Chapter 109 - 97: Saint Son of the Nanling Ice Race, World-Shocking Secret Technique

Chapter 109: Chapter 97: Saint Son of the Nanling Ice Race, World-Shocking Secret Technique

"Brother Tianyu!"

Before Jiang Hao could react, Ji Qingxue had already flown forward. The dozen or so peerless prodigies of Nanling swiftly followed.

Watching the group take to the sky, Jiang Hao had no choice but to keep up. More importantly, he wanted to observe the Cyan Lotus Martial Soul’s reaction up close.

Sure enough, the closer they got to the Chaos Sword Embryo, the more restless the Chaos Cyan Lotus became.

"Brother Tianyu, is it really you? You actually entered this ancient ruin as well?" Ji Qingxue was ecstatic, as if she had just reunited with family.

It turned out that this ancient ruin wasn’t the only one opening in the Eastern Domain; others had also appeared. They had entered this specific one simply because it was the closest.

The magnificently elegant figure slowly turned around at the sound. When he saw Ji Qingxue, his typically emotionless eyes rippled with a rare hint of warmth, and a breathtaking smile graced his lips.

"Little Sister Qingxue, it’s been a long time."

"Brother Tianyu, it’s been a long time."

"Brother Tianyu, to think you’d appear here."

"We pay our respects to the Ice Race’s Saint Son."

Facing the crowd’s salutations, Leng Tianyu merely gave a slight nod without a verbal response. However, an inadvertent glance from him caught sight of Jiang Hao flying over.

Seeing Leng Tianyu notice Jiang Hao, Ji Wufeng immediately introduced him. "Brother Tianyu, this is Jiang Hao. Brother Jiang is a friend of Qingxue’s."

Leng Tianyu’s expression remained completely unchanged. He merely swept a faint glance over Jiang Hao, not even bothering to reply to Ji Wufeng. In his eyes, it seemed only the Sacred Body, Ji Qingxue, was worthy of his response. The rest of them were entirely negligible.

This was the arrogance of a peak-level figure. He wouldn’t spare a proper glance for anyone beneath his notice. Even so, Ji Wufeng and the others remained thrilled, as if this was exactly how a supreme figure should behave.

"Little Sister Qingxue, wait until I subdue this Chaos Sword Embryo. Then we can catch up," Leng Tianyu said. His deep eyes slowly shifted to the Sword Embryo at the Spirit Peak Summit, lightning seemingly weaving within his gaze.

However, Ji Qingxue’s expression changed drastically at his words. "Brother Tianyu, how certain are you?"

If he failed to subdue it and angered the Sword Spirit inside, it would be a disaster.

Hearing Ji Qingxue’s concern, even Leng Tianyu slowly shook his head. "I have no certainty at all, but I can give it a try. Even if I can only take it away without subduing it, it would still be a world-shaking harvest."

Even if he couldn’t subdue it today, as long as he could bring it out, the omnipotent elders of Nanling would naturally figure out a way.

Ji Wufeng and the others breathed heavily at this revelation. Since he was the Ice Race’s Saint Son, he naturally cultivated the Ice Race’s Secret Techniques. He likely intended to use a Secret Technique to seal the Sword Embryo and take it away.

"Everyone, please step back," Leng Tianyu spoke nonchalantly after a brief moment, still not looking at the crowd.

Everyone from Nanling quickly retreated into the distance, seemingly aware of what the Saint Son was about to do. Seeing this, Ji Qingxue revealed a worried expression but silently turned to leave as well.

Yet, just as she turned around, a calm voice rang out.

"You won’t be able to subdue it. If you force it, you’ll likely suffer a terrifying backlash. If things go wrong, you might even perish here," Jiang Hao said calmly, a hint of worry in his eyes.

Naturally, he wasn’t worried about Leng Tianyu’s safety. He was afraid that Leng Tianyu’s attempt would startle the Chaos Sword Embryo. If it fled again, tracking it down would be harder than ascending to the heavens.

At this moment, Jiang Hao was already intent on taking the Chaos Sword Embryo for himself. After all, the emotions transmitted by the Chaos Cyan Lotus were simply too intense. His intuition told him that if the Cyan Lotus Martial Soul made a move, there was a high probability of gaining the Sword Embryo’s acknowledgment. Even if he couldn’t subdue it now, there was hope of taking it away.

But if Leng Tianyu acted first, it would very likely force the Sword Embryo to fly off again.

