Chapter 616: Journeying Together With You (1/2)

“Wind, Thunder, Water, Fire, restore Qian and Kun!!”

Daoist Master Xuan Tian chanted, and the completely white sword in his hand quivered. Four talisman scripts immediately morphed profoundly around the sword’s tip. In a split second, astral wind, scorching flames, black ice, and a thunderclap burst out of the sword.

The astral wind gusted, breaking through the Seventy-two Roads abilities. The flames burned, destroying every protective art. The black ice sealed, pinning the target in place. Lastly, the thunder attacked, twisting over towards its target that was helpless to attack, defend, or flee.

The four styles of wind, thunder, water, and fire brought out the best in one another, coordinated with one another, exceptionally marvelous. Its endless intent to attack flowed continuously, mutually engendering and restraining each other. The Huan Zhen Headmaster could only barely fend this off, making all the cultivators watch dumbstruck.

“Four Styles Qian Kun Sword!!”

“This is the Four Styles School’s sect-protecting treasure?!”

“What a formidable magic weapon. These Four Styles spellcraft is really deserving of its reputation.”

“En, they are far more formidable than that arrogant Yue Dragon School.”

“That kind of garbage sect can only hoot and holler. It is obvious that this Four Styles School has not revealed its talent, for it acts without being exceptional.”

“Never heard of the Four Styles School.”

“You must be ignorant. This was once among Nine Dragons’ sects.”

The cultivators present hollered in satisfaction, crying out one after another. In his mind, the Yue Dragon Headmaster cursed, You flock of fools gossip about our death as if that was perfectly normal. As he thought this, the Yue Dragon Headmaster watched the duel on the arena with an expression of envy.

The Four Styles School competed against the Huan Zhen Sect for the title of Four Styles School. There were three contests, and they each had won one of the prior two. The last match would decide the victor. The two great headmasters personally took action, and their styles were naturally extraordinary.

The Huan Zhen Sect’s “Seventy-two Roads Huan Zhen Sword Chant” and the Four Styles School’s Four Spirits Supreme Exalted Sword Chant were not weak, but following the appearance of the “Four Styles Qiankun Sword” that was famous in the Azure Dragon Territory, the Huan Zhen Sect’s Supervoid magic weapon could not resist at all.

The Yue Dragon School Headmaster knew that the Four Styles School resided at Fire Eastern Island, relying on the topography to preserve itself relatively intact among the Nine Dragons Sects, but he had heard not so long ago that this Daoist Master Xuan Tian had been no more than at the Supercluster Late Stage bottleneck. He never imagined in a few months he would make a sudden breakthrough into Supervoid, making the Yue Dragon School’s headmaster endlessly envious.

“Hmph, but This School has Senior Old Pig. The Four Styles School cannot compare to This School.”

The Yue Dragon School inwardly reckoned as he looked to Old Pig.

The man narrowed his eyes, seemingly both asleep and awake, completely lacking even the slightest bit of vitality. His gaze occasionally swept over the cultivators present, the aura on his body brimming with killing intent that was condensed like swords. The Yue Dragon Headmaster was even more delighted when he saw this. You foolish cultivators, do not hesitate to mock us then. If you anger us, This Path’s Ancestor shall have you know his might.

“This sword is so incredible.”

Upon a pavilion, Wu Xinjie gazed at the Four Styles Qiankun Sword in awe.

“I really couldn’t tell. I even thought that the Four Styles School didn’t have anything.” Shi Yuan nodded.

“The Four Styles School mainly cultivates the Four Symbols Sword Chant. Each of the Sword Chants have their own specialization. Although this Four Styles Qiankun Sword will not place on the Spirit Sealing List, it is forged from the extent of the Four Styles School’s founder’s comprehension of the Four Spirits. The average Spirit Treasure is basically no match.” Tang Lianxin had stayed in the Four Styles School the longest, and she was the most understanding of the sect.

“So it turned out this Four Spirits Sword Chant is so powerful?” An Suwen had never heard of this before either.

“After all, this is one of Nine Dragons’ sects.” Wu Xinjie smiled.

Tang Lianxin nodded, “What Elder Brother cultivates is the Immemorial Purple Star Sword Chant, so of course Sisters would feel the Four Styles School is very weak.”

Back to the ring, at this time, the victor was already very clear.

The Huan Zhen Headmaster resisted with all his might, using everything he had, but Daoist Master Xuan Tian had only just broke through to Supervoid. His vigor and mood had unprecedented confidence. This sect-protecting treasure in his hands was like a fish back in water.

The duel was not to life or death, only to the extent of their abilities.

How could the Huan Zhen Sect be the Four Styles School’s opponent. Very quickly, the Huan Zhen Headmaster had no choice but to concede defeat.

“Congratulations. We now confer upon the Four Styles School ascension to the Four Styles Sword Sect.” Emperor Liang rose and addressed everyone present.

Thus, on the first day of the Alliance of Ten Conference, the Four Great Sword Sects were re-established.

The Divine Flame Sword Sect, the Shifting Flower Sword Sect and the Taiyi Sword Sect relied on their strong foundations to maintain their positions as the three sword sects. The Blooming Water Sword Sect did not have a Supervoid Cultivator and was finally supplanted by the Four Styles School, becoming the last Sword Sect – the Four Styles Sword Sect.

However, because of the contest later for the Three Palaces, Two Halls, and even One Path, there were still several variable before the Alliance of Ten Conference would end.

“Lianxin, Xinjie will soon have to trouble you to plead with Daoist Master Xuan Tian. Make them temporarily leave the White Horse Highlands for the nearby White Horse Ford to rest awhile.” Wu Xinjie turned her head to smile at Tang Lianxin: “It is better that the Four Styles School does not participate in the most wonderful of shows.”

Tang Lianxin nodded, understanding her plan.

Things are progressing smoothly as I imagined, but I wonder how smooth the progress between Young Lord and Wanyue is.

Wu Xinjie thought.

…

As if he was rousing from sleep, Su Xing opened his eyes. A wonderful and classical silhouette appeared in his fuzzy line of sight. That figure was filled with dejection, moving father and farther away. “Wanyue,” Su Xing recognized who this figure belonged to. In his heart, he was startled, and he hastily reached out his hand to grab her.

And his hand grasped something soft.

He heard a moan.

Slap.