Da Xuan Martial Saint-Chapter 628 - 369: Sword Questions Qiankun_2

Chapter 628: Chapter 369: Sword Questions Qiankun_2

Chen Mu stood in the center of the arena, offering no rebuttal. Facing the oppressive momentum of many top grandmasters, he remained composed and unchanged in expression. It must be true, there could be no falsehood—indeed, a Qiankun Grandmaster had emerged, born in the land of Da Xuan in the Cold North!

“He really did it.”

Xia Yu’r’s gaze still carried a hint of disbelief.

The previous generation of Hehuan True Inheritance, the Yingmoon Twins, all believed that Chen Mu might be the future’s Heavenly Mandate. They thought that they should invest in Chen Mu, but initially, she did not think so. Her final decision was made because of Chen Mu’s background and personality—his lack of discrimination towards the Hehuan Sect, and his treating of beggars and Martial Men alike.

But unexpectedly, Chen Mu really did it, and at just the age of thirty-three, he had stepped into the Grandmaster Realm. This was not merely becoming a Qiankun Grandmaster but also becoming one of the youngest grandmasters of his time!

At this age, stepping into Marrow Cleansing…

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Xia Yu’r’s heart stirred with a thought, as she watched Chen Mu in simple robes, calmly facing numerous top grandmasters in the arena. Her body couldn’t help but tremble slightly—perhaps this person was indeed the man of Heavenly Mandate?

“So it is, so it is.”

Liu Tong also looked towards the arena, his eyes revealing shock, and he couldn’t help murmuring repeatedly.

No wonder Chen Mu had been unstoppable in the land of Han Prefecture, even slaying grandmasters like Tuguhou. Now it all made sense; having stepped into the Marrow Cleansing Realm, achieving grandmaster status in the Qiankun Path—even if just entering Marrow Cleansing with a nascent Martial Body—was beyond reach for ordinary grandmasters, unshakable except by top grandmasters.

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In the arena.

Chen Mu was scrutinizing that mass of primal Vital Energy. If the Qiankun Eight Phases was the epitome of “Order”, then this mass of primal Vital Energy was the epitome of “Chaos”, the two extremes also giving rise to many insights in his heart.

Until he sensed Jiang Changsheng’s surging Sword Intent pressing over from one side, did he finally slightly constrict his gaze, turning his eyes towards Jiang Changsheng, towards the figure in the green-clothed long robe.

Jiang Changsheng.

A top grandmaster of the Cold North.

Elder of the Heavenly Sword Sect, master of the true disciple Gu Hong.

Jiang Changsheng had seen him before, but he had never seen Jiang Changsheng. Jiang Changsheng was a name that had always been only a part of rumors. In earlier years, even a mere Gu Hong had put pressure on him, not to mention his master, the renowned Longevity Sword, a top grandmaster who dominated the Eleven Northern States of the Cold North, an elusive and imposing figure.

But now,

after more than a decade of arduous cultivation, progressing step by step to the top, Gu Hong, Zuo Qianqiu… He had left all his peers far behind and finally reached the level of Jiang Changsheng.

Chen Mu looked at Jiang Changsheng, calmly scrutinized him, took in his Longevity Sword Intent, then shook his head lightly and said, “There’s no need to test the Qiankun; wait till you’ve entered the Blood Exchange, then come back.”

It was not intended as an insult,

nor was he uninterested in the Longevity Sword.

The gap was simply too large, making a duel meaningless. At the summit of Yunni Sky Peak, he had used the Qiankun to challenge the Heavenly Sword wielding the Mysterious Heavenly Sword Diagram—he had indeed earned his right to make a move against him then, but Jiang Changsheng was not qualified.

Dueling him now would be like striking a brass column, shattering into dust and fragments…. After all, Jiang Changsheng used to be Qin Mengjun’s opponent, but now Qin Mengjun had already stepped into the Blood Exchange; he did not want to break the Longevity Sword for Qin Mengjun.

Qin Mengjun needed an opponent to hone her Martial Arts.

However,

when Chen Mu’s words reached Jiang Changsheng’s ears, his face turned cold in an instant.

Was he asking him to return after entering the Blood Exchange?

Was this an insult?

Or was it suggesting that Qin Mengjun struggled for over a decade and only then achieved breakthrough to step ahead into the Blood Exchange Realm before him, while he had not yet taken that step, still stuck in the Marrow Cleansing Realm?

“Is this how Qin Mengjun taught you?”

Jiang Changsheng stared at Chen Mu and said, “Although you have broken through the Mysterious Pass and cultivated the Qiankun, if you now underestimate everyone in the world, it’s not an unbeatable martial intent but merely arrogance. Martial Arts measures not only the depths of others but also the understanding of one’s own strengths and weaknesses. In that case, let me, on Qin Mengjun’s behalf, give you a lesson.”

It was Qin Mengjun who had stepped into the Blood Exchange, not Chen Mu!

