Chapter 132: Chapter 132: This is the Sword and Poetry Immortal!
Udted by BXNVEL.CMTranslator: 549690339
After hearing what Yang Zhen had to say, Sun Yushi burst into hearty laughter. The sword in his hand suddenly erupted with a terrifying surge of talent and True Essence. Amidst the chaos of True Essence, he pointed his long sword at the approaching Yang Zhen.
Yang Zhen, you think that just because you can harness the power of inscriptions, you can look down on everyone else. In front of a Nascent Soul Stage Expert, you are nothing more than a Practitioner at the Golden Core Stage. The Nascent Soul Stage isnt as simple as you imagine!
Hum!
A terrifying pressure erupted from Sun Yushi, shrouding his sword. In mid-air, it transformed into a golden, radiant wave, rushing towards Yang Zhen with fervor.
With his sword flying, a nonchalant expression on his face, Sun Yushi proudly recited, The Heavenly River reaches for clouds ten thousand miles away!
Rumble!
The wild True Essence in mid-air formed a vast landscape, towering mountains falling from the clouds. A Heavenly River hung above, shining brilliantly, forcing the surrounding air to retreat.
Yang Zhen felt an immense force, causing his speed to decrease significantly.
In comparison, Yang Zhen was even more stunned by Sun Yushis martial skills. He was actually audacious enough to shout it out loud!
Yang Zhens eyes widened as he observed the lifelike scenery in mid-air with great interest, Wow, this is awesome, this is awesome. Recite it again!
This is interesting. Its powerful and conceited, turning the sky into something tangible, perfect for showing off. No wonder Sun Yushi had such a strong reputation. Even the Queen of the Water Spirit Country praised him.
Hum!
As the river fell, Yang Zhen slashed with his sword, causing the sound of rolling thunder. Two turbulent waves collided, creating a colossal roar. The swirling auras startled both of them simultaneously.
Yang Zhen was taken aback. The Nascent Soul Stage Expert was indeed extraordinary. Regardless of understanding of power or the richness of internal True Essence, Yang Zhen conceded.
However, what delighted Yang Zhen was that his Golden Pill, which had been inert for thousands of years and had only been growing fatter, finally showed some change under this pressure.
A golden light burst out from the Golden Pill, causing the strength within Yang Zhens body to deepen a little.
Sun Yushi laughed heartily and twirled his sword, As you wish, the stars are as brilliant as a jade wash!
Hum!
The scene in mid-air changed. Beneath the rotating galaxy, Yang Zhen was engulfed by the infinite starry sky.
Boom boom boom!
The galaxy hung upside down as countless starlights shot towards Yang Zhen, obscuring him completely.
Out of nowhere, a cluster of blue light erupted from the Thunderbolt Sword in Yang Zhens hand. Under the flashing thunderbolt, dragons appeared, parrying the galaxy.
The more challenging the battle, the greater the pressure, the brighter Yang Zhens hefty Golden Pill became. It even emitted a humming sound that made Yang Zhens blood seethe. He laughed heartily, advancing instead of retreating, charging towards Sun Yushi.
Reciting a poem, is it? Yang Zhen was intrigued. He suddenly held back his sword. His demeanor instantly became scholarly. With a flick of his robes, he pointed his sword at Sun Yushi, Come on, let me recite one and show you what a true Poet Swordsman is!
What? Sun Yushis expression shifted, he sneered, and the sword in his hand conjured a series of illusions. Facing Yang Zhen, the violent wave lifted the surrounding dirt and stones, Just you?
Yang Zhens aura was as vibrant as a rainbow. Countless auras flowed into his Thunderbolt Sword. He performed an extravagant flourish, laughing heartily, carefree and wild.
Ah!
Yang Zhens emotional cry startled Sun Yushi who immediately shifted from attack to defense, carefully watching Yang Zhen with vigilance.
The Golden Pill inside his body seemed to generate excitement along with Yang Zhen. Yang Zhen cried out to the sky, and a well-known ancient poem spilled from his lips.
Oh! The sea! You are all water!
With a humming sound, the terrifying inscription in mid-air suddenly transformed into a vast sea. Amidst the rolling waves, monstrous billows surged, and within these waves, the thunder roared like surging dragons.
