The Transmigrator’s Cultivation

Arc 17: Hengwu Small World | Chapter 333: Probe

So it turns out it was the Wu Ao Sect’s scheme.

Xu Ziqing had always been open-hearted, but he was not ignorant of the many intrigues in this vast world. He had thought that the Wu Ao Sect would simply bring his Shixiong here and leave it at that. Unexpectedly, they had a backup plan, hiring some expert from an unknown major sect to eliminate his Shixiong before the conference—if they couldn’t eliminate him, they would exhaust his strength or inflict injuries that would hinder his participation in the Xuanwu Conference. Moreover, even these congenital experts were getting involved.

After witnessing this, Xu Ziqing felt a surge of anger. He had hoped to use the Xuanwu Conference to help his Shixiong awaken his primordial spirit on his own, which would be more satisfying than intervening himself. However, these repeated schemes were intolerable. No matter how cultivators are usually above the fray in mortal conflicts, if the opponent was being so aggressive, they should be made to suffer some consequences! Having made up his mind, Xu Ziqing flickered and turned into a wisp of blue light, darting away again. In the blink of an eye, he had returned to the room. However, as soon as he stood still, he found himself staring into a pair of deep black eyes.

Xu Ziqing was taken aback. “Tiangang?”

Yun Tiangang remained expressionless, sitting cross-legged on the bed, gazing steadily at him.

Xu Ziqing sighed, realizing that his Shixiong had detected him, and said, “Did I wake you?”

Yun Tiangang replied, “Where did you go?”

Xu Ziqing never deceived his Shixiong, so he naturally wouldn’t hide the truth from Yun Tiangang either. He recounted everything he had just overheard. For him, those people were not worth fearing, but with his Shixiong’s primordial spirit still trapped in a mortal body, it was best not to fall victim to petty schemes.

Upon hearing this, Yun Tiangang emitted a wave of murderous intent before saying, “I already know. Sleep now.”

Xu Ziqing nodded, removing the outer robes he had just put on and lying down on the bed.

Yun Tiangang did the same, lying down beside him.

Earlier, when Xu Ziqing slipped out, it had only taken a breath’s time for the person beside Yun Tiangang to vanish, and he had immediately awakened to the situation.

However, he did not know what method Xu Ziqing had used. Although it felt familiar, he could not replicate it, so he refrained from making any rash movements and waited on the bed.

Sure enough, Xu Ziqing returned shortly, bringing news of the repeated plots by the Wu Ao Sect.

In his twenty years of life, Yun Tiangang had never taken a life, but upon hearing this, a thick wave of killing intent seemed to rise within him.

This killing intent felt all too familiar as if it had accompanied him for many years, inseparable from him. He quietly closed his eyes, gradually suppressing his breath.

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“Swift Sword Yun Tiangang? Quite a reputation and quite an audacity!” A harsh male voice came from outside the door.

Then, the main door crashed open—not kicked or punched, but shattered by some sharp weapon, splintering into countless pieces that scattered everywhere, utterly destroyed.

In the next moment, a tall and lean young man appeared at the entrance, holding a heavy sword. The sword was only about the length of an arm, looking somewhat short and clumsy. However, the battle intent radiating from the young man was impossible to ignore, and the heavy sword glinted with a thick, cold light.

Yun Tiangang remained standing in the courtyard, and as he looked up, he saw the young man swing his sword!

The lean young man grinned maliciously. “Strike first and gain the upper hand! My Gale Sword has been known for its speed since my debut. Now, a yellow-haired brat like you dares to call yourself a fast sword? Hurry up and leave your life behind, lest you tarnish my grandpa’s reputation!”

This Gale Swordsman, Peng Yu, was a skilled practitioner at the eighth level of the Houtian stage, proud and arrogant by nature. When he wielded his Gale Sword, it was like a storm; most peers of his level found it difficult to compete, and they often faltered before his fierce swordplay, leading to their swift defeat.

He regarded himself as a master of the sword, claiming to wield the fastest sword. Little did he expect, after just stepping out for some fun, to hear about a sudden appearance of another fast sword. How could he endure it? Naturally, he immediately sought out the source to eliminate that audacious individual and set an example! However, Peng Yu had not considered who the real target was supposed to be. Now, with his heavy sword dancing wildly, he aimed to kill Yun Tiangang with a single strike!

Xu Ziqing took one look at Peng Yu’s move and knew he would not harm his Shixiong in the least. Although he was not deeply versed in the sword arts, he had been taught by his Shixiong for many years, so he could easily spot the weaknesses in a mortal’s swordsmanship, even without practicing it firsthand. Not to mention, his Shixiong’s swordsmanship realm was complete; he was merely restrained by his physical form and unable to fully exert his strength.

At this moment, Xu Ziqing’s gaze was drawn to someone hidden in the crowd behind the Gale Sword.

It was a young man dressed in a green long robe, elegant as a jade tree in the wind. However, this young man was clearly the same brocade-clad figure he had seen the night before—the blue-robed Shixiong.

Today, he had changed into another outfit to spy, so… perhaps this Gale Sword user Peng Yu was also a pawn in their scheme.

The battle between Yun Tiangang and Peng Yu unfolded rapidly. Although Peng Yu’s heavy sword was short and his swordsmanship had some merit, it was still insufficient against Yun Tiangang. Once he wielded his long sword, it was as if he had grasped the world of swords; countless sword techniques and insights surged within him, as if the sword were him and he were the sword.

