Nine Yang Sword Saint - Chapter 155

Chapter 155: Learning the Hidden Sect’s Sword Art, Shocking the Demon Woman!

“If you aren’t going to do it, then you shall die here without any burial grounds,” Dugu Fengwu spoke indifferently before she turned her delicate body and then walked out.

When Yang Dingtian followed her to the inn’s main hall, all the clamor suddenly went silent.

It was as though the entire place had frozen in place. All the men who were staring at Dugu Fengwu had instantly forgotten about everything they were doing, as they just stared blankly.

“Lady Gongsun, Lady Gongsun…”

A few minutes later, everyone present was greeting Lady Gongsun. Everyone bowed in unison towards Dugu Fengwu. Even though their eyes were burning with passion, there weren’t any more of those lustful eyes, as there were only eyes of the utmost admiration. It was as though some fanatic fans seeing their idols back on modern-day Earth.

That’s right, Third Lady Gongsun was just so famous and was able to cause all these men to go crazy.

“Please let us through…” Dugu Fengwu nodded lightly and spoke in a soft voice. In an instant, everyone in the main hall opened up a pathway, while they saw Dugu Fengwu off with intoxicated eyes. As for Yang Dingtian at the back, he might be cool and handsome, but he was still ignored by all the men present.

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After boarding the carriage that was heading for Divine Weapons Manor, Yang Dingtian and Dugu Fengwu sat opposite each other.

Yang Dingtian shifted his gaze unnaturally as this woman in front of him was truly excessively charming. It was strange because Dugu Fengwu wasn’t as attractive to him.

This “Third Lady Gongsun” in front of him was so mesmerizing that he didn’t even dare to take another glance.

“Demon woman. Impersonating a disciple of the Hidden Sect has a very grave consequence, an extremely grave consequence…” Yang Dingtian stated.

Dugu Fengwu said, “I didn’t ask you to go and say that you are a disciple of the Hidden Sect. I just need you to give off that feeling that you are a disciple of the Hidden Sect.”

“That is also considered courting death,” Yang Dingtian replied.

The Hidden Sect was the real number-one sect of the world.

In the Primal Chaos World, the Hidden Sect was of the supreme existence and exceedingly refined, much more than the Yin Yang Sect and Mystic Heaven Sect.

The Hidden Sect was mysterious yet powerful, flagging yet noble.

During the previous two world extinguishing battles due to the Evil Dao, the final savior was always the Hidden Sect. But after saving the world, the Hidden Sect would immediately go in seclusion and would never try to boss around in the world.

If it weren’t for the world being in danger, the members of the Hidden Sect would never even appear in the world.

Thus, the Hidden Sect was the unquestionable leader of the Heaven Dao Union. Once the disciples of the Hidden Sect came out into the world, all the prestigious factions would be paying their respects.

In short, impersonating a Hidden Sect’s disciple was a sin that carried a huge consequence because all the disciples of Hidden Sect were considered as the future’s number-one martial expert of the world, the number-one leader of the Heaven Dao Union. Their statuses were much higher than Zhu Hongxue and even Dongfang Bingling.

Dugu Fengwu said coldly, “Do you think you have a choice?”

It was true. Did Yang Dingtian have a choice now? Obtaining the Mystic Fire Devil Hammer was more important than anything else. Furthermore, if the demon woman instructed him to do it, he didn’t have the qualification to reject it as well.

Immediately after, Yang Dingtian recalled something important and said, “Hidden Sect’s disciples are all extremely formidable. If I impersonate one and yet don’t have competent cultivation, wouldn’t I be easily exposed?”

“Who would dare to go against a Hidden Sect’s disciple?” Dugu Fengwu said, “It is because you are so weak; thus, it is safer for you to impersonate a Hidden Sect’s disciple. Otherwise, you would be killed more than 10,000 times.”

Subsequently, Dugu Fengwu took out a piece of green leaf ornament and handed it over to Yang Dingtian. “Wear this on your neck and find a chance for the Divine Weapons Manor’s owner to see it.”

“What is this?” Yang Dingtian asked.

“It is a special ornament that only the Hidden Sect’s disciples have. Only a rare few individuals know about this,” Dugu Fengwu replied.

“Then why do you have this?” Yang Dingtian couldn’t help but ask.