Impossible, thisis this even a poem? Sun Yushi looked baffled as he stared at the immense, powerful ocean in mid-air. Although his face registered confusion, he didnt dare let his guard down. His sword trailed after him, casting endless starlight towards Yang Zhen.
Just as he was about to muster all his strength to suppress Yang Zhen with his vastly superior strength, he heard Yang Zhens cry once more.
Ah! Horse, your four legs!
Boom, boom, boom!
The sound of a stampede suddenly erupted. In front of Yang Zhen, raging warhorses rampaged, their neighing accompanied by billowing gusts stirring up an endless blanket of dust.
Sun Yushi stumbled, crying out in shock, Projecting astral horses!
He was suddenly filled with regret.
Yang Zhen could not be judged by the standards of ordinary people. This damned guy was filled with mysteries. How could he have been so sure that the Nascent Soul Stage was enough to keep him under control?
But Sun Yushi knew it was too late for regrets. All he could do was struggle desperately amidst the raging torrent of thunderbolts and warhorses roars.
Ah!
Yang Zhens voice rang out again. Sun Yushi spat out a mouthful of blood in shock and howled hysterically, Stop! This is a disgrace, its simply barbaric! So you think the Nascent Soul Stage is impressive?
Yang Zhen spat disdainfully, My Golden Pill, if dug out, could crush your Nascent Soul. I was just worried that this chubby thing was too peaceful without any movement. Now that it has finally shown some activity, how can I stop it?
Ah! Girl, look at your cherry lips!
Thump!
Sun Yushi was completely submerged in the torrent of thunderbolts. The roars of the warhorses almost trampled him to death.
Seriously, a girl in a poetry contest? What the hell?
When Sun Yushi, lying on the ground, saw a woman of stunning beautydressed in translucent black lingerie with even her undergarments visible, a pair of bare, jade-like feet, and holding a whip with a beaming smileapproaching him, he completely broke down.
Slap!
The womans whip landed heavily on Sun Yushis face. With a puzzled look, he stared at Yang Zhen, furiously spat out, You you bastard, are you a devil?
Yang Zhen was also stunned. He hadnt expected that even his casual thoughts would manifest themselves. Suddenly, he felt as if his mind had been drained and he swayed slightly, stopping the infusion of the astral inscription.
Sorry about that, it was an accident. I swear on my character that it was absolutely an accident!
With half of his face swollen, Sun Yushi had no strength to fight back. He had been beaten to a bloody pulp, gasping for breath, glaring at Yang Zhen while spitting out blood mouthful by mouthful.
Youre not in the Golden Core Stage, youre absolutely not in the Golden Core Stage
Sun Yushi muttered to himself, watching as the woman with the whip slowly disappeared, his eyes growing heavier by the second.
Yang Zhen quickly squatted down next to Sun Yushi with a regretful look on his face, Buddy, dont die. I said I did it on purpose nope, I meant to say that I absolutely didnt mean to. Ouch, thats a bad wound.
Sun Yushi painfully turned his head away, refusing to look at Yang Zhen.
Yang Zhen hesitated for a moment, then said with some reluctance, Brother Sun, look, since youre about to die, could you teach me the martial skill you used just now? You know, that Heavenly River hanging thousands of miles thing. Its cool and can show off. I really want to learn.
Devil Devil, you are a devil Sun Yushis head tilted to the side, his leg twitched, and then, he died.
Yang Zhen stood up, complaining in a disgruntled tone, Tsk, stingy ghost, wont even give a single martial skill, or even a hundred bucks!
After collecting all the belongings from Sun Yushi, Yang Zhen stared at his body for a long while before sighing and saying, To heaven we return after death erm, to die is the big deal, burying in peace is best. Fine, being a good-hearted guy, Ill let you rest here.
After burying Sun Yushi, Yang Zhen eagerly checked his Golden Pill, only to discover that it was motionless again.
Yang Zhen glanced back at the un-grassed grave, shaking his head and said, Actually, I really dont like fighting!
The next moment, Yang Zhens eyes lit up.. He turned and sprinted in a certain direction, This disturbance, definitely a Nascent Soul Stage Practitioner!
