Chapter 3 (1/2)

Translator: Lordbluefire  Editor: Lordbluefire

This sword canon should be something created by a martial ancestor named the Bright Peacock King.

Back then when Xia Qingchen roamed the world, he had once seen the Bright Peacock King displaying his sword art before. This was why he had some impression of it.

Swordsman Pingyang, who was originally laughing angrily, was startled. He surveyed Xia Qingchen in shock. “You actually recognize this sword art?”

Those who knew the origins of his sword art didn’t surpass five people in the Lone Cloud City. How did Xia Qingchen learn of it?

Xia Qingchen speechlessly walked over. He stretched out his hand. “Give me the sword, let me teach you what is the true [Peacock Sword Canon].”

“You, teach me?” Swordsman Pingyan was truly angry now.

He felt a deep humiliation.

As the number one martial tutor in Lone Cloud City, how many heaven chosens had he nurtured?

There only had been him guiding others, how would there be people who dared to say that they wanted to guide him?!

Today, a seventeen-year-old youngster actually dared to say something so arrogant. How could he not be enraged?

“Rotten wood, you are truly stubborn, beyond redemption!” Swordsman Pingyang flicked his finger and the might produced caused the purple seven-star sword to be embedded in the ground. “You want to guide me on my sword art, right? Fine, do as you wish! However, if you cannot make this old man submit, hehehe, I will no longer teach a student like you!”

Xia Qingchen looked apathetic. He walked forward and pulled out the purple seven-star sword.

Swordsman Pingyang watched icily from the side while laughing coldly in his heart. Most probably, Xia Qingchen didn’t even know how to hold a sword, right?

However, what surprised Swordsman Pingyang was that not only did Xia Qingchen skillfully hold the sword, but he could even create a sword flower in the air gracefully. Xia Qingchen sighed. “It has been a long time since I used a sword, I feel that I’m somewhat rusty now.”

After he had become invincible throughout the world, the Heaven Punishing Sword was sealed in its sheath. It was extremely rare for him to use it.

After getting a little familiar with the purple seven-star sword, Xia Qingchen glanced at Swordsman Pingyang. “Watch well then, I will only display this sword art once!”

As he spoke, his aura abruptly changed.

His calm eyes instantly turned sharp, shooting out beams of piercing starlight.

His entire body was like an unsheathed sword, brimming with sharpness!

“First stance: Peacock Spreads Its Tail!”

“Second stance: Shadowless Goose!”

“Third stance: Hundred Birds Return!”

It was as though Xia Qingchen was taking a leisure walk through a park. His footwork changed gracefully, complementing the slashing purple seven-star sword in his hand.

His sword moves reached perfection, completely devoid of flaws.

A hint of divine grace, which only manifested when one fully returned to the origins, formlessly began to flow forth.

In Swordsman Pingyang’s eyes, Xia Qingchen wasn’t displaying a sword art. He was a blade incarnation that was expounding the true essence of the swords.

That was the ultimate goal of those who pursued the sword path – One with the Sword!

Only a sword ancestor whose sword arts had reached the transformation level would be able to achieve this.

He was filled with disbelief. A seventeen-year-old youth actually reached the supreme realm of One with the Sword!

The wind rose, the clouds churned.

Shadows stopped, the sword halted.

Yet, the sword intent continued billowing forth relentlessly. It lasted for a long time before eventually fading.

Keng~

Xia Qingchen retracted his sword. He wasn’t too satisfied as he self-mocked, “I’ve truly grown rusty. I didn’t even manage to display such a simple sword canon well.”

In Swordsman Pingyang’s eyes, One with the Sword was the epitome of a flawless and wondrous sword art. But in Xia Qingchen’s eyes, this was nothing much!

Xia Qingchen casually waved his hand, impaling the purple seven-star sword in the ground before him. He placed his hands behind his back and spoke, “Although I only managed to display roughly about 70% to 80% of the [Peacock Sword Canon]’s essence, it is clearly much superior to yours! What the hell were you cultivating? Your sword moves are mixed, muddling the sword intent of each stance!”

Both were executing the [Peacock Sword Canon], but Swordsman Pingyang’s swordplay felt empty and weak, like a young child that was still developing. Its might was clearly way inferior.

Yet, Xia Qingchen managed to display the true intent this sword art ought to have. It was filled with profound mysteries, causing one to immerse themselves so deep to the point where they had no way to extricate themselves.

Swordsman Pingyang’s lips trembled. He was thinking hard, wanting to rebut.

However, he had nothing to say.

Xia Qingchen’s sword dao was clearly much higher than his. The difference between them was like the difference between the heavens and the earth.

“Your sword dao, which you are most proficient in, cannot even be compared to mine. But you still want to guide and tutor me?” Xia Qingchen’s eyes gleamed with a cold light.

Swordsman Pingyang felt chaos in his heart. This was the first time in his life that he met a youth whom he couldn’t see through.

“Sword techniques are only one of my specialties. This old man is still proficient in four other areas. Look carefully!” Maybe he still wished to prove himself and protect his prestige as a martial tutor.

Hence, he executed his finger arts that he was similarly extremely proficient in.