“What does that got to do with you?” Dugu Fengwu spoke in a frustrated tone, as though she was especially unwilling to say it.

“Hurry up and wear it. Don’t force me to do it,” Dugu Fengwu threatened.

Yang Dingtian used his hands to feel this dark green leaf ornament. There was an instant rush of mysterious and refreshing presence into his body, which relaxed the entire body.

It was unquestionable that this item was real. The real ornament that belonged to the Hidden Sect.

After wearing this, matters had just become serious, and the consequences would be awfully grave.

Yang Dingtian gritted his teeth and wore the leaf ornament on his neck.

No wonder Dugu Fengwu came to the Divine Weapons Manor with such confidence, it was because she already had a plan in advance.

Of course, Yang Dingtian also had a plan to come and borrow the Mystic Fire Devil Hammer, but his plan was even more dangerous and had a less possibility of borrowing it.

“You are a madwoman. I will probably die because of you,” Yang Dingtian spoke with hatred.

“Your puny life is already in my hands,” Dugu Fengwu spoke indifferently.

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“Get down of the carriage,” Dugu Fengwu spoke when the carriage stopped all of a sudden.

“Are we already at the Divine Weapons Manor?” Yang Dingtian asked.

“If I tell you to get off, you just need to get off. Why do you ask so much?” Dugu Fengwu said with an annoyed tone as though she had just eaten some gun powder.

After Yang Dingtian got off the carriage, that coachman bowed to Dugu Fengwu before taking out an elixir to consume and left.

The coachman didn’t speak a single word from start to finish. He was obviously a coachman from the Evil Dao that was acting as a spy in the Heaven Dao Union. That elixir he just consumed was probably a kind of drug that would make him forget everything that he saw today.

This place was a secluded and remote valley that had a pristine lake in the middle and was surrounded by green bamboos.

“Now, I will teach you a set of sword art. It is the Hidden Sect’s Swaying Calamity Crossing Sword. It has a total of ten moves, and each move has ten different forms, while every form has ten different variations. In short, it is the most complicated sword art, and you only have six hours to learn it.” Dugu Fengwu said, “I don’t expect you to execute it proficiently with charm, but at least memorize it and at least have the form in appearance. Do you hear me? If you cannot do it, then there is no need to go to the Divine Weapons Manor. I will take off your dog head right here.”

“What? Is there going to be a martial contest later on?” Yang Dingtian asked.

“Martial contest? You would be immediately slaughtered if you were to join any. It is just in case, and it will allow you to use it to intimidate people,” Dugu Fengwu explained.

Originally, Yang Dingtian wanted to ask why did Dugu Fengwu know the Hidden Sect’s sword art, but from her attitude, he wouldn’t be able to get an answer.

“Take a proper look. I am going to execute the first sword move of the Swaying Calamity Crossing Sword, River Tears!”

Just as her voice went silent, Dugu Fengwu’s absolutely graceful body flew and floated in midair.

The sharp sword in her hands gently revolved and twirled.

Revolutions after revolutions.

Every revolution looked the same, but every revolution looked a little different as well.

Every time the blade revolved, Dugu Fengwu’s delicate body would swirl around using her body as the center of the revolution. Like a fairy, she danced in a circular manner as though it was in a dream or fantasy.

The sword revolved for nine rounds, and Dugu Fengwu swirled for nine rounds as well.

Immediately after performing the first move, Dugu Fengwu landed lightly beside Yang Dingtian.

“Did you see it clearly?” Dugu Fengwu asked.

Yang Dingtian didn’t reply immediately and took a deep cold breath instead.

This sword art was much too difficult!

It was true that it might look simple, as though drawing circles.

But in fact, every revolution was interrelated, every angle, every arc mustn’t have the slightest amount of flaw.

In fact, just this move alone could have more than a hundred variations. There could be hundreds or even thousands of variations.

This sword art wouldn’t be mastered even if Yang Dingtian practiced it 10,000 times, let alone 100 times or 1,000 times because it contained the mystic qi circulation route and every angle that the mystic qi grasped was extremely complicated. One would have to practice it countless times, even with the actual manual. Only by grasping the sword art’s spirit and essence would one be able to master this sword art.

Right now, there wasn’t any manual, and to learn this sword art in six hours was something that was even more exaggerating than a fantasy story.

