Cultivation Begins from Infancy - Chapter 448

Volume 3 - Chapter 132: A Proposal? Guiding Lin Qingying – Part 1

The Sword Saint's personal arrival at the Hundred Battles Arena pushed the atmosphere to its peak.

A million outer sect disciples were ablaze with excitement. Given their status, it was almost impossible to witness the Sword Ancestor Holy Land's most powerful figure in action on ordinary days. At best, they might occasionally get to hear the teachings of a Saint.

The inner sect prodigies present also carried heavy expressions. Beneath their outward calm was a burning passion and excitement. If they could display their talents and earn the Sword Saint's favor, they might have a chance to receive his teachings.

However, the most dazzling presence at the moment was not the Sword Saint himself, but a Holy Daughter standing beside him.

Bian Ruxue.

As the youngest Holy Daughter, she had drawn significant attention ever since arriving at the Sword Ancestor Holy Land. Now, standing obediently beside the Sword Saint, her pristine and stunningly beautiful face carried a trace of calm and liveliness, inspiring envy in countless onlookers.

To be accepted as the Sword Saint's direct disciple elevated her background to the highest tier among the Holy Sons and Holy Daughters.

As the rules were announced and the selection of the top hundred began, the first groups of challengers soon stepped forward for their matches.

Among them, two groups were inner sect prodigies facing off, while the third featured an inner sect prodigy against a Holy Son.

This Holy Son was none other than Wuhen Holy Son, someone Li Hao happened to know.

Previously, during a fishing trip at Sword Cliff, Li Hao had a brief encounter with Qiu Wuhen. Although their interaction was limited to casual exchanges, Li Hao knew that Qiu Wuhen was extraordinarily powerful, using fishing as a way to comprehend sword intent.

As the Holy Son took the stage, most of the attention in the crowd immediately focused on him.

After twenty consecutive days of battles, the Holy Sons and Holy Daughters had yet to participate. This was the first opportunity to witness their strength.

The inner sect prodigy opposing Qiu Wuhen was Luo Cheng, a previous winner in a defensive match. Luo Cheng was renowned among the inner sect disciples, his name carrying great weight.

As the protective array of the stage was activated, the battle began in an instant.

A wave of exclamations arose from the million-strong crowd of outer sect disciples. Reaching the Extreme Realm was their ultimate aspiration.

Channeling his physical power and the energy of the Earth and Heaven Meridians, Luo Cheng launched a sudden, explosive attack. His body seemed to vanish, moving as if teleporting!

The Void Extreme Realm!

This sight caused the six Semi-Saints watching from outside the stage to narrow their eyes.

In their first exchange, the Holy Son was injured. The crowd erupted in shock.

Luo Cheng, taking only a brief moment to pause, disappeared again with the Void Extreme Realm's movement, reappearing right in front of Qiu Wuhen. His strike was sharp and fierce, his sword aimed directly at Qiu Wuhen's head.

Qiu Wuhen reacted with remarkable speed, tilting his head slightly at the moment of impact, causing the sword light to merely graze his cheek.

Luo Cheng's expression turned cold. A third teleportation brought him above Qiu Wuhen, each angle of attack precise and difficult to defend against.

This strike seemed poised to cleave the earth, but Qiu Wuhen managed to sidestep it with minimal movement, leaving Luo Cheng astonished.

Pulling back sharply, Luo Cheng created distance between them.

From outside the stage, Li Hao observed the intricate web of sword intent converging in the arena and shook his head slightly. He knew Luo Cheng was on the verge of defeat unless he had other cards to play.

"Wuhen’s mastery of sword intent has reached perfection," someone murmured.

"Thousands of threads of sword intent have already entangled Luo Cheng without him even realizing it," another added.

"To use sword intent to vaguely track Void teleportation... other Holy Sons will have to be very cautious when facing him next!"

The Semi-Saints, including Yao Zu, were focused intently on the battle. Their expressions carried both gravity and admiration.

To use sword intent to counter the Void Extreme Realm was truly terrifying.

Meanwhile, the million-strong crowd of outer sect disciples chanted Luo Cheng's name fervently. For him to dominate a Holy Son like this was nothing short of remarkable.

...

However, as Luo Cheng’s figure became visible once again, Qiu Wuhen drew his sword. The weapon, an old, rusty blade without a sheath—the infamous Tetanus Sword—flashed from his side. With a single swing, it shattered the air and pierced through Luo Cheng's body.

One strike was all it took to lift Luo Cheng off the ground, skewered on the sword blade.

The crowd's cheers came to an abrupt halt, as if their throats had been cut. Wide-eyed and stunned, they stared in disbelief.

Luo Cheng, noticing faint threads of cuts across his body, finally understood the opponent's skill. His face turned pale.

Qiu Wuhen shook his arm, withdrawing the sword. His expression remained as indifferent as when he had stepped onto the stage, showing no sign of emotion.

Luo Cheng realized that Qiu Wuhen had shown mercy. If the follow-up strikes had landed after the first blow, he wouldn't have been able to defend at all.

"I lost," Luo Cheng admitted, lowering his head. His face showed discomfort and frustration. Was this the power of a Holy Son?

What vexed him even more was that the opponent had not even utilized the Void Extreme Realm but relied solely on sword intent to achieve victory!

As the outcome was decided, the million-strong crowd of disciples gradually regained their senses, their faces filled with disbelief.

