Novel Full Chapter 326: Pulling a Sword, With the Wrong Script
Chen Ming eyed the area, That should end all annoyances, no?
Need to get them all imprisoned!
Chen Ming stood among the people and a rough look gave him an estimate of ten thousand people.
Yet they’re too mixed. But how was he going to get these mixed fishes back?
Chen Ming said, “Behave yourselves and follow me. Those that aren’t good will die, you know!”
He was talking nonsense but they could still feel the pressure emanating from him. This Star Dragon is too strong. I see now why every other faction says there must never be two Star Dragons, except of the same gender!
No wonder the fiends couldn’t pass down such a formidable bloodline.
If they did, these stars would belong to them alone.
As for the talk regarding two Star Dragons, this topic was utter nonsense in the immortal world since the sibling would always marry to pass on the bloodline.
To safeguard the purity of their bloodline the immortal world had always have sibling marriages, it was tradition. If the heir would be from one with another bloodline, it would thin out instead.
When everyone resigned themselves to fate, a sword ringing came from all directions.
The mountains danced, the earth trembled, and the clouds scattered for thousands of li.
The ringing struck Chen Ming’s side and made him cough blood!
Chen Ming braced himself with a hand on the ground, darting his eyes left and right. The cultivators also shook and spewed blood. Chen Ming rose to his feet and looked in the sword ringing’s direction. What weapon is this?
Immortal equipment?
As if, no immortal equipment is this outrageous!
This place doesn’t have immortals, and even if it does, none are this freaky!
I have an immortal’s power, so how is it that a sword thousands of li away can harm an immortal?
What kind of joke is this?
A Headless Assembly genius said, “That’s Ember!”
“Ember has awoken, Tian Bushou’s sword!”
“It has long left the rank of immortal behind and is now one step away from becoming a soul weapon!”
Chen Ming was perplexed, “Soul weapon? What kind of thing is that?”
Someone, apparently, didn’t mind his question, “A soul weapon can break a Martyr’s weapon and if a Martyr is cut down with it, he has no chance of revival. The true and powerful rulers, holders of a Tree of Martyr, all have such weapons in their grasps!”
“Ember has the potential of becoming a soul weapon. It is a weapon that goes beyond immortal equipment, one that the Immortal Kings posses. They are known as Martyr weapons.”
Yet Chen Ming didn’t find it alarming at all, “Listen to me, everyone, rush to the exit!”
They looked at him as if he was a mental case. In Chen Min’s heart, Why the look?
Another sword ringing came!
The land was now a meter shorter and Chen Ming coughed blood again, pain assaulting his chest.
This is the reason for those looks. The sword is far from finished!
If this went on, all the people here would be shaken to death!
This would ruin Chen Ming’s plan of having them wrote down scriptures. Making a painstaking effort to rake them of their scriptures, and even immortal scriptures at that, Chen Ming wasn’t about to have it all taken away without a fight.
What I can’t have is that I’m still here!
Chen Ming flicked his eyes over the crowd still sprawled on the ground. He got up and the cloud beneath his feet carried him towards the ringing’s source.
I have to put a stop to it!
He was also quite intrigued by this Ember sword too, I wonder if I can tame such a grand sword.
Flying for a while now, he has yet to encounter a third ringing when, Am I going to handle it this easily?
Chen Ming landed and saw a collapsed mountain’s side. The ringing came and his hands shifted, making a Buddhist gesture to defend himself.
As the saying went: A Daoist fond of swords falls short against a monk!(1)
A monk’s arts were based on defense!
Chen Ming’s vision blurred but, a breath later, he rushed towards the source.
Flying for half a day he saw everything in disarray, the ground razed of any living thing.
Chen Ming suddenly saw a sorry figure going away from the Eight-foot Embers’ direction, Eh? It’s that map selling fatty!
The shouted at him, “Run away! I wanted to sell coffins to the soon be dead people, but Ember is angry!”
Chen Ming’s take, Sh*t! You are one damn clever kid!
Only you could come up with such a thing as selling coffins to the soon be dead people!
You’re a whole new level of genius!
Chen Ming said, “There’s no use running. It’s impossible to leave.”
The fatty was dejected, “Then what do we do?”
“Need you ask? We have to talk with Ember!”
Chen Ming roamed his eyes over the fatty but for some reason, there was not a scratch on this Dao Initiation realm cultivator, “You’re not injured?”
He slapped his fat stomach, “All thanks to this!”
Chen Ming: …
The two sped towards Ember. Chen Ming soon saw a cliff where the sword laid.
Ember was five-foot-long, a greatsword.
Its blade was spotless white, with a guard on the handle. It was hard for one to disarm it with a guard attached, making it a clear hegemon blade.
Ember stabbed into the cliff, unaffected by its might.
Chen Ming could see it from far away and liked it at first sight. How happy will Zhuo Qingyao be if she holds it?
Chen Ming flew on the cliff and reached for it!
The fatty shouted, “That’s Ember! Old geezer, don’t annoy it any further!”
Chen Ming grasped Ember, “Ding! Ember is assessing. As you have King Slayer Aura lvl2, it reached 50%… Ember shall continue the assessment…”
Eh? Just 50%?
The assessment reached 50% with no sign of budging. Chen Ming came up with something, At times like these, it is pretty common to have the right words to pull it out.
“I cannot be your master but I have a disciple you will definitely like.”
Still 50%, still unmoving.
Chen Ming mulled over any other Main Character lines he knew, “Rise for me!”
Ever 50%, ever unmoving.
Chen Ming said, “Follow me and the name of Ember shall reach every corner of the world!”
Still 50%, still as silent, and still unmoving.
(1) Daoists use swords through which they channel their techniques. To drive evil spirits away and to practice Daoism. They believe the sword was god-given, a weapon for acting on behalf of heaven.