Yun Tiangang did not know how he understood the ways of the sword, but he knew that the sword way was his very essence. Therefore, if any other eighth-level practitioners of the Houtian stage were to attack so suddenly, he would need to observe a bit to discern their weaknesses. But with the Gale Sword user approaching, he didn’t need to look; he could draw his sword and point it directly at the opening!

Peng Yu’s eyes widened in disbelief as he saw the long sword pierce into his side. He couldn’t believe what was happening. He had seized the initiative, yet he couldn’t withstand even one strike—

No, this was impossible!

Logically, if he had failed and the opponent had shown mercy, he should have retreated gracefully to concede. But with his eyes bloodshot and his heavy sword still in hand, Peng Yu disregarded his injury and swung it fiercely in retaliation—

Yun Tiangang immediately withdrew, having already pulled his sword out.

Peng Yu’s heavy sword barely grazed his front, but he was still unwilling to accept defeat and pulled out a pill, swallowing it in one go. Immediately, Peng Yu’s eyes reddened, and his temples bulged ominously, nearly protruding an inch. His face became twisted as if several worms were writhing beneath the surface, turning terrifying in an instant. Subsequently, his momentum surged rapidly.

Among the onlookers, someone suddenly shouted, “Frenzied Rage Pill! He took a Frenzied Rage Pill!”

Others began to discuss:

“This is a banned substance; how dare he bring this here!”

“The reputation of the Gale Sword is going to be ruined today!”

“Did he take this pill to—”

“Look, he’s forcibly broken through to the ninth level of the acquired stage!”

The crowd buzzed with astonishment.

Xu Ziqing also recognized that the pill Peng Yu had taken was a powerful drug designed to stimulate vitality and enhance strength. After taking it, his power would likely surge for a short time, but the consequences would be endless. This person had a narrow mind and was unwilling to admit defeat; now he aimed to use this drug to turn the battle around. His previous killing intent might have been a momentary surge of passion, but now his desire to kill was all too real.

Yun Tiangang noticed it too. His expression remained unchanged, but the aura around him instantly turned icy.

Xu Ziqing was startled.

Killing intent!

With his keen insight, he could naturally perceive the change in Yun Tiangang’s aura.

Such pure killing intent could potentially be condensed by a mortal, but the ruthless essence it contained was far beyond what an ordinary person could reach.

Since his Shixiong’s sword path had gradually revived, his understanding of the sword’s realm had also begun to return.

Indeed, as his Shixiong experienced more, he gained more, and his primordial spirit awakened more quickly.

And that Peng Yu… was merely a sacrificial sword for his Shixiong!

Stimulated by the drug, Peng Yu could no longer maintain his composure. With a ferocious grin, he charged forward with his heavy sword, and the Gale Sword moved threefold faster than before, its sword intent becoming even more ferocious and violent!

The young man in the green robe had been waiting for this moment; seeing the scene unfold, he became extremely focused.

At this moment, Peng Yu was at the ninth level of the Houtian stage, his movement and swordsmanship were both impressive. His earlier connection with this boastful Peng Yu was precisely to place this pill into his hands. Now, he needed Peng Yu to pave the way for their sect’s young master and see how Yun Tiangang would respond.

Yun Tiangang’s white robes flashed as he reached Peng Yu’s side.

The young man in the green robe furrowed his brow. How could he be so fast without using any martial energy?

Peng Yu reacted quickly, immediately pivoting and slashing his heavy sword diagonally.

Yun Tiangang shifted slightly, perfectly avoiding the blow.

As the exchanges continued, Peng Yu’s speed became incredibly rapid, his heavy sword sweeping through the air like a storm, truly resembling a frenzy, wishing he could immediately slay his enemy.

Yet Yun Tiangang did not make any significant movements, evading every attack, leaving Peng Yu unable to inflict even the slightest injury.

The young man in the green robe was meticulous in his thoughts and had excellent vision; by this time, he had noticed some underlying principles.

Although Yun Tiangang lacked martial energy, his movements were quick and entirely reliant on his physical strength. However, each action he made required considerable effort. Now, while dodging, his movements were extremely subtle, conserving his energy to the utmost, enabling him to persist.

If it weren’t for the young master’s order, he would indeed hold great admiration for Yun Tiangang.

Countless martial artists could practice martial energy, yet this person, Yun Tiangang, had managed to reach this point without it; he must have endured countless hardships and suffered greatly. Such a resolute character was truly a shame.

Although he had no fondness for the narrow-minded Martial Ao Sect, the young man in the green robe was very loyal to his sect. He felt regretful but kept his eyes locked on the battlefield without distraction.

After several evasions, Peng Yu, now fully under the influence of the drug, lost his cool despite his fierce aura, making it easy for him to expose his shortcomings.

Soon, Yun Tiangang bent slightly to the side, raised his long sword, and directly severed Peng Yu’s neck.

In an instant, a spray of hot blood erupted forth.

Peng Yu’s eyes bulged in fury as he collapsed to the ground.

He had been slain.

The surrounding spectators held their breath, and upon witnessing this, the young man in the green robe did not linger; he quickly turned and hurried back to report on Yun Tiangang’s situation.

Yun Tiangang turned and walked back to his original spot, calmly awaiting the next challenge.

Several servants approached voluntarily, ready to drag away the corpse with practiced ease.

Just then, a thunderous voice boomed through the air: “Who dares to kill my grandson!”

In the next moment, several palm strikes shot down from above, shattering the skulls of those servants.

Xu Ziqing’s gaze turned icy as he looked up.

Translator: Lynn

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