Chapter 132: Chapter 132: This is the Sword and Poetry Immortal!
Udted by BXNVEL.CMTranslator: 549690339
After hearing what Yang Zhen had to say, Sun Yushi burst into hearty laughter. The sword in his hand suddenly erupted with a terrifying surge of talent and True Essence. Amidst the chaos of True Essence, he pointed his long sword at the approaching Yang Zhen.
Yang Zhen, you think that just because you can harness the power of inscriptions, you can look down on everyone else. In front of a Nascent Soul Stage Expert, you are nothing more than a Practitioner at the Golden Core Stage. The Nascent Soul Stage isnt as simple as you imagine!
Hum!
A terrifying pressure erupted from Sun Yushi, shrouding his sword. In mid-air, it transformed into a golden, radiant wave, rushing towards Yang Zhen with fervor.
With his sword flying, a nonchalant expression on his face, Sun Yushi proudly recited, The Heavenly River reaches for clouds ten thousand miles away!
Rumble!
The wild True Essence in mid-air formed a vast landscape, towering mountains falling from the clouds. A Heavenly River hung above, shining brilliantly, forcing the surrounding air to retreat.
Yang Zhen felt an immense force, causing his speed to decrease significantly.
In comparison, Yang Zhen was even more stunned by Sun Yushis martial skills. He was actually audacious enough to shout it out loud!
Yang Zhens eyes widened as he observed the lifelike scenery in mid-air with great interest, Wow, this is awesome, this is awesome. Recite it again!
This is interesting. Its powerful and conceited, turning the sky into something tangible, perfect for showing off. No wonder Sun Yushi had such a strong reputation. Even the Queen of the Water Spirit Country praised him.
Hum!
As the river fell, Yang Zhen slashed with his sword, causing the sound of rolling thunder. Two turbulent waves collided, creating a colossal roar. The swirling auras startled both of them simultaneously.
Yang Zhen was taken aback. The Nascent Soul Stage Expert was indeed extraordinary. Regardless of understanding of power or the richness of internal True Essence, Yang Zhen conceded.
However, what delighted Yang Zhen was that his Golden Pill, which had been inert for thousands of years and had only been growing fatter, finally showed some change under this pressure.
A golden light burst out from the Golden Pill, causing the strength within Yang Zhens body to deepen a little.
Sun Yushi laughed heartily and twirled his sword, As you wish, the stars are as brilliant as a jade wash!
Hum!
The scene in mid-air changed. Beneath the rotating galaxy, Yang Zhen was engulfed by the infinite starry sky.
Boom boom boom!
The galaxy hung upside down as countless starlights shot towards Yang Zhen, obscuring him completely.
Out of nowhere, a cluster of blue light erupted from the Thunderbolt Sword in Yang Zhens hand. Under the flashing thunderbolt, dragons appeared, parrying the galaxy.
The more challenging the battle, the greater the pressure, the brighter Yang Zhens hefty Golden Pill became. It even emitted a humming sound that made Yang Zhens blood seethe. He laughed heartily, advancing instead of retreating, charging towards Sun Yushi.
Reciting a poem, is it? Yang Zhen was intrigued. He suddenly held back his sword. His demeanor instantly became scholarly. With a flick of his robes, he pointed his sword at Sun Yushi, Come on, let me recite one and show you what a true Poet Swordsman is!
What? Sun Yushis expression shifted, he sneered, and the sword in his hand conjured a series of illusions. Facing Yang Zhen, the violent wave lifted the surrounding dirt and stones, Just you?
Yang Zhens aura was as vibrant as a rainbow. Countless auras flowed into his Thunderbolt Sword. He performed an extravagant flourish, laughing heartily, carefree and wild.
Ah!
Yang Zhens emotional cry startled Sun Yushi who immediately shifted from attack to defense, carefully watching Yang Zhen with vigilance.
The Golden Pill inside his body seemed to generate excitement along with Yang Zhen. Yang Zhen cried out to the sky, and a well-known ancient poem spilled from his lips.
Oh! The sea! You are all water!
With a humming sound, the terrifying inscription in mid-air suddenly transformed into a vast sea. Amidst the rolling waves, monstrous billows surged, and within these waves, the thunder roared like surging dragons.