Yang Dingtian shook his head and said, “Without the manual and just looking at the sword move, it would be like a cat trying to act like a tiger. It is impossible to learn it. Let alone in six hours, even if I had six hundred or six thousand hours, it would still be impossible.”

“I didn’t ask you to learn it properly; you just need to act as though you know it and sufficiently to swindle people,” Dugu Fengwu spoke with dissatisfaction.

Immediately after, she spoke again, “What’s more, I was only doing was a superficial sword move. The real River Tears would have countless teardrops dripped from the sky after executing the final sword. Every teardrop could kill someone invisibly.”

“Ah… Is it that incredible?” Yang Dingtian was astonished.

“Nonsense, if it isn’t incredible, how could they rule the entire world?” Dugu Fengwu snorted.

Rule the world? Hidden Sect ruling the world? It had been more than a century since a member of the Hidden Sect had walked on this world.

“Alright, I will execute the River Tears again. This time, I will use some fraud to demonstrate the effects of the River Tears,” Dugu Fengwu stated.

Subsequently, Dugu Fengwu’s delicate body floated in midair.

Swaying Calamity Crossing Sword, River Tears.

A fairy wearing palace gown was swirling in midair, like a sharp sword rippling in limpid autumn waters, as she drew revolutions after revolutions.

First revolution.

Second revolution.

Third… Fourth…

Ninth revolution, complete.

Dugu Fengwu drifted back to Yang Dingtian’s side.

In an instant, the sky suddenly formed with countless teardrops. Each of them was translucent like crystals or precious stones, which looked magnificent as they suspended in midair.

Afterward, the countless teardrops began to rain down, just like a hailstorm in a dream.

“Pa…” The teardrops landed above the surface of the lake.

In an instant, the serene surface of the lake had been destroyed. Every place the teardrops made contact with, the lake’s water would be turned into mist and evaporated.

When the teardrops fell onto the surface of the ground, it was as though thousands of raindrops raining down on the sandy shore, leaving behind pits which were almost a foot deep.

As the teardrops fell onto the bamboo forest, leaves, branches, and trunks, it would all turn into dust.

This was the power of the Swaying Calamity Crossing Sword; this was the power of the Hidden Sect’s sword art.

It was so powerful that it was stifling, it was so beautiful that it was stifling, it was so mysterious that it was stifling.

After landing on the ground, Dugu Fengwu’s expression looked pale as she had exhausted a massive amount of her mystic qi.

After all, she wasn’t executing the real Swaying Calamity Crossing Sword. Instead, she was using her mystic qi to create such an effect. The true River Tears would be able to produce a hail of lethal teardrops effortlessly.

“Alright, you try it,” Dugu Fengwu said and handed over her sword to Yang Dingtian.

“Can’t I use my own sword?” Yang Dingtian asked.

“Your sword looks like some fool’s sword. Who would believe that you are a disciple of the Hidden Sect?” Dugu Fengwu scoffed.

Yang Dingtian took over the sword.

It looked like an ordinary sword, but once he wielded it, Yang Dingtian could feel what so extraordinary about this sword was.

A simple and unadorned presence gushed into the body, and Yang Dingtian could feel as though the sword was gasping.

It felt as though a gasp that was a thousand-years-old, or even ten-thousand-years-old.

It was needless to say that this sword had been existing for a very long time, but he didn’t know how long has it been around for.

This sword was only slightly more than five kilograms. When observed from a distance, it was clear like the autumn waters. But a closer look at it would allow one to notice the bright red veins in the depths of the blade, which were like fresh blood.

“This sword is truly from the Hidden Sect?” Yang Dingtian asked. This artifact couldn’t be counterfeit and had the qi presence of the Hidden Sect, which was unadorned and reclusive, yet permeating into the universe.

Dugu Fengwu nodded her head.

“What was used to forge this sword?” Yang Dingtian asked again.

“99 blood black gold and 99 black ice iron jade,” Dugu Fengwu replied.

Yang Dingtian instantly took a deep cold breath.

Such luxury! Blood black gold, which was used to forge yang attribute soul sword and black ice iron jade, which was used to forge yin attribute soul sword.

Right now, those were actually subtlely combined. A total of 198 pieces were used to forge this artifact sword, which was only around 5 kilograms. It was truly shocking.

