226: Sword Spirit, Sky Slash

Chapter 226: Sword Spirit, Heavenly Chop

Su Han held the Ni Lin Sword in his palm, gently stroking the scabbard.

On the scabbard, the already exquisite blood-forged patterns now seemed etched by heavenly lightning, becoming even deeper, faintly exuding a unique aura.

Threads of electric arcs still danced and flickered on the scabbard's surface.

Each time Su Han touched it with his fingertips, it brought a tingling sensation, yet Su Han didn't feel uncomfortable; instead, it was as if the sword was whispering to him.

"Not bad!"

Su Han nodded slightly in satisfaction, then slowly drew the sword from its sheath.

In an instant, a cool, clear brilliance burst forth, as if even the surrounding howling winds were intimidated by this light, becoming gentler.

On the blade, the previously subtle cracks were gone, replaced by a black jade-like glassy texture. Threads of blood-red lightning seemed still hidden within, containing endless power of heavenly lightning.

However, Su Han could also clearly feel...

This 'brand new' Ni Lin Sword wasn't incapable of splitting again, but its sturdiness had undergone a qualitative leap compared to before.

Looking at the Ni Lin Sword, which now gleamed with cold light and exuded killing intent.

"Good sword!"

Su Han praised softly, then tried infusing Spirit Energy into it.

In an instant, the Ni Lin Sword hummed and trembled, its blade shining brightly. A surge of majestic power flowed outwards from the blade's center, stirring the surrounding clouds and mist into a restless turmoil.

Not only that, as Spirit Energy was infused, every inch of the Ni Lin Sword's blade that was inscribed lit up one by one, emitting a mysterious and unpredictable lightning might.

And with a thought from Su Han, the lightning on the Ni Lin Sword's blade surged again, splitting into thousands of fine lightning rays.

These lightning rays were like intelligent birds, circling and dancing around him, emitting crackling sounds, seemingly providing automatic defense.

And once an enemy was encountered.

Su Han could also make these thousands of lightning rays converge instantly, unleashing a devastating strike.

"Heavenly Chop..."

At this moment, a pleasant voice, as cool as the moon, softly murmured in Su Han's mind from the depths of the unknown.

"Heavenly Chop?"

"That name is quite imposing!"

Su Han murmured softly.

But soon, thinking of the voice he had just heard, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

"Has the Ni Lin Sword's spirituality reached the point where it can produce a sword spirit with a certain level of self-awareness?"

Thinking this, Su Han temporarily suppressed the surprise in his heart and softly probed towards the Ni Lin Sword, "Sword spirit?"

After Su Han spoke, he stared intently at the Ni Lin Sword's blade, trying to catch any slight movement.

But around him, there were only the faint crackling sounds made by the flashing lightning rays, and no response came for a long time.

Just when Su Han thought it was merely an illusion, the cool, moon-like voice sounded again, this time slightly clearer: "Master."

Just two simple words, revealing a sense of naive innocence, yet somehow intimate.

Joy flashed in Su Han's eyes, "It wasn't an illusion!"

Immediately, he eagerly asked, "Can you understand what I'm saying?"

"Besides these two phrases, can you say anything else?"

The sword body trembled slightly, as if thinking. After a while, the voice came again: "Under... stand, cannot."

Su Han wasn't discouraged. He knew that this sword spirit had just appeared, and its intelligence was likely like that of a newborn infant. Being able to respond like this was already quite rare.

He said to himself, "It's alright. There's still a long way to go. I will definitely help you awaken your intelligence."

"Once you fully understand the world, you will follow me and traverse this realm, invincible wherever we go!"

In Su Han's mind at this moment, a future scene had already emerged.

When the sword spirit's intelligence was fully awakened, it could communicate with him telepathically.

No words needed; with just a thought, they could cooperate seamlessly.

By then, the Ni Lin Sword would definitely become even more unpredictable, and killing moves like Heavenly Chop Thunder Abyss would surely see their power multiply with the help of the sword spirit!

Thinking this, Su Han became increasingly excited and gently patted the sword body.

"You should rest well first, absorb the Spirit Energy of this world, and strengthen your own spirituality. With me here, you don't have to worry about not reaching full intelligence soon."

The sword spirit seemed to understand. The sword body let out a soft hum in response, and the lightning rays surrounding Su Han also gradually retracted, becoming quiet.

Shui Yue had been watching from the side, her beautiful eyes filled with wonder, but she hadn't interrupted.

Seeing Su Han sheath the sword now, she quickly and eagerly exclaimed in admiration, "Su Han, after being tempered by the Heavenly Tribulation, the power of this Ni Lin Sword is actually so astonishing?!"

"Even compared to the treasured artifacts of some sects, it's probably not much weaker, right?!"

Su Han nodded and smiled excitedly, "The current Ni Lin Sword cannot compare to the Zhu Xian Sword."

"But compared to the Ten Thousand Poison Sect's treasured artifact, the Ten Thousand Poisons Returning Bag, it's definitely not weaker by a bit!"

"With the help of this sword, where in this vast world can I not succeed?!"

For a moment, Su Han was filled with heroic spirit, "Master, let's hurry to Tongtian Peak!"

"I can't wait to try out the current power of the Ni Lin Sword!"

"Alright."

Shui Yue nodded, urging her Flying Sword to speed up.

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Tongtian Peak, Arena.

Just moments ago, it was the place where Qingyun Sect Disciples held the Seven Peaks Tournament and displayed their heroic spirit, but now it seemed to be tightly enveloped by a thick layer of gloom, the atmosphere so oppressive it was almost solidified.

Below the stage.

Zeng Shuchang, Tianyun Daoren, and Tian Buyi, these Head Seats who were usually calm and steady, all had ashen faces at this moment, looking so grim they seemed about to drip water.

Dao Xuan Zhenren sat upright in the main seat, his expression also not good.

In contrast, the people from Incense Valley on the opposite side were full of smugness in their eyes.

Especially Lü Shun, the smile on his face was completely unconcealed.

And Zhang Xiaofan, who had just been defeated, had difficulty standing up, threads of fresh blood still hanging from the corner of his mouth.

The blood trailed down his chin, dripping onto the bluestone slabs of the arena, staining them with a few dazzling red plum blossoms.

His steps were unsteady. Dragging his battered body, he walked towards Tian Buyi, each step seeming to exhaust all his strength.

After a while, he shuffled unsteadily, step by step, to Tian Buyi's side.

His head was deeply bowed, not daring to look his Master in the eyes, filled with shame.

"Master, this Disciple has disappointed you."

Tian Buyi snorted coldly and berated him mercilessly, "Trash!"

"Where did all your usual skills go? Making such a spectacle of yourself!"

Although he cursed fiercely, before his words even fell, his hand hidden within his wide sleeves had already quickly reached out, pulling out a smooth ceramic bottle.

With trembling fingers, he opened the stopper, poured out a pill emitting a lustrous glow, and raised his hand to pop it into Zhang Xiaofan's mouth. His movements unconsciously carried a hint of urgency and concern.

Zhang Xiaofan swallowed the pill. Instantly, a warm current spread from his throat, slowly flowing towards his limbs and bones, dispelling some of the pain, and his heart also felt warm.

And just then, Yan Hong from Incense Valley raised her chin high and shouted triumphantly.

"Are there no more Disciples from the Qingyun Sect left?"

"These are the top four from this Seven Peaks Tournament?"

"Three of them are such weaklings?"

Then, she looked towards Lu Xueqi and beckoned with her finger.

"Come on!"

"The first place of this Seven Peaks Tournament, the Genius Disciple of Xiao Zhu Peak, Lu Xueqi..."

"It's your turn!"

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