Even as a Qiankun Grandmaster, Jiang Changsheng treated him as an equal, but such words were indeed too rude!

Hum!!

Almost at the very next moment, Jiang Changsheng’s right hand swung horizontally, and the three-foot blade of the Longevity Sword sang as it was drawn!

This three-foot blade quietly fell into his hand, and for a moment, his entire being seemed to merge with the sword in his hand, the domain of the Sword Dao, the martial body of the Sword Dao, the Sword Intent clear and penetrating heaven and earth.

Jiang Changsheng.

He was born sickly, weak and with soft bones, spending years soaked in medicinal pots, only learning to walk at the age of seven. A wandering Taoist named him ‘Longevity’ and treated his Qi-Blood, allowing him gradually to grow up.

He touched a sword at ten, understood Sword Momentum at twelve, entered the Heavenly Sword Sect, struggled in the Outer Sect, faced defeat, humiliation, and after enduring great hardships, he entered the Inner Sect, faced defeat again, sought love in vain, was abandoned, faced yet more defeat… After a despondent five years, he finally had an epiphany one day in the reeds, cultivating the Heart Sword, becoming the top of the Inner Sect, honored as a True Disciple, failed to comprehend the Heavenly Sword, then cultivated his heart, later cultivated detachment, and then practiced amidst the mortal world, various Sword Intents solidifying, finally converging into the unique Longevity Sword Dao!

This sword.

After countless setbacks, breaking numerous times, riddled with scars, but all these fractures and breaks ultimately contributed to the refinement of this sword, until it gave birth to today’s Longevity Sword.

This swing was directed at Chen Mu, the target was Chen Mu, but in reality, it was aimed at that domain of Qiankun, a sword strike that Jiang Changsheng asked of the universe of Qiankun, a swing he had long thought of, a swing he always intended.

In his eyes.

By this time, Chen Mu had quietly ceased to be a human figure and seemed to have transformed into that vast universe of Qiankun, and he, having weathered the storms, finally reached the summit of the mountain, swinging that unyielding sword toward Qiankun!

At this moment, whether it was Hai Qianyuan, Kongji, or Tuoba Xi, their gazes all shifted.

They almost all sensed the uniqueness of Jiang Changsheng’s sword strike, that swing carrying a certain will of his own, achieving a true unity of body, mind, and sword, quietly breaking open a slight gap at the very pinnacle!

“He…”

Tuoba Xi’s gaze turned stunned.

As the oldest top Grandmaster in the Cold North, known for a hundred years as the Absolute Blade, he was most familiar with Jiang Changsheng’s current state; he knew that with this sword swing, Jiang Changsheng had poured out all his pent-up thoughts, subtly transforming his Sword Dao, and that with just a bit more refinement and cultivation, he could step into the ranks of the unparalleled.

If his hand could also swing such a blade, shattering the mental barrier created by Gongyang Yu’s ‘Heavenly Blade’, then he too could make that step, but having struggled for a century, he had never managed to make such a swing. Could he achieve it?

“Jiang Changsheng, indeed, is Jiang Changsheng.”

Hai Qianyuan looked intently at Jiang Changsheng’s sword strike, but in his heart, he sighed; this step taken was not just an elevation of the Sword Dao, but perhaps also the life-and-death threshold of the Blood Exchange, would now be unimpeded. The future Jiang Changsheng would not only be an unparalleled Grandmaster but would also step into the Blood Exchange, and there was a very good chance he would become someone who could stand shoulder to shoulder with Heavenly Blade Gongyang Yu.

From this sword swing onward, the other top Grandmasters of the Cold North would no longer be a match for Jiang Changsheng, all would have to retreat in deference.

This place would witness the rise of a Qiankun Grandmaster, a newly risen Qiankun Grandmaster, allowing Jiang Changsheng to question the universe with his sword, swinging that lifelong harbored sword, it must be said that it was by Heavenly Mandate, it was Jiang Changsheng’s opportunity.

Swoosh.

From the moment this sword was swung, grand and magnificent, with its Sword Intent flamboyant, to the moment it stabbed forward, all its sharpness converged into one, transforming into a simple and plain sword strike, devoid of any trace of vulgarity.

It was like an extremely ordinary mortal, after suffering countless pains and torments, stabbing a sword toward the heavens, seemingly for nothing more than to vent his inner resentment, with hardly any force to speak of, even the blade’s edge was so plain.

This sword finally reached Chen Mu.

Ding.

A faint sound of the sword ringing out.

Chen Mu brought his forefinger and middle finger together, lightly clasping the sword blade between them at his front.

Similarly appearing plain and without any grand majesty, as if merely lifting a hand with a light touch of the fingers was enough to contain Jiang Changsheng’s Longevity Sword, infused with a lifetime’s worth, right before him, making it ring out yet unable to advance.

“I take back what I said earlier.”

Chen Mu clasped his fingers around the sword and caused the three-foot green blade to tremble slightly, and slowly said, “Your Longevity Sword, indeed, is quite something.”

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