Nine Star Hegemon Body Arts

Chapter 6351 Lightning Attribute Expert

Long Chen had originally planned to cultivate peacefully beneath the Seven Treasure Colored Glass Tree. He wanted to calm his heart and continue comprehending the eighth gate.

With 977 Sovereign flames already condensed, Long Chen felt as though he was standing on the edge of a new threshold of power. It was just waiting to be unlocked.

However, before he could try to comprehend it, Mu Qingyun woke him up. The instant he opened his eyes, the world around him trembled—mountains were collapsing, flames gushed out of the earth, and an oppressive heatwave struck him like a tsunami.

“It’s the Golden Crow race’s Sun Flame. It seems that there was an enormous battle here,” said Long Chen, narrowing his eyes at the scorched remains of the battlefield.

This was actually a good sign. It meant the giant lifeform that had previously attacked them was heading in the same direction as the Golden Crow race.

If the two forces had not clashed by coincidence, then their target had to be the same. For so many experts to be drawn toward the Heaven’s Spine Mountain Range, whatever had appeared there had to be truly extraordinary.

“Come out!” Mu Qingyun suddenly shouted.

The moment she drew her sword, it sliced the void open, and a startled cry rang out in the distance. A long, slender sword shattered into fragments along with its master’s severed arm, but the figure had already vanished.

“What speed. I let him escape.” Mu Qingyun frowned, surprised. For someone to dodge her sword and retreat alive, they had to be formidable.

“That was someone from the Lifehunter race. Their concealment arts are unmatched. But for you to sense their existence at such a distance means all my scolding wasn’t wasted,” said Long Chen, nodding in approval.

Mu Qingyun’s strike carried a faint echo of Yue Zifeng’s sword intent. This meant she wasn’t merely practicing blindly anymore—she was starting to comprehend.

Mu Qingyun was startled. Only now did she realize that her perception had grown much sharper. Her attack speed and accuracy had advanced as well.

Excitement welled within her. The boring and repeated act of drawing and sheathing her sword had slowly eroded her pride, allowing her to become humble, to commune with her sword in its simplest, purest form.

Mu Qingyun turned to look at Long Chen. Seeing his smile, she felt her heart trembling. To her, both Long Chen and Yue Zifeng were like gods.

Long Chen wasn’t even a sword cultivator, yet his comprehension of the Sword Dao far surpassed her own. In her eyes, he was omnipotent.

Mu Qingyun slowly sheathed her sword. A crisp sword cry rang out from the friction between the blade and sheath. At this moment, it no longer sounded cold—it sounded like the voice of nature itself, as if praising her progress.

For the first time, she felt her sword’s heartbeat. Holding the hilt, she sensed her flesh and blood merging with the blade.

In that instant, she understood that her Sword Dao had once again advanced. This kind of progression couldn’t be measured or described.

It wasn’t like Sovereign flames, which brought tangible increases. Her growth was invisible, indescribable—a realm only she could feel.

Long Chen nodded. This foolish child had finally grasped what she needed to. Her future prospects were limitless. Next time she encountered Yue Zifeng, would that lofty sword god finally see her in a new light?

Yue Zifeng had climbed farther along the Sword Dao than anyone else, but he neither knew how to teach nor had the patience to guide others. Long Chen was different. While he lacked Yue Zifeng’s depth in sword comprehension, he understood people’s characters.

Yue Zifeng already stood at the peak of a mountain, while Mu Qingyun was in the midst of climbing it. The scenery Yue Zifeng saw was completely inexplicable to Mu Qingyun, simply because she couldn’t see it.

Long Chen, however, wasn’t on that mountain at all. Watching from afar, he could see both their perspectives clearly. Simply by shifting the angle, the gap between them became obvious, and the solution appeared.

With some pointers, Mu Qingyun was no longer lost. She had never abandoned the sword in her hand, so it was naturally easy for her to form a resonance with it.

Mu Qingyun had obtained the Sword Servant, an absolutely heaven-defying treasure of the Sword God line. Such a treasure could never have fallen into the hands of a fool. Now, Long Chen’s judgment was confirmed.

“Alright, I’ve finally found a bodyguard for myself!” Long Chen said.

He smiled at the reinvigorated Mu Qingyun. She seemed like an entirely new person.

“Being the bodyguard of the human race’s number one expert is the greatest honor of my life.”

After laughing, Mu Qingyun asked, “Brother Long, should I keep training the art of drawing and sheathing, or focus on flying sword techniques? Or maybe I should try controlling the Sword Servant?”

Long Chen shook his head. “From her on, I can no longer give you any more guidance.”

“Hm? Why not?” asked Mu Qingyun, disappointed.

“My previous words were just a basic primer to shake you from ignorance. Now that you’ve stepped past this stage, anything more I teach would only limit you. My influence could warp your Sword Dao, leaving flaws that prevent you from ever reaching the flawless sword heart. Besides, you already have a master. Why ask me?” Long Chen explained, his gaze falling to the sword in her hand.

Mu Qingyun also looked at her sword, smiling. It quivered slightly, and its will blazed to her. She had never imagined she would reach this realm. Now, her future path looked clear and bright. She was no longer lost.

Suddenly, a streak of lightning bolts flew through the air, ripping open a crack in the void. It was like a lightning dragon, vanishing with a flash. The bolt was so fast and distant that they couldn’t even see what it truly was before it disappeared.

“What terrifying speed! It’s even faster than that enormous lifeform from before!” exclaimed Mu Qingyun.

“It was a person!” Lei Linger said, materializing beside Long Chen.

She gazed at where the bolt of lightning had passed in shock. As a lightning spiritual body, her senses were unmatched. Though Long Chen and Mu Qingyun had seen nothing clearly, she had felt it.

“He tore through space with brute physical strength? What a monster!” Long Chen exclaimed, surprised as well.

From Lei Linger’s words, he understood—it wasn’t lightning itself, but a man using thunderforce to rip the void open.

Furthermore, Lei Linger said that he was a wielder of thunderforce. Although he was not a lightning spiritual body, the lightning he controlled was vaster and stronger than Lei Linger’s.

“A human who can endure that much thunderforce with a body of flesh of blood?” Mu Qingyun found it difficult to believe.

Humans had no shortage of lightning cultivators, but it was usually treated as a supplementary power. The human body was simply too frail to withstand the destructive nature of thunderforce.

The demonic beast race, the devil race, and other races with massive bodies had an innate advantage. Their colossal frames allowed them to store a thousand times more thunderforce than a human of the same realm.

Even then, demonic beasts couldn’t compare to spiritual bodies like Lei Linger. Her core energy dwarfed theirs a thousandfold.

And yet now, a human had appeared whose thunderforce surpassed even Lei Linger’s. Even Long Chen was shocked.

“It seems things are about to get interesting,” Long Chen muttered, anticipation lit up in his eyes.

With nine hundred seventy-seven Sovereign flames condensed, what he needed most was battle—to consolidate his realm and test the limits of his current strength.

“Let’s go!”

A burning desire for battle surged out of Long Chen. He had to get stronger, and he couldn’t afford to waste any opportunity.