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Chapter 1543: Perfect Ending
Right at this moment.
An astonishing aura suddenly erupted from Cang Sheng's body.
This aura was incredibly sharp, as if overflowing with sword energy, completely unstoppable.
Situ Fang's heart suddenly sank.
Seeing Cang Sheng's bizarre state, he decisively stepped up his offensive.
Clang, clang, clang! Sparks flew across the scene as blade and sword clashed, flashing with cold, piercing light.
The next moment.
A muffled sound echoed from within Cang Sheng's body.
Bang!
His aura subsequently surged by a massive margin.
What?!
Patriarch Situ and the members of the Situ family couldn't help but stand up in unison.
They were endlessly shocked, all staring completely dumbfounded.
This... Cang Sheng actually broke through in the middle of battle?!
That's right, his cultivation realm is now the same as Young Master Fang's, both at the seventh level of the Martial Master realm!
A genius... Cang Sheng is a genius! Not only could he fight above his level for hundreds of exchanges and rely on perception to battle, but he even managed to break through while facing a desperate situation!
Cang Sheng's performance left the crowd clicking their tongues in amazement.
Meanwhile, Situ Taili stared fixedly at Cang Sheng on the arena, revealing a look of utter astonishment.
He could tell that Cang Sheng had done more than just break through mid-battle.
The battle on the arena continued.
With his eyes closed, Cang Sheng had shifted from his previous passive defense to fighting Situ Fang on equal footing.
The two exchanged blows back and forth. The profound sword techniques caught Situ Fang off guard, adding a few more sword wounds to his body.
Situ Fang gritted his teeth. Glaring with bloodshot eyes, he endured the pain and slashed fiercely at Cang Sheng.
The crowd had barely caught their breath before they were plunged into shock once again.
No... Cang Sheng didn't just break through; he seems to be comprehending sword techniques on his own!
This single comment stirred up a thousand ripples.
The next moment.
Voices of discussion and exclamations of surprise washed over the arena like a tidal wave.
Situ Fang only felt himself struggling more and more, yet he was unable to harm Cang Sheng in the slightest with his blade aura.
His previous contempt for Cang Sheng had completely vanished.
In its place was terror.
Cang Sheng's current state made him feel an immense pressure.
The tide-like discussions did not affect Cang Sheng.
He had entered an extremely profound state.
In Cang Sheng's mind, countless sword moves began to dance on their own.
Although he hadn't opened his eyes, Situ Fang's attacks were clearly reflected in his mind.
And with every incoming attack, Cang Sheng was able to neutralize it using whips, taps, lifts, thrusts, slashes, uppercuts, and wipes.
These most basic sword moves seemed to merge with him, as if Cang Sheng himself were the sharpest of swords.
As his thoughts raced, Cang Sheng subconsciously entered a perfect groove.
In this mysterious and profound state, Cang Sheng beat Situ Fang into a steady retreat.
His previous disadvantage was swept away, replaced by tens of thousands of strands of sword intent crisscrossing the air.
Under the barrage of attacks, Cang Sheng finally reached an epiphany.
So, this was what it meant to be one with the sword.
The next moment.
Cang Sheng suddenly opened his eyes.
Blazing sword light seemed to flash within his eyes, as if threatening to burst forth.
Cang Sheng was seen leaping up fiercely, wielding his longsword as he flew down to slash.
His black martial arts suit fluttered loudly in the wind.
The sword intent that tore through the sky let out a deafening hum.
Clang!
A crisp sound rang out like a massive temple bell, shaking everyone's minds and sending chills down their spines.
Situ Fang's longblade was cleaved in half upon impact.
Ding!
The shattered blade fell onto the bluestone slabs.
Situ Fang only felt a burst of icy coldness against his neck.
A chill instantly spread through his limbs and bones, making his hairs stand on end and his pupils violently constrict.
This was the feeling of death.
At this moment.
Cang Sheng's heavily chipped longsword was resting right against Situ Fang's neck.
The setting sun shone upon the longsword, and the crimson light it reflected made Situ tremble uncontrollably.
The webbing between his thumb and forefinger had split open, and blood dripped down the broken blade onto the ground.
The scene instantly became so quiet you could hear a pin drop, falling into a bizarre silence.
You've lost!
Cang Sheng's plain words broke the deathly silence in the martial arts arena.
Uproarious exclamations of surprise flooded the area once again.
The broken blade in Situ Fang's hand slipped to the ground.
At this very moment, his will to fight had been completely wiped out by that touch of icy coldness.