It was unquestionable that this was a divine weapon, and only the members of the Hidden Sect would possess it. It was no wonder there was this boundless energy that came from just wielding the sword, but yet it didn’t have any presence of smoke and fire.

But Yang Dingtian didn’t know how such an artifact sword would be in the hands of Dugu Fengwu. Of course, it was useless even if she had this sword because divine weapons all knew how to recognize the owners.

“I am really going to be framed to death by you,” Yang Dingtian gritted his teeth and said. Wielding a divine weapon and impersonating a Hidden Sect disciple would truly shock the world. If Yang Dingtian were exposed, he would truly die without any burial grounds.

“I don’t know if I will frame you to death, but if you don’t quickly practice the sword art, you will certainly be killed by me,” Dugu Fengwu spoke indifferently.

“Demon woman, you are a demon woman.” Yang Dingtian gritted his teeth and brandished the sharp sword while saying, “When the day comes when I surpass you, I will torture you so much that you will beg for life and not get it, nor would you receive death when you wish for it.”

Dugu Fengwu looked at Yang Dingtian and sneered. “You will never get that chance, and that day will never arrive, as I will slaughter you first.”

“If I knew you are so cruel and ungrateful, I wouldn’t have saved your back at sea. I should have let those pirates…” Before Yang Dingtian finished his statement, he changed his words, “I should have stabbed you to death when you were weak.”

“Serves you right. Who asked you to be so foolish,” Dugu Fengwu spoke apathetically.

Yang Dingtian was truly going to erupt from anger.

He then yelled out, “Swaying Calamity Crossing Sword. First move, River Tears!”

Afterward, he swiftly swirled and danced in midair, while his sword drew revolutions after revolutions.

The motions were correct, but it was fast and rapid, unlike Dugu Fengwu’s fairy-like gracefulness.

In less than 15 seconds, Yang Dingtian had executed the imitation River Tears.

Dugu Fengwu’s charming face turned cold as she berated, “Yang Dingtian, are you intentionally making things difficult for me? Can you do it even more disgracefully?”

“What?” Yang Dingtian said, “Didn’t you say just to make the motions look alike? My motions were all correct.”

Dugu Fengwu was instantly infuriated as she huffed so much her perky breasts were undulating, as though her dress was going to burst apart.

“Are you doing River Tears or pig slaying? I wish I could just kill you with a palm strike now,” Dugu Fengwu said.

Immediately after, Dugu Fengwu withdrew her anger and revealed a cold expression, “You do it again. If it is still the same, I will not kill you. I will castrate you.”

As she finished her statement, her eyes scanned across Yang Dingtian’s crotch as she said in a cold voice, “Since you violated me, it is a punishment you deserve.”

Yang Dingtian’s body shook and felt a chill at his private part.

“Forget it. She is a heartless demon woman, and she will really do what she just said. I better not infuriate her for a moment.” Yang Dingtian thought in his heart. As for the matter of violating her, he had already explained countless times and didn’t want to waste his saliva anymore.

“Alright. This time I will put in my effort, but no matter what the effects are like, you have to acknowledge it.” Yang Dingtian spoke in a serious tone, “After all, without any manual and without knowing the essence of the sword art, there is no use even to practice this superficially.”

Finishing his statement, Yang Dingtian gradually closed their eyes and allowed himself to immerse himself in the sword art.

Afterward, Yang Dingtian recalled Dugu Fengwu’s demonstration of the Swaying Calamity Crossing Sword’s first move, River Tears.

Every motion, every angle was appearing in his mind.

After taking a deep breath, Yang Dingtian tipped off the ground and flew into midair.

Slowly, he thrust the sword in his hand.

It was sharp and clear like the limpid autumn waters, which rippled out.

After drawing the first revolution, he started the second revolution.

Dugu Fengwu, who was observing from the ground, she let out a deep breath of relief and couldn’t help but admit Yang Dingtian’s talents. When he did it seriously, every sword move was just like hers and without the slightest difference, as though it was replicated. There were countless variations to this sword move, and Yang Dingtian had only seen it twice.

If this were the case, it wouldn’t take more than four hours to finish learning the ten moves of the Swaying Calamity Crossing Sword.

Yang Dingtian was still drawing revolutions in midair as he completely imitated Dugu Fengwu and slowly executed the River Tears.

At the fourth revolution, Yang Dingtian felt a jolt from the depths of his mystic qi, as though it was trying to get out.

