193: Chapter 193 Nascent Soul Takes the Stage

Li Changsheng didn't answer, he simply lunged forward again!

His swordsmanship was even sharper than before, each strike carrying a lethal resolve!

The Gale Style, Flowing Cloud Style, and Falling Thunder Style of the Qinglan Sword Art were executed by him as smoothly as flowing water and drifting clouds, all in one breath!

Chu Feng responded calmly, his swordsmanship equally exquisite.

The two traded blows back and forth, locked in an inseparable struggle!

Fifty moves, one hundred moves, two hundred moves!

They fought from the mountain gate to the mountainside, and from the mountainside to the summit, sword light flashing with hidden killing intent everywhere!

Several wounds appeared on Li Changsheng's body, and Chu Feng wasn't faring much better; his left shoulder had been slashed, and his right leg had been pierced once.

But neither of them stopped.

At the three-hundredth move, Li Changsheng suddenly sensed something unusual.

Within Chu Feng's swordsmanship, there was a faint, eerie aura.

That aura was cold and overbearing, carrying a heart-palpitating Evil Qi.

It was exactly the same as the Cultivation Techniques of the Blood Fiend Sect.

Li Changsheng's pupils constricted slightly.

"You..."

Chu Feng's expression changed, and his sword strikes became even more fierce, attempting to mask that aura.

But it was too late.

Li Changsheng had noticed it.

He observed carefully even as he fought.

There were indeed shadows of the Blood Fiend Sect in Chu Feng's swordsmanship.

Though it was faint and deliberately hidden, it couldn't escape his eyes.

He was cultivating the techniques of the Blood Fiend Sect.

Why?

He didn't know.

But he knew that this matter was not so simple.

By the four-hundredth move, both were at the end of their ropes.

Li Changsheng was covered in blood, and Chu Feng was in no better state.

The two stood ten feet apart, staring at each other.

Chu Feng looked at him with a complex gaze.

"Junior Brother Li,"

He spoke slowly.

"You are stronger than I imagined."

Li Changsheng didn't say a word.

Chu Feng remained silent for a moment before suddenly sheathing his sword.

"We'll stop here for today."

He turned around and started walking down the mountain.

Li Changsheng was stunned.

"Senior Brother Chu..."

Chu Feng didn't look back, only waving his hand.

"The next time we meet, I won't show any mercy."

His figure disappeared into the crowd.

Li Changsheng stood in place, watching his retreating back, not moving for a long time.

What on earth was Chu Feng hiding?

He didn't know.

But he knew he had to investigate this matter thoroughly.

He turned and walked back to the mountain gate.

Su Qianxue was still leaning there; her face was pale, but she had already woken up.

Seeing him, she forced a small smile.

"Did you win?"

Li Changsheng shook his head.

"A draw."

Su Qianxue looked at him, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes.

"Did he... go easy on you?"

Li Changsheng was silent for a moment before saying,

"Perhaps."

He helped Su Qianxue up, and the two walked toward the interior of the mountain gate.

Behind them, the battlefield was filled with smoke.

In the distance, Chu Feng's back had long since vanished into the crowd.

But that trace of eerie aura still lingered in Li Changsheng's heart.

It wouldn't dissipate for a long time.

Three days after Chu Feng retreated, Qingxin Pavilion faced an even greater crisis.

That morning, a mass of dark clouds emerged on the horizon.

They weren't real clouds, but a shadow formed by the convergence of countless Flying Boats and sword lights.

Eight hundred Qinglan Disciples, led by an Elder at the Early Nascent Soul Stage, arrived in a grand and aggressive fashion.

Su Qinghan stood before the mountain gate, her expression grave as she watched the dark clouds.

"Ling Cang is truly determined to destroy my Qingxin Pavilion."

Behind her, the Disciples of Qingxin Pavilion were all pale-faced, but none retreated.

They gripped their swords tightly, preparing for a final stand.

Li Changsheng stood among the crowd, gripping his qingshuang sword.

He looked toward the dark clouds, trying to find Chu Feng's figure.

But there were too many Flying Boats and the sword lights were too dense; he couldn't see clearly at all.

"This battle will be even more tragic than the ones before."

Li Changsheng murmured as he watched the distant Flying Boats.

Before long, a Nascent Soul Elder descended from a Flying Boat.