Impossible, thisis this even a poem? Sun Yushi looked baffled as he stared at the immense, powerful ocean in mid-air. Although his face registered confusion, he didnt dare let his guard down. His sword trailed after him, casting endless starlight towards Yang Zhen.
Just as he was about to muster all his strength to suppress Yang Zhen with his vastly superior strength, he heard Yang Zhens cry once more.
Ah! Horse, your four legs!
Boom, boom, boom!
The sound of a stampede suddenly erupted. In front of Yang Zhen, raging warhorses rampaged, their neighing accompanied by billowing gusts stirring up an endless blanket of dust.
Sun Yushi stumbled, crying out in shock, Projecting astral horses!
He was suddenly filled with regret.
Yang Zhen could not be judged by the standards of ordinary people. This damned guy was filled with mysteries. How could he have been so sure that the Nascent Soul Stage was enough to keep him under control?
But Sun Yushi knew it was too late for regrets. All he could do was struggle desperately amidst the raging torrent of thunderbolts and warhorses roars.
Ah!
Yang Zhens voice rang out again. Sun Yushi spat out a mouthful of blood in shock and howled hysterically, Stop! This is a disgrace, its simply barbaric! So you think the Nascent Soul Stage is impressive?
Yang Zhen spat disdainfully, My Golden Pill, if dug out, could crush your Nascent Soul. I was just worried that this chubby thing was too peaceful without any movement. Now that it has finally shown some activity, how can I stop it?
Ah! Girl, look at your cherry lips!
Thump!
Sun Yushi was completely submerged in the torrent of thunderbolts. The roars of the warhorses almost trampled him to death.
Seriously, a girl in a poetry contest? What the hell?
When Sun Yushi, lying on the ground, saw a woman of stunning beautydressed in translucent black lingerie with even her undergarments visible, a pair of bare, jade-like feet, and holding a whip with a beaming smileapproaching him, he completely broke down.
Slap!
The womans whip landed heavily on Sun Yushis face. With a puzzled look, he stared at Yang Zhen, furiously spat out, You you bastard, are you a devil?
Yang Zhen was also stunned. He hadnt expected that even his casual thoughts would manifest themselves. Suddenly, he felt as if his mind had been drained and he swayed slightly, stopping the infusion of the astral inscription.
Sorry about that, it was an accident. I swear on my character that it was absolutely an accident!
With half of his face swollen, Sun Yushi had no strength to fight back. He had been beaten to a bloody pulp, gasping for breath, glaring at Yang Zhen while spitting out blood mouthful by mouthful.
Youre not in the Golden Core Stage, youre absolutely not in the Golden Core Stage
Sun Yushi muttered to himself, watching as the woman with the whip slowly disappeared, his eyes growing heavier by the second.
Yang Zhen quickly squatted down next to Sun Yushi with a regretful look on his face, Buddy, dont die. I said I did it on purpose nope, I meant to say that I absolutely didnt mean to. Ouch, thats a bad wound.
Sun Yushi painfully turned his head away, refusing to look at Yang Zhen.
Yang Zhen hesitated for a moment, then said with some reluctance, Brother Sun, look, since youre about to die, could you teach me the martial skill you used just now? You know, that Heavenly River hanging thousands of miles thing. Its cool and can show off. I really want to learn.
Devil Devil, you are a devil Sun Yushis head tilted to the side, his leg twitched, and then, he died.
Yang Zhen stood up, complaining in a disgruntled tone, Tsk, stingy ghost, wont even give a single martial skill, or even a hundred bucks!
After collecting all the belongings from Sun Yushi, Yang Zhen stared at his body for a long while before sighing and saying, To heaven we return after death erm, to die is the big deal, burying in peace is best. Fine, being a good-hearted guy, Ill let you rest here.
After burying Sun Yushi, Yang Zhen eagerly checked his Golden Pill, only to discover that it was motionless again.
Yang Zhen glanced back at the un-grassed grave, shaking his head and said, Actually, I really dont like fighting!
The next moment, Yang Zhens eyes lit up.. He turned and sprinted in a certain direction, This disturbance, definitely a Nascent Soul Stage Practitioner!
