Chapter 30 The God in Your Eyes (1/2)

Shen Lian was still holding the sandalwood sword he made himself, the scent of sandalwood calmed him down.

He still felt irritated. It was just as the ice in the summer, though cooling it could never undo the scorching heat in its entirety.

The young man let his hand roam over Yan's body. Yan blushed and moaned reflexively under his touch. Suddenly, the young man increased his strength and got violent. Yan yelped in response, as though she was complaining to the young man.

”Who is your Master? I still haven't made you pay for the last time you hurt me.” The young man had black lines at the corner of his eyes which added on to his evil appeal.

”You babble too much.”

With a flick of his wooden sword, it was as though a wave of wind and rain came along with it.

Shen Lian did not learn his swordcraft from anyone. Despite the shadows from the movement of the sword, the attack with the wooden sword did not seem destructive.

Rather than an actual fighting move, it looked more like child play.

In the eyes of the young man, the attack looked different. The tip of the sword was vibrating, and it was giving off numerous light dots.

Each and every one of the dots was bright and pure.

Shen Lian's eyes dimmed slightly, but the light dots brightened up immensely.

The outsiders could not see the light dots. The young man was the only one who could.

This was an extension of the Deity Vanquishing Sword, and it had a mysterious and special power - it could capture and kill human spirits. It was not a typical martial art move, and it was not an inner essential Qi either; it could not split stones and break apart stele, but to the young man, what it could do was way scarier.

Every human had a spirit and soul. Whatever that the heart wished would have turned into thoughts. In some cases where the thoughts had been persistent, they would have attacked themselves to something. After a certain period of time, the thoughts would have manifested themselves into either a deity or a demon.

The essence of the young man was human thoughts – thoughts manifested from greed and desires. It had a certain mystically quality to it, and even though it was impure, it could exist independently.

Similarly, if Shen Lian felt irritated by him, it would mean that his essence would be that of irritation.

Shen Lian's mind was free of distracting thoughts, and his spirit was pure.

This had a restraining effect on the demonic influence.

He remembered a long time ago, there was someone who gave him the same feeling.

It was a mortal man, who was also a scholar. His thoughts were righteous, and his vigor was focused.

He destroyed the temple for his five brothers and broke their golden statues. They ended up drifting aimlessly in the world. Through bewitching Xu Hong, they managed to recover slowly.

Shen Lian's attack was impractical, if a martial art expert from Jianghu were to see, he would not be impressed at all. However, it had its merits – an excellent tempo.

The fight between martial art experts was not just about good moves. It would take more than that to overpower one's opponent and to be one of the best in the world.

Just as the simple move of 'green pines welcoming their guests'; like the gentle breeze that passed through the green pines in the mountains, and the move would be a curvature one.

However, if one were to use that move too early, the opponent would have expected it and attack one's opening.

Because the moment one put his full strength into it, it would be hard to change the direction, and thus doomed to failure.

However, if one were to delay and missed the right timing, the opponent's subsequent attack would catch one by surprise. 'Green pines welcoming their guests' would turn into the skill of 'leaving oneself open to attacks'.

Shen Lian's move was a random move without a name. It did not have any notable changes. However, its vibrating tip created overlapping shadows of the sword, and it was hard to tell the shadows apart from the actual sword. On top of that, Shen Lian had the option of attacking from any direction.

The young man pulled Yan in front of him and used her as a shield.

He was a demonic god without any care for the sense of propriety, justice, integrity, and honor. Justice, morality, and humanity meant nothing to him; the only thing he cared about was himself.

The wooden sword made crackling sound mid-air, it sounded like the clear and short tune of when gold and rocks collided.