When that Nascent Soul Elder landed, the entire Qingxin Pavilion trembled.

It was a sinister-looking old man with white hair and beard, his gaze as sharp as a hawk's.

He wore a long green robe and stood with his hands behind his back, radiating a suffocating pressure.

"Su Qinghan,"

He spoke; his voice wasn't loud, yet it clearly reached everyone's ears.

"Surrender. You cannot hold out."

Su Qinghan looked at him coldly without saying a word.

The old man sneered and waved his hand.

Three hundred Qinglan Disciples surged toward Qingxin Pavilion like a tide!

The sounds of slaughter, screams, and the booming of Spells instantly echoed throughout the valley!

Li Changsheng charged at the very front, slaying a Foundation Establishment Middle Stage Qinglan Disciple with one strike, then with a backhand strike, he forced back another ambusher. His swordsmanship was even sharper than before, each strike carrying a lethal resolve!

His cultivation at the Foundation Establishment Great Perfection allowed him to rampage through the battlefield!

But he was only one person.

Though the Disciples of Qingxin Pavilion fought desperately, they were vastly outnumbered. One after another fell, their blood staining the stone steps before the mountain gate red.

"Block them!" someone cried out in alarm.

"Senior Sister!"

"No!"

Screams rose and fell continuously.

Li Changsheng gritted his teeth, killing strike after strike.

Several wounds were added to his body, but he couldn't care about them. He only knew he had to hold the line.

Just then, a terrifying aura soared into the sky from deep within Qingxin Pavilion!

Su Qinghan!

She stood suspended in the air, holding a long sword, her entire body radiating a faint green light.

The pressure of the Early Nascent Soul Stage was like a great mountain pressing down on everyone!

The Qinglan Nascent Soul Elder's expression changed, and he also soared into the sky!

The two Nascent Soul auras collided violently in the air!

BOOM!!!

Amidst the thunderous roar, the entire Qingxin Pavilion trembled!

Rocks tumbled, buildings shook, and the Foundation Establishment Stage Disciples all crouched down covering their ears, screaming in pain!

Li Changsheng also felt a wave of dizziness, but he gritted his teeth hard and did not fall.

He raised his head and looked toward the sky.

There, two figures were engaged in a fierce battle.

Sword lights flashed and Spells flew; every collision erupted with an earth-shattering roar!

Su Qinghan's swordsmanship was sharp and light, like a swallow piercing through clouds; the old man's swordsmanship was overbearing and steady, like Mount Tai pressing down!

They fought from the heavens to the earth, and from the earth back to the heavens; wherever they passed, the mountains crumbled and the earth split!

Li Changsheng stared intently at their every move, refusing to miss a single detail.

This was a battle of the Nascent Soul Stage.

This was the height he would have to face in the future.

He had to learn, he had to remember, and he had to become stronger.

The battle lasted for a full hour.

When the old man was once again forced back by Su Qinghan, he finally lost his patience.

"Su Qinghan, do you think you've already won?"

He sneered.

"Look at your Disciples!"

Su Qinghan looked down, and her expression suddenly changed.

Before the mountain gate, more than half of the Qingxin Pavilion Disciples were already dead or wounded.

That defensive Formation was teetering in the aftershocks of the Nascent Soul battle, covered in a dense web of cracks.

"No..."

she murmured.

The old man took the opportunity to thrust his sword!

Su Qinghan parried hurriedly and was shaken back several steps!

She steadied herself and looked at the Disciples lying in pools of blood, tears welling in her eyes.

But she did not retreat.

She simply killed with one sword strike after another, doing her utmost to protect those behind her.

Li Changsheng looked at her back, an indescribable grief and indignation rising in his heart.

He gripped his sword, just about to charge forward, when suddenly—

In the distance, two terrifying auras appeared simultaneously!

Everyone looked up at the same time.

On the horizon, two golden sword lights streaked through the air at extreme speed!

The sword lights landed, revealing two figures.

They were two old men with white hair and beards, wearing the attire of Medicine King Valley, radiating a suffocating pressure.

Foundation Establishment Middle Stage.

The Qinglan Nascent Soul Elder's face became extremely unsightly.

"Medicine King Valley... you..."

One of the old men said coldly,

"By order of the Valley Master, we have come to assist Qingxin Pavilion."