Despite these thoughts, Jiang Hao couldn’t just rashly step up. The aura emanating from Leng Tianyu made him feel threatened. If he preemptively intervened, he would inevitably be treated as a competitor. Before he could even try to take the Sword Embryo, the two of them would end up fighting. Therefore, Jiang Hao could only offer verbal advice, hoping the other party wouldn’t act recklessly.

However, upon hearing this, an imperceptible sneer curled the lips of the magnificently elegant figure.

He thought, "A mere Spirit Transformation Second Stage ant dares to dictate terms?"

"For Little Sister Qingxue’s sake, I won’t stoop to your level. Retreat quickly. It wouldn’t be good if you were accidentally caught in the crossfire, Brother Jiang." With that said, Leng Tianyu’s aura began to skyrocket.

"Spirit Transformation Sixth Stage?" Jiang Hao trembled inwardly at the sight.

No, it wasn’t just the Spirit Transformation Sixth Stage. He was a Spirit Transformation Sixth Stage expert at the Six-Meridian Second Stage! Furthermore, the aura rolling off him was far from that simple.

After a brief ponder, Jiang Hao also retreated silently, watching from a distance. With such a massive disparity in strength, he had no right to speak. He could only watch and wait. At the very least, it wouldn’t be too late to make his move after Leng Tianyu’s attempt failed—provided the Sword Embryo didn’t fly away.

In truth, Jiang Hao’s worries were completely unfounded. A Divine Weapon of this caliber, which had long since birthed a Sword Spirit, wouldn’t easily flee unless it felt threatened. At least within this ancient ruin, something capable of threatening the Chaos Sword Embryo likely didn’t even exist. These junior Cultivators before it were entirely beneath its notice; it simply ignored them.

For a moment, the breathing of all the spectating Cultivators grew heavy. Every single one of them stared fixedly at that peerless figure whose radiance seemed to reflect the heavens. In this mountain range right now, Leng Tianyu was the absolute peak. No evenly matched opponent existed.

Meanwhile, as Jiang Hao flew back alongside Ji Qingxue and the others...

"Qingxue, over here!"

From a certain direction, dozens of figures waved at Ji Wufeng’s group. Each of them possessed a vigorous, overwhelmingly oppressive aura. Clearly, these Cultivators were another group of peerless prodigies from Nanling.

"Senior Brother Feng?"

"It’s Feng Qingyang of the Wind Race."

"Brother Qingyang."

The dozen of them flew toward the dozens of figures. The two groups of Nanling prodigies converging instantly formed a terrifying force. After a moment of thought, Jiang Hao also flew over to join them.

"Brother Jiang." Feng Qingyang and the others gave Jiang Hao a slight cupped-fist salute, but that was all. Their gazes didn’t linger on him.

At this moment, Jiang Hao’s aura was merely at the Spirit Transformation Second Stage. In contrast, the Nanling prodigies were mostly at the Spirit Transformation Third and Fourth Stages. While there were a few at the Second Stage, they were in the minority.

They had naturally overheard Jiang Hao’s earlier conversation with Leng Tianyu. Though they didn’t say anything, their eyes were full of mockery.

They sneered inwardly, "A mere prodigy dares to question the supreme Saint Son of Nanling?

"If the Tianyu Saint Son can’t subdue it, could you?

"What an absolute joke. If it weren’t for Ji Qingxue, you wouldn’t even have the qualifications to speak to the Ice Race’s Saint Son."

While everyone was lost in their own thoughts, high above the Endless Mountain Range, the elegant figure finally made a move.

With his long hair dancing in the wind, Leng Tianyu stared fixedly at the Chaos Sword Embryo and took a single step forward. The moment he stepped out, boundless frost seemed to manifest beneath his feet, rippling outward in all directions like water waves.

In an instant, the temperature across the entire mountain range plummeted. Countless gales of frost swept out of thin air, making it seem as if even the void itself was freezing over wherever they passed. As the frigid air swept across the mountains, countless ancient trees and leaves froze instantly, rapidly covered in thick frost.

In the blink of an eye, the entire world seemed to have plunged into the dead of winter. Frost rapidly formed and solidified around all the Cultivators as well.

"The Ice Race’s Secret Technique! It’s an Ice Race Secret Technique!"

In a flash, countless Cultivators paled in shock, their eyes filled with utter astonishment.

Even Jiang Hao’s eyes widened. This was his first time witnessing the terrifying power of a Secret Technique. It was incalculably more horrifying than a standard martial skill.