"Defeating someone in the Extreme Realm with regular techniques is unbelievable—I can't even comprehend it!"

"I had a feeling something was off. Wuhen Holy Son didn't even use Void teleportation; he likely chose not to showcase it."

"Why didn’t Wuhen Holy Son use the Void teleportation to dodge and counterattack? He took unnecessary injuries earlier—it looked so ungraceful."

"Ungraceful? Injuries are nothing. Didn't you notice that Wuhen Holy Son's wounds have already healed?"

"But the way he won doesn’t seem impressive. He could have gone for a flawless victory without taking any hits."

"Impressive or not, it doesn’t matter. Do you think Holy Sons waste their energy to show off? They have all experienced countless battles. Winning at all costs is the only thing that matters—victory itself is the ultimate grace!"

The crowd erupted into heated discussions, with many marveling at the Holy Son's overwhelming strength.

Qiu Wuhen stepped off the stage with a composed demeanor. Among the other Holy Sons and Holy Daughters observing from a separate area, many wore serious expressions.

Only a handful maintained their calm, their expressions unshaken.

Lin Qingying’s gaze flickered as she pondered. The sword intent Qiu Wuhen displayed bore some similarities to her own Supreme Soft Sword Intent, though there were significant differences. If they were to face each other, she was uncertain if she could secure victory.

This battle, where Qiu Wuhen relied solely on sword techniques, left many feeling an oppressive weight.

As the stage cleared, new challengers stepped up quickly for the next round.

Several battles ensued, and more Holy Sons were called to face the inner sect prodigies.

In one particular duel, the inner sect prodigy didn’t possess the Void Extreme Realm but demonstrated three major Extreme Realms: physical strength, Heaven and Earth Meridians, and primordial spirit. Even after fully unleashing all three, he was still defeated by the Holy Son’s effortless use of Void teleportation and a single decisive sword strike.

The ease of this victory left many realizing that in the face of the Void Extreme Realm, other realms paled in comparison.

The inability to track Void teleportation, its shadowless movement, rendered opponents entirely passive—unable to counterattack effectively.

Watching these duels, Li Hao thought back to the six Dao Law Realm cultivators he had slain in the Great Yu Imperial Palace. Among them, one had also mastered the Void Extreme Realm and would likely have been considered an elite inner sect prodigy.

At the time, Li Hao had still been in the Supreme Dao Realm, expending immense effort to bring the opponent down, even relying on the will of a Celestial Sovereign. Now, such challenges seemed trivial to him.

The intense battles continued without pause. Over twenty matches unfolded, and all the Holy Sons and Holy Daughters who participated emerged victorious.

Some achieved quick wins with a single strike, while others faced formidable inner sect prodigies—those who had mastered the Void Extreme Realm—and expended considerable energy to secure their victories, appearing slightly disheveled.

So far, no battle had forced the Holy Sons and Holy Daughters to their limits. However, the anticipation for a fierce contest—dragons and phoenixes clashing—had reached its peak.

Everyone was eager to witness the limits of these top-tier prodigies within the Sword Ancestor Holy Land.

Lin Qingying frowned slightly. She hadn’t expected to have to fight seriously so soon.

Exposing her strength early could allow others to study her abilities, putting her at a disadvantage in later rounds. Still, there was no choice now.

“Ah, why is Qingying so unlucky?”

“She must win this!”

These murmurs rose from the audience, shocking some disciples. To speak so boldly in the presence of a Holy Daughter—this Dragon-Slaying Holy Son was incredibly audacious.

Lin Qingying remained expressionless. Without speaking, she slowly drew her sword and held it steady.

As the array sealed the stage, the battle began.

Dragon-Slaying Holy Son’s eyes glinted with a cold sharpness. He unsheathed his sword but did not rush to attack. Instead, he walked toward Lin Qingying step by step.

His movements appeared almost mundane, like a mortal preparing for combat, but the audience knew better. Even the lightest feather landing on the stage could unleash a storm of devastating power.

Both Lin Qingying and the Dragon-Slaying Holy Son were building their momentum.

When the Dragon-Slaying Holy Son stepped within ten zhang of Lin Qingying, her eyes narrowed slightly.

At that moment, the surrounding energy of Heaven and Earth condensed into sword rays, launching a sudden and violent strike.

Dragon-Slaying Holy Son spun around abruptly, swinging his sword in a calculated arc, as if he had anticipated Lin Qingying’s teleportation.

The golden-blue sword light clashed with Lin Qingying’s red-gold rays, yet the impact wasn’t the violent explosion one might expect. Instead, the Dragon-Slaying Holy Son’s sword seemed to strike a cloud, sinking into its softness.

Golden divine energy radiated from Lin Qingying’s body, her arms unleashing explosive strength.

But her released power resembled golden drifting clouds, soft and scattered, transforming into countless firefly-like lights that encircled the Dragon-Slaying Holy Son.

His expression shifted slightly as he activated Void teleportation, disappearing and reappearing behind Lin Qingying.

This time, Lin Qingying did not counter with Void teleportation. Instead, she turned gently. As the Dragon-Slaying Holy Son’s sword thrust toward her, her body shifted as if deliberately, letting the blade slip harmlessly between her arm and torso.

Her sword light, meanwhile, scattered like golden sparks, brushing against the Dragon-Slaying Holy Son’s face.

A series of faint sounds followed as his face was sliced open, leaving several searing holes. Blood flowed freely.

“Damn it!”

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