Starting My Cultivation With Time Management - Chapter 38
Chapter 38: Chapter 38: Defeating Senior Brother Lin All By Myself
Editor: Henyee Translations
The Asura Path’s Jiesha Sword’s essence lies in its bizarre force-application methods, originating from an ancient Western Cult scripture known as “Yerou Veda” during the Ancient Times.
Its characteristic is a triple-layered surge of strength, with each layer stronger than the one before… but that’s about it.
If one doesn’t understand this feature and rashly uses a Flying Sword to block, they will undoubtedly suffer greatly.
However, with the reminder from the Green Duckweed Sword, Ling Yunpo naturally wouldn’t fall for it.
With the talent of Innate Sword Bone, his control over the Flying Sword was extremely strong. The Green Duckweed Sword only had to explain it once, and he immediately mastered it.
The Green Duckweed and the Frostfall Swords clashed with the Kaiyue and Changbing Swords in the sky, with the latter quickly struggling to keep up.
A Ninth Rank Flying Sword naturally couldn’t outmatch a Tenth Rank Flying Sword in a head-on confrontation.
Lin Duanshan’s expression grew icy as he stealthily employed the secret force-application methods of the Jiesha Sword, and the strength on his dual swords suddenly became heavier.
Yet, to his surprise, the force on the opposing Flying Swords also suddenly intensified, pressing Kaiyue and Changbing so much that they were forced to fly backwards in an instant, almost hitting Lin Duanshan himself.
Lin Duanshan:
How did you suddenly learn it after I just used it once?
He gritted his teeth and said fiercely,
“The Jiesha Sword is simple and crude; its force-application methods are too easy to mimic, nothing difficult!”
“Now, witness my East Sea Coral Sword!”
Before his words were finished, the Kaiyue and Changbing Swords began to move agilely through the air.
The Green Duckweed Sword lazily said,
“The East Sea Coral Sword, swordsmanship from the Penglai Jade Pure View, is meant to be used in conjunction with Talisman Scripts and Arrays. Otherwise, it’s just for show. You can just play around with it.”
Ling Yunpo, without changing his expression, quickly mobilized the Green Duckweed and Frostfall Swords, easily breaking the defense of the opposing dual swords.
Lin Duanshan’s eyes widened, and he was visibly upset, looking as if he wanted to justify himself due to his previous high-handed attitude, but ultimately he did not say anything.
Senior Sister An, watching the battle from the sidelines, finally spoke up with a laugh,
“Junior Brother Lin, thank you for the instruction this time.”
“Forget it, forget it.” Lin Duanshan waved his hand disheartenedly, his Kaiyue Sword flew to his side, while the Changbing Sword turned into a stream of light and entered the Sword Box on his back.
He turned away, not letting the two see his expression, muttering,
“I, Lin Duanshan, am not someone who can’t accept defeat.”
“Senior Sister An, your junior brother is indeed exceptionally talented, but it’s truly a waste of his swordsmanship brilliance, given that your master is in seclusion.”
“Although he has defeated me in swordsmanship, for the next contest, Ziyun Peak’s Lou Zhizheng won’t hold back his cultivation power.”
“Facing Qi Refinement against Marrow Cleansing, only the strongest techniques will suffice. Anyway… you all take care.”
The Sword Light of the Kaiyue Sword landed at his feet, and Lin Duanshan took to the air on his sword, flying into the distant sky.
“Thanks for going easy, Senior Brother!” Ling Yunpo shouted towards his retreating figure.
In the distance, Lin Duanshan’s Sword Light suddenly dipped half a meter downwards, then wobbled back up before quickly vanishing from sight.
“Senior Sister.” Ling Yunpo turned his head, seeking praise with a smile, “How did I do this time?”
“You performed very well,” An Zhisu said softly, “Lin Duanshan is the eldest senior brother of Jingang Feng, and he has great comprehension in swordsmanship. Many sword techniques from other sects seem to come naturally to him, hence his extreme pride.”
“There aren’t many disciples in all of Shushan whom he holds in high regard.”
“The fact that you could learn his sword technique during the match and even make him concede defeat shows that, Junior Brother, your talent in the way of the sword is certainly exceptional.”
Ling Yunpo knew that Senior Sister An said this only for fear that Lin Duanshan’s earlier words had struck at his confidence, and he hastened to reply with a laugh:
“Of course! Hmph, even if he is the great senior brother of Jingang Feng, didn’t he still lose to me in swordsmanship?”
Seeing his smug and self-satisfied expression, An Zhisu couldn’t help but laugh a little. She wanted to reach out and pat his shoulder but then, unaccountably, she remembered the night she returned wounded, and how her junior brother had removed her clothes to apply the medicine, and the shyness that had filled her.
With this odd emotion in her mind, she awkwardly withdrew her hand, which had been halfway extended.
Then she remembered the time when Lou Zhizheng dropped the Sword Talisman, and she had panicked like a headless fly, even bursting into tears.
But her junior brother calmly wiped away her tears for her.
His face at that time indeed bore a confident smile that said “everything is under control,” which still lingered in An Zhisu’s memory.
Although he was her junior brother, he was nonetheless…
a person who could be trusted and relied upon.
At this thought, An Zhisu suddenly reached out again and grabbed Ling Yunpo’s arm.
“Come on, Junior Brother!” she said with a radiant smile, “To celebrate your mastery of the Two-Handed Sword Control Technique, your senior sister has a treasure to give you.”
“What treasure?” Ling Yunpo asked curiously.
“A Tenth Rank Immortal Sword left by our master,” An Zhisu said with a twinkle in her eye.
All Immortal Swords possess their own pride.
In other words, it’s easy for Immortal Swords to develop Sword Spirits.
Once a Sword Spirit is born, it will choose its master, making the sword less easy to wield.
The Flying Sword left by Qi Sha True Person Su Jian, called “Thunderbane,” is a Tenth Rank Metal System Flying Sword.
And it has its own Sword Spirit.
Because the personality of this Sword Spirit is rather extreme, when Ling Yunpo had initially asked if there were any Tenth Rank Flying Swords in the Sword Pool, An Zhisu had hesitated for a while before deciding not to tell him about the existence of this Immortal Sword.
After all, it seemed too preposterous to let a disciple who had just learned Sword Control try to tame such a difficult Sword Spirit.
What if he was too severely demoralized, and his self-esteem was harmed?
However, today’s exchange between Ling Yunpo and Lin Duanshan had revealed to An Zhisu that her junior brother’s innate talent in swordsmanship was astonishingly remarkable.
Moreover, because of the adjustments made to the Kunlun Mirror earlier, his true temperament had been revealed, making Senior Sister An realize that Ling Yunpo was not just her obedient junior brother—he had matured to the point of having his own plans and schemes.
Given that, why shouldn’t she trust him a bit more and let him try to refine “Thunderbane”?
“Senior Sister,” Ling Yunpo’s voice interrupted her thoughts, “you just said, is there a problem with this Immortal Sword?”
“Thunderbane,” An Zhisu sighed, “it only recognizes immortals as its Sword Master.”
“Immortals?” Ling Yunpo looked puzzled, “How many immortals are there in this world?”
Above the Nascent Soul Rank lies the legendary realm of immortals.
Immortals are exceedingly rare in this world, and many cultivators go through their entire lives without hearing a single word about immortals.
Yet there is a common belief that within the Three Pure Orthodox Sect, each branch is likely to have an elder of immortal rank residing over it.
Why would they care about a common Tenth Rank Immortal Sword like Thunderbane?
“Mmhm,” An Zhisu shook her head, “that’s why it still has no Sword Master to this day.”
