Chapter 149 - 102: Cyan Tiger’s Fierce Appearance

Chapter 149: Chapter 102: Cyan Tiger’s Fierce Appearance

After he switched to cultivating the Six Interpretations of Life and Death, his Magical Power underwent a transformation. The originally translucent cyan Magical Power turned into a pure, solid cyan, and his Sword Light changed along with it.

The vast torrent of cyan Sword Light firmly suppressed Shengu. Two swords circled Shengu’s body, dancing so fast they almost blurred into two patches of gray mist to resist the onslaught of the torrent.

"Good technique, Fellow Daoist Li!" Shengu’s expression turned solemn. "Watch out!"

He didn’t form any hand seals; instead, two streaks of gray light shot from his eyes and submerged into the dual swords. The two Flying Swords suddenly merged, transforming into the phantom of a giant sword that expanded thousands of times in size. Its imposing might surged as it thrust upward against the torrent of Sword Light.

Li Yinsheng was somewhat surprised. Just now, Shengu had already unleashed several rather exquisite Sword Techniques, only to have them forcefully suppressed by his Yin Yang Light-Splitting Sword.

At the time, he had thought that it was no wonder Shengu loved sparring with people so much; it turned out the Sword Techniques he cultivated leaned toward the delicate and exquisite side, which required more Magical Combat to hone.

But the Technique he saw at this moment completely contrasted the previous exquisite style, becoming overwhelmingly forceful and indomitable.

"Bring it on!" Li Yinsheng’s eyes immediately lit up. He pointed his index and middle fingers together toward the converging torrent of Sword Light. "Come out!"

"ROAR—"

A soul-shaking tiger roar echoed from within the torrent of Sword Light as a massive, deep-cyan tiger paw reached out from the flow and pressed down on the giant sword.

"What kind of Sword Technique is this?" Shengu was taken aback.

A deep-cyan ferocious tiger, over a hundred zhang long, roused itself from the torrent of Sword Light. Three of its paws were supported by the Sword Light, while the remaining paw pressed down firmly on the giant sword, rendering it completely immobile.

It was the Profound Evil Sword. Li Yinsheng nodded in satisfaction.

The Profound Evil Sword, condensed and unleashed by one hundred and twenty-eight streaks of Sword Light, was an extremely formidable Magic even in Magical Combat between Daoists.

When different Cultivators used the Profound Evil Sword, the Fierce Beasts they condensed varied.

The first time his junior sister used it, she condensed a Python Fang. Later, as she mastered more and more Sword Lights, the ferocious manifestation she summoned when using the Profound Evil Sword would grow increasingly closer to a complete Python.

But when Li Yinsheng first executed the Profound Evil Sword, the Sword Light condensed into a tiger paw.

Now, unleashed by one hundred and twenty-eight Sword Lights, it was a Cyan Tiger taller than a small hill.

The Cyan Tiger pinned down the giant sword and opened its maw to bite down. Two streaks of gray light could vaguely be seen flaring up within the giant sword, seemingly wrestling with the Cyan Tiger.

However, in just a few breaths, countless cracks spread from where the Cyan Tiger bit down. In the blink of an eye, the giant sword shattered. The two streaks of gray light inside were swatted by the Cyan Tiger’s raised paw and sent spinning away.

Just as Shengu was about to recall his Flying Swords, the figure of the Cyan Tiger flashed in his Divine Sense. A tiger paw, larger than a house, was already looming over his head.

"Thank you for the match, Fellow Daoist Shengu." Li Yinsheng recalled his White Rainbow Sword and cupped his hands.

Shengu froze for a few breaths before bursting into boisterous laughter. "Impressive! Impressive! What a ferocious Sword Technique!"

He untied the Qiankun Bag at his waist and tossed it cleanly to Li Yinsheng. "Fellow Daoist Li, pick one yourself!"

"Then I won’t hold back. Thank you, Fellow Daoist Shengu." Li Yinsheng didn’t stand on ceremony. He caught the Qiankun Bag and took out a fist-sized, blood-red fruit.

"A Blood Jade Fruit?" Shengu was stunned. "That’s something for a Body Cultivator. You like this, Fellow Daoist?"

When he had listed the potential prizes earlier, although he had mentioned the Blood Jade Fruit, he had merely said it in passing, assuming Li Yinsheng would take some more valuable materials.

"There are several top-tier materials for a Refined Flying Sword in my bag. You just want this Blood Jade Fruit, Fellow Daoist?" he confirmed.

