Martial Arrogance Dragon Soul-Chapter 394 - 375: A Fine Line in the Way of the Sword

Chapter 394: Chapter 375: A Fine Line in the Way of the Sword

Over the course of the following month,

Qin Qing trained in swordsmanship daily under Zhu Jirong.

Zhu Jirong taught without reservation, sharing his insights into the Sword Path with great care.

As the instruction continued, Zhu Jirong grew increasingly astonished.

He discovered that Qin Qing faced no bottlenecks in understanding the Sword Path; if not for the current limitations of his cultivation, Zhu Jirong had no doubts that Qin Qing could comprehend a realm of the Sword Path as high as his own.

Zhu Jirong was a Sword Saint.

He represented the peak of Sword Path comprehension in this world!

Understanding the Sword Path is inherently more difficult than other paths, such as the Spear Path, which is relatively easier by comparison.

Thus, Sword Saints on the Tian Nian Star are quite rare, the current Sword Saints could be counted on one hand.

On this day,

Zhu Jirong did not continue to instruct Qin Qing.

He believed that with Qin Qing’s current level of cultivation, there was nothing more to teach, for Qin Qing’s realm had reached a state of saturation.

And what followed, Zhu Jirong did indeed take Qin Qing and Zhu Linglong to an entirely new place!

Ahead lay a narrow passage.

Its shape was extraordinarily peculiar, resembling a rift in the sky.

It was like a massive stone cliff that had been cleaved in half by a sword, creating a slice in the middle.

This slice was wide enough for one or two people side by side at its broadest, and at its narrowest, it barely allowed a single person to pass through.

On either side were cliffs thousands of feet high.

"Qin Qing, for the next month, you will practice here!"

Zhu Jirong pointed towards the rift ahead.

"In here?"

Qin Qing slightly furrowed his brows, looking somewhat puzzled.

"Just come closer and see!" Zhu Jirong said.

Qin Qing nodded slightly and walked towards the rift.

"Whoosh...whoosh...whoosh..."

As he approached the rift, Qin Qing heard a series of faint whooshing sounds.

They were the sounds of Sword Qi sailing through the air!

Qin Qing’s gaze sharpened.

"Yes, that’s the sound of Sword Qi!"

Zhu Jirong regarded Qin Qing, "In fact, I did not delve into the Sword Path for the first fifty years of my training."

Zhu Jirong’s words surprised Qin Qing.

"I had been practicing with hammers, dual hammers."

"Until one day—I came here and saw this Sword Path."

Zhu Jirong pointed forward.

"The Sword Path?"

"Yes, this is the Sword Path, a true Sword Path! It is said to have been split open by a sword from an ancient cultivator of unfathomable depth!"

Upon hearing this, Qin Qing was even more astounded.

This rift, it was actually created by a sword strike?

Considering that the mountain cliff was at least several hundred feet high and made of solid stone,

could a Sword Saint cleave such a mountain in one stroke?

Of course, it was possible.

For example, Zhu Jirong, with the cultivation of a Martial Saint, could naturally split a stone mountain with one sword strike, but—

To split it as precisely as this rift, deep yet without destroying the cliffs on either side, Zhu Jirong couldn’t do it.

"Was that predecessor also a Sword Saint?" Qin Qing asked.

"Ha ha..." Zhu Jirong chuckled, "Perhaps even more than that?"

"More than that?" Qin Qing furrowed his brows. In his understanding, the peak of the Sword Path was the Sword Saint, right?

Raising a martial technique to its peak, reaching the realm of Returning to Purity and Simplicity, one could be called a Saint.

Like a Sword Saint, that would be the end of the Sword Path.

"A Sword Saint is not the end of the Sword Path..." Zhu Jirong’s eyes showed a longing light, "Above a Sword Saint, there are the legends of..."

He paused, smiling and shaking his head, "Alright... It’s pointless to discuss this with you now. You should just focus on your current path, and when the time is right, you’ll naturally learn more."

Qin Qing nodded slightly, putting his questions aside for the moment.

But the curiosity about a higher level of the Sword Path took root in his heart like a seed.

One day, this seed would surely sprout, and even grow into a towering tree; for now, as his master Zhu Jirong has said, he should concentrate on the path before him...

"Senior Qin!"

At that moment, Zhu Linglong spoke.

Previously, Zhu Linglong had addressed Qin Qing by his full name.

Though Qin Qing was older, her cultivation level was higher than his.

Before Qin Qing had entered the Golden Core Realm, she was already in the Golden Core Realm.

But... After the battle at Stone Mountain and the subsequent challenges called by the disciples of Tai’a Academy, Zhu Linglong had come to greatly admire Qin Qing.

Qin Qing might still have a lesser cultivation, but his strength was definitely above hers.

"I entered this Sword Path last year, but I only stayed inside for five days. It was precisely because of those five days that I succeeded in condensing my Golden Core!"

Zhu Linglong looked at Qin Qing, "Your talent is stronger than mine, I believe you can stay inside for more days, comprehending even more Sword Intent!"

Qin Qing nodded slightly, without saying much.

"Go on in!" Zhu Jirong said.

Afterward, Qin Qing and Zhu Linglong both entered the Sword Path one after the other.

"Whooo!"

Upon entering, Qin Qing immediately felt a whistling wind by his ears.

It was the omnipresent ringing of swords.

The formidable figure of the past had with a single stroke slashed down, splitting the stone mountain directly, and though the Sword Qi had dissipated, the remnants percolated into the stone walls on both sides and still roamed within the rift.

The screeching Qin Qing heard was the Sword Intent left on the stone walls and the roaming Sword Qi in the middle.

The deeper he walked inside, the denser became the sounds of sword ringing, and Qin Qing even started to feel a piercing sensation on his skin.

It was the power of Sword Intent!

Qin Qing closed his eyes, and in an instant, he felt it enveloping him clearly, as if countless strands of Sword Qi were dancing in the air, wrapping around him.