Clan Rise: Starting as a Grandfather

Chapter 1016: Chapter 709: Martial Arts Must Not Be Humiliated!

In the future, he will still be the head guard of the Yang family. Even if the Yang family moves into the Spiritual Spring Space, Yang Zhenshan will still retain the Yang family guard’s hierarchy.

Looking at the alluring woman before him, Ding Qiu’s gaze did not waver in the slightest.

Fei Mingyue!

This woman was akin to a succubus, highly skilled in using her beauty, which she wielded as her sharpest weapon.

Whenever a man encountered her, his heart would inevitably ripple with desire.

This was the innate nature of a man’s desires, unavoidable.

Ding Qiu was also a man, but he was a man of great self-control.

Fei Mingyue’s charming eyes did have an effect, but it was not as pronounced on Ding Qiu.

Ding Qiu’s speed was like a fleeting light, in the blink of an eye, he appeared before Fei Mingyue, his long blade swinging without any hesitation toward her.

Fei Mingyue’s enchanting expression froze, panicked as she leaped aside to dodge.

"Martial Arts cannot be humiliated!"

"You are unworthy as a Martial Artist!"

Not only did Ding Qiu have no tenderness for Fei Mingyue’s beauty, but he also despised her for using her beauty in battle.

In Ding Qiu’s heart, Martial Arts are sacred, and combat is a sacred display.

Fei Mingyue’s seduction was an insult to the sacred.

The blade aura stretched across, Ding Qiu’s slash extended into a ten-foot long blade edge. This slash was swift and fierce, subtly exuding a sense of cleaving through everything.

Fei Mingyue’s allure paled before the blade edge, becoming unspeakably hideous.

Ding Qiu’s blade edge was dazzlingly brilliant.

Sensing the danger brought by the blade edge, Fei Mingyue kept retreating, yet before Ding Qiu, her retreat was nothing but futile resistance.

One slash followed another.

Before Fei Mingyue could even launch any counterattack, the dazzling blade edge had sliced through her waist and abdomen.

Blood splattered, and her soft waist appeared exceedingly fragile at this moment.

The alluring Fei Mingyue was actually bisected by Ding Qiu.

Her body separated, Fei Mingyue let out a tragic scream, falling from mid-air, miserably crashing into the mountain of corpses and sea of blood.

She was terrified, horrified, struggling, wailing.

No longer was there any previous allure or enchantment.

What remained was only the awaiting of death’s arrival.

And Ding Qiu didn’t even give her a second glance. After succeeding with one strike, he turned and rushed toward the other Divine Sun Sect disciples.

Wherever the long blade pointed, there was no death but life.

Ding Qiu’s blade seemed to possess a special magic, following the enemy’s figure closely, one slash after another, each stronger than the last, until driving them to an inescapable point, then slaying them with one strike.

If Yang Zhenshan were here, he would surely notice that Ding Qiu’s blade already held the budding form of Dao Intent.

Ding Qiu’s nascent Dao Intent was not Natural Dao Intent, nor was it Yang Zhenshan’s realized "Dao of Self", but rather a "Dao of Mind and Spirit".

His blade was not just a blade, but his sanctity for Martial Arts.

With a long blade in hand, Ding Qiu seemed to be cloaked in holy glory, transcendent and aloof, brilliant and dazzling.

As the long blade returned to its sheath, the holy luster was concealed, and the solitary aura faded significantly, leaving only an isolation from the world.

Yet as he sheathed his long blade, everyone around him stood frozen.

Zhou Tianci, Liang Shengze, Lv Hua, and Yu Tonghai looked at him with astonishment.

Behind Ding Qiu lay a dozen corpses, each body dismembered, either beheaded or cleaved at the waist.

That horrifying scene made the onlookers find it somewhat unbelievable.

Not far away, An Yuxing was still entangled with Lin Fuan, while the battle on this side had already ended.

Just as Zhou Tianci was about to inquire, a sudden gust of wind shot in from the sky.

A person, clad in a cyan Taoist robe and holding a horsetail whisk, arrived riding the wind.