"That’s right, this item is enough." Li Yinsheng nodded, returning the Qiankun Bag to Shengu.

"Body Cultivator items aren’t worth much," Shengu said, shaking his head.

Li Yinsheng didn’t answer. He simply looked at Mu Xiaoyu, who was standing on the Qiluo Dian clapping not far away, and smiled faintly.

On the way back to Xuanzhen Temple, Li Yinsheng couldn’t help but sigh in realization that Sword Cultivators were truly a bunch of stubborn blockheads.

After Shengu’s defeat, Yunqiao had insisted on pestering him for a spar as well.

He hadn’t refused, but Yunqiao seemed to have only recently broken through to become a Daoist, and he didn’t have anything particularly precious on him to offer as a prize.

Therefore, Li Yinsheng simply agreed with the other party to use his junior sister’s registration fee as the prize.

As long as he won, the registration fee for his junior sister would be waived.

Thus, on this trip, not only had he not spent a single penny—just like at Zulu Temple—but he had also earned a net profit of one Blood Jade Fruit.

"If only every time I go out in the future I could return fully loaded like this," Li Yinsheng couldn’t help but marvel.

Shangguan Ling’Er rolled her eyes at him. "Just be glad that Cangfeng Temple only had two Daoists this time.

"The only Grand Daoist in their temple stays in the Dharma Vein all year round. He is only at Cangfeng Temple around the time of the Shifeng Conference. From the looks of it now, he probably hasn’t returned yet.

"If that Grand Daoist also insisted on dragging you into a spar, you would have really run into some trouble."

"Oh?" Li Yinsheng paused. "Is the Grand Daoist of Cangfeng Temple very strong?"

"He definitely isn’t weak," Shangguan Ling’Er replied. "You have to know, Grand Daoists can be divided into two categories.

"One category consists of those who feel there is no hope of condensing a Dharma Aspect. Therefore, their main energy is focused on developing their Dao Lineage, continuing their heritage, and prolonging their lifespan. They don’t accumulate much foundation for themselves, so relatively speaking, they aren’t as skilled at Magical Combat.

"The second category consists of those who have the ambition to condense a Dharma Aspect. Thus, they constantly pursue upgrading their Lifebound Treasures, cultivating stronger Magic and Techniques, and utilizing other methods that can enhance their foundations, all in hopes of improving the quality of the Dharma Aspect they condense.

"Yanyu is of the first category. She clearly has no intention of condensing a Dharma Aspect," Shangguan Ling’Er explained further. "But the Grand Daoist of Cangfeng Temple belongs to the latter. That’s why he spends all year mixing in the Dharma Vein, actively picking fights with the Demon Race to temper himself, while also exchanging contributions for resources from the Dharma Vein."

"Didn’t you say the Dharma Vein doesn’t draft Daoists?" Li Yinsheng asked.

"But if a Sword Cultivator Grand Daoist volunteers to join the defense line and resist the Demon Race, the Dharma Vein has no reason to refuse," Shangguan Ling’Er said.

"Miss Shangguan, do you know that Sword Cultivator Grand Daoist?" Li Yinsheng asked.

"I’ve heard of him, but I don’t know him personally," Shangguan Ling’Er replied. "That person lives a secluded life. If he isn’t cultivating, he’s off causing trouble for the Demon Race. He rarely socializes with Fellow Daoists, and on the rare occasions he does, it’s mostly just to spar."

"He doesn’t sound like someone to be trifled with," Li Yinsheng remarked. "Yet you were still so impolite at Cangfeng Temple? Weren’t you afraid that the Grand Daoist might have already returned?"

Shangguan Ling’Er arched her delicate eyebrows. "Are you implying that this lady should be afraid of him?"

She scoffed softly. "Sword Cultivators are indeed famous for being adept at slaughter and possessing tyrannical combat prowess, but that’s only in comparison to ordinary Cultivators.

"Ever since I began cultivating, I’ve defeated so many Sword Cultivators in the same Realm and with the same Cultivation that I’ve lost count.

"Other than Ningzhi, who is slightly—ahem—slightly capable of putting up a fight, this lady has never lost to anyone in the same Realm!

"Whether it’s a Sword Cultivator, a Body Cultivator, or a Thunder Cultivator from the Dharma Vein, I have the confidence to battle and emerge victorious!"

As she said this, she shot Li Yinsheng a sidelong glance from the corner of her eye.

Of course, if she had to fight a certain freak who was simultaneously a Sword Cultivator and a Body Cultivator, then she would need to reconsider things very carefully.