Dragon Tamer

Chapter 124 - 125 Sword Master vs. Painter

Chapter 124 - 125 Sword Master vs. Painter

Chapter 124: Chapter 125 Sword Master vs. Painter

Translator: 549690339

At Yao Mountain’s Peak, nearly reaching the clouds, a woman clad in Daoist robes with her hair tied up stood on the cliff’s edge. From there, one could overlook the entire Yaoshan Sword Sect.

As day turned to night, the mountains, manors, high pavilions, and pine pavilions below gradually became shrouded in the evening mist. The mountain streams and valleys nurtured the night’s damp essence. Just as the night mists were about to conceal the majestic mountain ranges, suddenly an invisible force swept through from a particular forest…

The clouds and mist that blanketed the mountains immediately dissipated, and from the highest peak, a colossal vacuum vortex first emerged in the cloud layer, followed by all the mists of Yao Mountain being swept into it.

The mountains, rocks, and peaks became incredibly clear, and even the night sky was cleansed!

Zhu Xuehen had intended to fly toward that forest to see who was behind this force, but ultimately, she returned to the pavilion on the peak, sitting alone on the grass, and slowly closed her eyes.

What significance is there in knowing who it is?

There are too many powerful beings that come and go in a flash.

In front of the manor, on the flat mountain plain:

A group of Sword Sect disciples stood on the edge of the plain, each with faces full of anticipation, their gazes flitting back and forth between two women.

“They’re going to fight, they’re going to fight!”

“The Big Disciple is about to duel with someone!”

“I heard it’s over a man. Could it be our Junior Xu Senior Brother?”

On the Bagua Giant Stone Platform that extended from the plain, Zi Miaozhu and Nan Lingsha stood on either side of the Yin-Yang dividing line. Dusk had passed, and lanterns had been lit around the giant stone platform.

The vigorous flames in the lanterns flickered, their light playing across the enchanting figures of the two women, exciting the onlooking disciples even more.

“Remove your veil and let me see your true face first,” said the Sword Sect’s Big Disciple, Zi Miaozhu.

“Who are you?” asked Nan Lingsha.

You…” Zi Miaozhu was so angered by this question that she trembled all over, unable to speak!

To think she had never regarded her at all from the very beginning!

Zi Miaozhu had never believed the words Zhu Minglang said; his relationship with this woman was definitely not clear-cut.

Even though Zi Miaozhu knew she was often unrequited, she wanted to understand where exactly she had lost!

This woman, by what right…

The wind picked up, fluttering the veil, and in that moment, Zi Miaozhu caught a glimpse of part of her side profile.

So beautiful.

How can a girl be so gorgeous?

Ah pah!

Fox Demon!

Reincarnation of a Demon Girl!

So this woman had relied on her beauty… well, unparalleled beauty, to bewitch her Senior Brother!

Yet, the one to stand by Senior Brother’s side cannot solely rely on looks.

Without peerless talent and exceptional wisdom, she still wouldn’t be worthy of Senior Brother. After all, he is a reincarnation of a holy spirit, one who has taken sword cultivation to its extreme. No rival exists for him, as he seeks the utmost simplicity and returns to the origin after reaching the ultimate peak!

“Senior Brother said you are the God and Mortal of his team. Show me what you’ve got and let’s see if you truly deserve to be by his side,” the Big Disciple of the Sword Sect, Zi Miaozhu said.

Nan Lingsha didn’t understand what the seemingly crazed woman was talking about.

She harbored no intent to fight, instead, her gaze was fixed on the nighttime scenery of Yaoshan Manor.

But suddenly, a chilling might erupted beside her. Although only a single sword flew toward her, it felt as if a massive iceberg from the high heavens was crashing down, its formidable and terrifying presence causing the surrounding disciples who had come to watch the excitement to scatter.

Aware of the strong hostility, Nan Lingsha counteracted by holding a brush in her hand and fluidly, swiftly drew a Tai Chi Mirror in the air!

With a single stroke, the ink Tai Chi spread out, becoming as large as the Bagua Giant Stone Platform underfoot, as if someone had erected the stone platform upright.

The spreading ink bore an invisible sturdiness that intercepted the iceberg-like sword in another section of the Tai Chi inky barrier.

The disciples were shocked, witnessing the Tai Chi Platform Nan Lingsha had drawn in front of her, hardly able to imagine that the Big Disciple’s powerful attack had been so easily blocked.

And Big Disciple Zi Miaozhu was equally astonished.

She had intended to retract some of her force, to avoid taking the other woman’s life, but she didn’t expect that her Iceberg Sword couldn’t even lift a corner of the other’s clothing or hair.

Such a formidable power of God and Mortality, was she wielding a paintbrush just now?

“Sword Master?” Nan Lingsha looked at Zi Miaozhu, only then a hint of ripples appeared in her eyes.

“Yes, I am one of the most prominent Big Disciples of the Yaoshan Sword Sect!” declared Zi Miaozhu with towering pride.

“Let’s see if you can stand against my ink sword,” Nan Lingsha said, and with that, she forcefully swept her brush through the air.

The ink, like the unsheathed edge of a sword, revealed a shadowy longsword beside Nan Lingsha.

As she swept the brush to the other side, another equally majestic stroke created a second Ink Shadow Longsword in the air!

Suddenly, Nan Lingsha cast her brush into the night sky. Like the two previous strokes, the brush wildly danced, freely expressing itself in midair.

Above Nan Lingsha, one Ink Shadow Longsword after another materialized out of thin air. Although all were outlined with dense black ink, these painted swords were vividly lifelike, exuding a chilly gleam!!