How could this be?

When all martial artists chose to practice a certain martial skill, their qi vessel would be completely bound with that martial skill. No matter how powerful or how mystical other martial skills were, the qi vessel shouldn’t have any kind of reaction.

All martial artists in the world could only learn a single type of martial skill in their lifetime.

But right now, Yang Dingtian’s qi vessel was actually reacting to the Swaying Calamity Crossing Sword?

What was going on? This didn’t conform to the martial dao logic of the Primal Chaos World, right? Such a thing shouldn’t be happening, right?

But in fact, it did happen.

When Yang Dingtian imitated the Swaying Calamity Crossing Sword, it caused his qi vessel to react.

Then, there was only one explanation. It meant that the Swaying Calamity Crossing Sword had a certain relation to the Pig Slaying Sword Art.

But, the world couldn’t have two similar types of martial skill because every martial skill’s mystic meridians route were completely different.

Then, what exactly was happening?

When Yang Dingtian was drawing the fifth revolution, he finally couldn’t resist the jolting of the mystic qi in his qi vessel. The mystic qi emerged from the qi vessel, passed through his mystic meridians, and entered the sharp sword in Yang Dingtian’s hand.

“Swish…” Yang Dingtian’s sword drew a flawless fifth revolution in midair.

A white halo was formed, and it materialized in midair, which looked wonderful.

When Yang Dingtian was drawing the sixth revolution, all his mystic qi had started to circulate rapidly.

“Huff…” The sixth revolution ripped apart the air as pure mystic qi condensed in midair, forming a faint glistening sixth revolution.

Yang Dingtian was unconscious of it, but Dugu Fengwu was completely stunned as she couldn’t believe what she was seeing.

How could this happen? How could this possibly happen?

She was the number-one prodigy in the Evil Dao, and when demonstrating the Swaying Calamity Crossing Sword, it was in appearance only.

But this Yang Dingtian wasn’t merely imitating and had completely entered the essence of the Swaying Calamity Crossing Sword.

The current Yang Dingtian had completely immersed into the mystical world of the Swaying Calamity Crossing Sword.

His revolutions were getting slower, and it looked even more flawlessly round, brighter, materialized, and graceful.

In fact, his current motions were already different from Dugu Fengwu, as he was chasing after the mystic qi circulation route and his own feeling.

Right now, he could clearly feel that the Swaying Calamity Crossing Sword and his own Pig Slaying Sword Art, might be different in appearance, but it was closely connected on the inside like the blood vessels.

It was remarkably similar but different in forms!

This so-called Hidden Sect’s sword art and the Pig Slaying Sword Art might be completely different in appearance, but the mystic qi attribute was remarkably similar.

It was as though the bone roots were of the same martial skill, but demonstrating with different forms.

It was as though the Pig Slaying Sword Art was the next level of the Swaying Calamity Crossing Sword. Yang Dingtian could feel subtly that the Pig Slaying Sword Art was superior, and it was upgraded from the Swaying Calamity Crossing Sword by a supreme expert.

The Swaying Calamity Crossing Sword looked mystical and graceful, while Pig Slaying Sword Art was direct, crude, and ugly.

But the two had similar foundations. It was as though regaining the natural state and moving from gorgeous to low-profile.

Eighth revolution.

Ninth revolution.

Every revolution was hovering in midair and rippling softly.

When the River Tears had been completely demonstrated, Yang Dingtian drifted back to where he jumped off from.

Immediately after, those circular arcs in midair started to disintegrate and scatter. They turned into a sky filled with tears, translucent teardrops.

“Splash, Crash, Splash!” All the teardrops rained down like a hailstorm.

The surface of the lake sputtered with mists.

Countless shallow pits appeared on the surface of the ground.

Countless bamboo leaves were shredded, and countless branches were broken.

That’s right; the final teardrops weren’t as many or as powerful as Dugu Fengwu’s rendition.

But Dugu Fengwu was completely stunned and felt as though she was in a dream because the teardrops from her demonstration were fake and were imitated by using a massive amount of mystic qi.

While the teardrops from Yang Dingtian’s River Tears were real!, Yang Dingtian was also completely shocked to see the raining teardrops.

Dugu Fengwu made him learn the superficial Swaying Calamity Crossing Sword, but he had actually executed the real River Tears.