This person was none other than Xuanzhen Taoist.

He approached, looking at Ding Qiu with a face full of wonder.

"Who is this?"

He didn’t know Ding Qiu, so he inquired.

But no one answered his question. Zhou Tianci asked in surprise, "What are you doing here?"

Xuanzhen Taoist glanced at him and said lightly, "You are fighting at my doorstep, and you ask me what I’m doing here?"

Zhou Tianci awkwardly smoothed out his beard.

Well, this place was indeed not far from Taoist Palace Mountain, less than a hundred miles away.

Saying "at the doorstep" might be an exaggeration, but it was normal for Xuanzhen Taoist to come and take a look.

Although Ding Qiu didn’t recognize Xuanzhen Taoist, he knew of him, after all, Xuanzhen Taoist was a renowned figure.

"Junior Ding Qiu, greets Senior!" Ding Qiu clasped his fists and bowed.

"Ding Qiu, how come I’ve never heard of you? You shouldn’t be a nobody, are you from the East South Sea Domain?" Xuanzhen Taoist asked in confusion.

He had been watching from the sidelines for a while, not wanting to miss such a rare battle.

Initially, his attention was entirely focused on An Yuxing and Lin Fuan. He knew An Yuxing’s strength, though not matching his own, it had reached the level of Enlightenment.

But as he watched, his gaze was drawn to Ding Qiu.

Ding Qiu’s blade was too dazzling, hard to ignore.

What was dazzling wasn’t the light but the sacred intent, as if a divine presence had descended, once appearing, it firmly captivated everyone’s gaze.

Xuanzhen Taoist couldn’t see through Ding Qiu’s blade intent, but he could tell it was exceptionally unique.

So when Ding Qiu finished his battle, he couldn’t wait to reveal himself, wanting to discuss it with Ding Qiu.

"The junior is the head guard of the Yang family, always following the old Marquis’s side!" Ding Qiu explained.

Xuanzhen Taoist was stunned, "You’re one of Yang Zhenshan’s men!"

"Indeed!"

Xuanzhen Taoist’s expression was quite complex, "How many experts does Yang Zhenshan have hidden?"

Zhou Tianci and Liang Shengze both nodded in agreement, looking at Ding Qiu with similarly complex expressions.

They had known Ding Qiu before the battle, having come here from the Capital City together, but never had they thought highly of him, assuming he was just a newly entered Innate Martial Artist who wasn’t remarkable. Never did they imagine Ding Qiu was so outrageously powerful.

In truth, Ding Qiu hadn’t been in the Innate Realm for long, not even two decades.

In terms of cultivation, he was far from matching the few present, but he seemingly had a unique gift for Dao Intent. In terms of Xuanji and subtlety, his cultivation was average, but when it came to Enlightenment, he had already stepped into the threshold, comprehending a budding form of Dao Intent.

Even Yang Zhenshan was unaware of this.

Yang Zhenshan had spoken to Ding Qiu about Dao Intent, passing on some of his insights, but he never thought Ding Qiu could comprehend Dao Intent in a short time.

And Ding Qiu himself was unaware that he had reached Enlightenment, always focused on his training without realizing he had grasped his own blade intent.

While everyone was shocked by Ding Qiu, battles continued on the battlefield.

The brutal fight was ongoing, with both sides completely entangled and no longer distinguishable.

The fight had devolved into chaos.

The Heavy Cavalry could no longer launch another charge; they could only mechanically swing the iron maces at nearby enemies. Many Heavy Cavalry had fallen off their horses, getting butchered by scores or dozens of Divine Sun Sect members.

The Heavy Armor Foot Soldiers were also locked in a grueling fight, facing twice their numbers of enemies. On the battlefield, they were up against the enemy’s most elite units, or rather, the most frenzied soldiers.

Yang Chengye was still charging, but only less than a thousand cavalry remained behind him, yet he continued to assault the enemy ranks ceaselessly.

At this point, there were no more fancy moves, nor any tactics—only a battle to the death.

Who knows how long he charged before finally coming face to face with Chen Hengchang.

Upon meeting, it was naturally a fight to the death.