Clothed in a flowing long dress, Nan Lingsha stood poised in front of the ink Bagua, surrounded by the densely arrayed Ink Shadow Swords. Her veil fluttered, her hair danced in the wind, and her unworldly aura seemed to merge with the reality of painted shadows, stunningly beautiful yet so powerful it took one’s breath away!

Zi Miaozhu held the sword in her hand and looked at the scene before her, feeling utterly astonished.

All were mere paintings, yet they were even more terrifying than real sharp swords!

She gritted her teeth, determined not to be overwhelmed by the opponent’s momentum. She admitted that the other was a powerful God and Mortal, but she was not weak either! !

As the lights dimmed, Zhu Minglang walked along this gloomy path. The Abandoned Sword Forest probably lacked abandoned swords now, who knew how many years it would take for it to return to its previous grandeur.

The Sword Spirit Dragon was in the Spirit Realm, acclimating to its new environment.

Its crimson blade flew past the head of Big Black Tooth, who was getting drowsy to sleep.

Thinking it was a mosquito, Big Black Tooth shook his head a few times, annoyed, and opened his eyes…

Upon looking upward, Big Black Tooth’s originally hazy and closing eyes suddenly opened wide, filled with puzzlement.

Was that a sword that just flew by?

“Whoosh—”

The Sword Spirit Dragon flew deeper into the Spirit Realm, suddenly catching sight of a sanctified white figure, spreading its magnificent phoenix-like wings. Feathers like snowy cotton shone like crystals, beautiful and noble.

“Whoosh, whoosh!”

The Sword Spirit Dragon stopped in front of this White Dragon, as if it had seen an old friend.

Bai Qi too opened his blurry eyes, first startled by the sight of the crimson

Sword Spirit, then slowly recognizing it from the Sword Patterns on its body! Bai Qi yelled, playfully rolling towards the Sword Spirit Dragon like a cat.

“Whoosh!”

Bai Qi naturally recognized the Sword Spirit Dragon. When Zhu Minglang practiced his swordsmanship in the Abandoned Sword Forest, Bai Qi discovered a sword that could move on its own. Whenever bored, Bai Qi would chase this sword all over the forest.

Bai Qi had been slumbering all this while, never expecting that this once Tool Demon would become a Sword Spirit, and even transform into a Sword Spirit Dragon, appearing in this Spirit Realm!

Just like childhood friends reunited, Bai Qi was very happy, thus chasing the Sword Spirit Dragon all over the Spirit Realm.

The Sword Spirit Dragon was very fast. Little Bai Qi, already one of the fastest Dragon breeds, couldn’t keep up with the Sword Spirit Dragon’s nearly instantaneous speed.

The Sword Spirit Dragon clearly had its own consciousness and deliberately slowed down to accommodate its little playmate… “So you’ve known each other for some time?”

Zhu Minglang’s face was riddled with embarrassment.

He had been so focused on his sword practice that he hadn’t even noticed the gradual formation of the Sword Spirit. Bai Qi, who had been the White Soaring Dragon back then, had already been aware of its existence…

Qing Zhuo and Big Black Tooth both approached, curiously inspecting the Sword Spirit Dragon.

The Sword Spirit Dragon performed some illusions of sword shadows for them, duplicating from one to two, two to four, four to eight…

Shortly after, the Sword Spirits densely filled Zhu Minglang’s Spirit Realm.

They moved and danced in a synchronized fashion, dazzling the three dragons who reached out their pudgy paws to applaud, akin to children seeing a show for the first time.

Zhu Minglang found it amusing; his Spirit Realm seemed to be getting busier and busier.

The fourth Spirit Contract already had its owner, and he wondered what kind of extraordinary dragons he might encounter in the future, taking them around on fun adventures.

Zhu Minglang’s mood was more than just cheerful as he walked along the long stairs, feeling a slight, contented bounce in his step.

The Sword Spirit was nurtured by a myriad of abandoned swords, including famous swords like the Ink Shadow Long Sword, Tai Chi Mirror, Bagua

Platform… which had been around for countless years. Although the Sword Spirit hadn’t been awakened for long, its cultivation base was presumably close to that of Holy Spirits!

Thus, the Sword Spirit Dragon’s strength was likely not inferior to some of the elder disciples in the Sword Sect, and could even be stronger!

Zhu Minglang noticed that the Sword Soul Inscription was the source of the Sword Spirit Dragon’s power, and these inscriptions were the essence of each abandoned sword.

Many of its Sword Soul Inscriptions were dim, indicating that some of the ancient famous swords had not yet awakened.

If all the famous swords in the Abandoned Sword Forest turned into inscriptions of the soul and shone on the Sword Spirit Dragon’s body, the

Sword Spirit Dragon could undoubtedly surpass many Holy Spirit level beings!

Luckily, all the abandoned swords of the Abandoned Sword Forest had now merged with the Sword Spirit Dragon.

When the Sword Spirit Dragon was performing for the three dragons, Zhu Minglang saw many sleeping famous swords manifest.

He took them all in one go.

There would be plenty of time to slowly polish off their rust and awaken their fiery Sword Souls!

At that time, he would be unstoppable!

How could Zhu Minglang not hum a little tune, feeling buoyant and content?

With the Sword Spirit Dragon by his side, even if he were to return to Zhu Gate now, he would have the confidence to do so!

Moreover, Zhu Gate was a renowned name for crafting tools, and those unsealed inscriptions of the Sword Spirit Dragon might find more effective methods there!

Already powerful, yet there was room for even more strength!

The feeling of returning to Supreme Court Imperial City was just as joyful and carefree as when he first left the mountains….