swordsmanship have improved so quickly?

“You, young man, are a Sword Dao Genius. Let me be the one to defeat you.”

Ye Feng, possessed by the old Soul remnant, attacked decisively. He knew his Physique was poor, so he couldn't win a battle of techniques. Instead, he would engage in close-quarters combat and sword moves.

This would prevent the opponent from utilizing his advantages.

The old Soul remnant was experienced and quickly analyzed the strengths and weaknesses of both sides, using his unique understanding of the Sword Dao to suppress the opponent’s strong points.

Every thrust and side slash was so vicious and ruthless that Sword Changkong was utterly defenseless.

Sword Changkong frantically defended, seizing an opportunity to break free and distance himself from Ye Feng, saying coldly,

“You are not him!”

“You, young man, do have good discernment. Losing to me is not unjust.”

“It’s easy for an old man like me to deal with a junior like you. Blame your bad luck for running into me,” Ye Feng laughed.

Sword Changkong’s eyes were cold. You want to Possess me and achieve Rebirth? I think you’ve made a miscalculation.

“Half-dead old thing, just go to Hell obediently. The human world doesn’t belong to you.”

Sword Changkong said coldly. He prepared to unleash his final killing move: Nine Swords to Eliminate the Saint.

Although he had only grasped a mere fraction of it, this was a Saintly Way sword move, his Revered Master’s renowned ultimate skill. Even a mere fraction was enough to make him look down on all others.