Cang Sheng, you win, Situ Fang said weakly.
Afterward, he turned around and desolately jumped off the arena, walking away with an incredibly lonely silhouette.
Situ Qingyi shed hot tears of excitement.
She didn't care about her father beside her, nor the gazes of her fellow clansmen around her.
She threw herself at Cang Sheng with reckless abandon, hugging him tightly and nestling into his embrace.
Situ Qingyi's tears poured down endlessly like a reservoir with its floodgates opened.
Her emotions were far too complex.
Joy, excitement, lingering fear, grievance, exhaustion, relief...
All these various emotions transformed into her scalding, crystal-clear teardrops, falling continuously onto Cang Sheng's chest.
Cang Sheng let go of his longsword and wrapped his arms around his beloved Situ Qingyi.
This girl was the person he wanted to take care of for his entire life, the person he wanted to protect with his very life!
He allowed Situ Qingyi's tears to flow over his wounds; the stinging pain helped engrave this exact moment and scene deeply into his heart.
Everyone was watching the perfect couple.
Some voiced harsh criticisms, some offered their blessings, some were deeply moved, and some remained completely silent.
The ones remaining completely silent were naturally Patriarch Situ and Situ Taili.
As for Yi Feng, he merely curled the corners of his mouth into a smile; all of this was no different from what he had expected.
Thinking back to those who followed him, Yi Feng, in the past, which of them wasn't a giant of a region, which of them wasn't a supreme powerhouse beneath the starry sky?!
How could the bloodlines they left behind possibly be inferior?
It had merely been a trivial hundred thousand years.
How could the bloodline inheritance of the strong be buried because of this, and how could it be severed because of this?!
A golden scale is not a thing to remain in a pond; once it meets the wind and clouds, it transforms into a dragon!
Cang Sheng's ancestor was once a giant dragon.
And now, Cang Sheng had also leaped over the dragon gate!
Afterward.
Yi Feng looked calmly at Situ Taili and said indifferently, Cang Sheng has already proven himself. You surely don't have any other objections now, do you?
Situ Taili slowly nodded, then let out a long sigh.
Following that, he stood up and left the martial arts arena directly.
As he walked away, Situ Taili said, There is no need for a betrothal gift, fellow Daoist, please take it back. As long as you can guarantee that the boy will never have a change of heart toward my daughter, that will be enough!
Situ Taili's words were neither light nor heavy, but when they landed in the minds of Cang Sheng and Situ Qingyi, they exploded like claps of thunder.
They had finally cleared away all the obstacles; they could finally be together legitimately and openly!
Cupping Situ Qingyi's face in his hands, Cang Sheng planted a loud kiss right on her lips.
Situ Qingyi's oval face instantly flushed red with shyness, looking just like a fully ripened peach.
Come, Qingyi, let's go thank Big Brother Yi Feng!
Situ Qingyi wiped away her tears and nodded shyly in agreement.
The two arrived in front of Yi Feng and said in unison, Thank you for making this happen, Big Brother Yi Feng!
Yi Feng smiled gently, his smile like a spring breeze brushing against the face, like the warm and genial sun.
There is no need to thank me. It was all thanks to your own persistence, and it relied on Cang Sheng's true abilities.
Cang Sheng revealed a bashful expression.
"It is all thanks to Big Brother Yi Feng teaching me swordplay and building up my confidence. Otherwise, relying solely on myself, it would have been impossible to defeat a strong enemy like Situ Fang, let alone achieve a breakthrough in the heat of battle and comprehend the unity of man and sword!"
Yi Feng gently patted Cang Sheng's shoulder and said warmly, "Alright, you should focus on consolidating your cultivation first, and spend some time with your little girlfriend while you're at it!"
The blush that had just faded from Situ Qingyi's face flushed red once again.
"I'll head back first and simmer some chicken soup for you..." Yi Feng laughed, and then left on his own.
Right at this moment.
Situ Taili, who was meditating cross-legged in his room, suddenly received a voice transmission in his mind.
"The previous betrothal gifts are still in the hall, go collect them yourself. If the Cang family is proposing marriage, how could they lack decent betrothal gifts."
Yi Feng's words were calm but left no room for doubt or refusal.
This voice transmission was like a supreme decree, causing Situ Taili's heart to tremble violently.
At the same time, looking at the cheerful chatter and laughter in the courtyard, this father was slightly taken aback, and a faint smile involuntarily appeared on his face.
At this moment.
He had finally and completely accepted this matter.