The Transmigrator’s Cultivation

Arc 20: Affairs of Frozen Snow Plains | Chapter 380: Learning From Each Other

Inside the second Ice Palace, there was a vast martial arts arena owned by the second young palace master, Le Zheng Hezhi.

At this moment, a group of people headed straight for that place, standing in the center of the arena.

Xu Ziqing stepped back, standing at the edge.

The arena was incredibly flat, and looking around, it resembled an ice field, a uniform expanse of white.

Yun Lie had long removed his outer cloak and was now dressed in plain clothes, facing Le Zheng Hezhi wearing purple from a distance.

Between the two, their auras quickly shifted from loose to concentrated, taking just a single breath to do so.

Although Xu Ziqing was far away, he sensed two terrifying intentions approaching from both sides, compelling him to circulate his true essence to avoid being pushed back by the overwhelming pressure.

…What a powerful oppressive force!

Neither of the two were chatty individuals. Le Zheng Hezhi flicked his finger, and a long spear appeared in his palm, entirely silver in color yet infused with a lustrous glow that reached the spear tip, emanating a pure yet violent killing intent. It was as if beneath the ice field, a raging fire was about to erupt!

At the same time, Yun Lie slightly raised his hand and grasped a long sword. The sword was black-gold, with an ancient shape that seemed dull and lackluster. However, it appeared to absorb all surrounding light, making its blade almost invisible. A formidable killing intent spread like a tidal wave, both cold and flowing like mercury, causing the surrounding atmosphere to become thick and seemingly frozen.

Xu Ziqing held his breath, recognizing the sword in his shixiong’s hand. It was forged from the essence of Greng metal and Rong Shuijing crystals, only about a foot long. Yet with a mere thought from his shixiong, it could transform into a formidable weapon, taking on such a form. He did not recognize how Le Zheng Hezhi’s spear was forged, but he found it difficult to approach with his divine sense; any slight movement would be swallowed by a storm, turning it into nothingness.

This battle would undoubtedly be breathtaking, shaking the very foundations of one’s soul!

Almost simultaneously, the two moved.

In what felt like the blink of an eye, the purple and white figures intertwined, their speed so fast it was like two flickering phantoms, making it impossible to discern the situation.

All that could be heard was the sharp ringing of the spear and the howling of the sword aura, the space seeming to tear apart with countless piercing sounds.

Xu Ziqing opened his eyes wide, gathering his true essence to focus on his vision, concentrating on the battle.

It was too fast!

Even so, he often struggled to keep up with their movements. Just as he caught sight of one exchange, it would shift immediately into another, leaving him dazed. After only a brief moment, his eyes felt sore, and his head began to spin.

However, this was the first time he had witnessed his shixiong engage in such a fierce battle. Unlike before, when he mainly stood still to confront enemies with sword intent, he was truly unleashing his sword techniques in combat now.

Although he had known for a long time that his shixiong’s swordsmanship was exceptional, honed through countless years of practice, he now realized that his imagination paled in comparison to his shixiong’s actual capabilities.

Le Zheng Hezhi and Yun Lie were truly locked in an exhilarating fight.

The long spear moved like a dragon, striking with agility and precision. Each thrust summoned frost, and the frigid air surged like a torrent, producing sounds of ice cracking with every piercing motion.

Yun Lie met the spear with his sword, the blade shimmering faintly, shattering the ice layer by layer, releasing a killing intent like flowing water, blossoming into a flurry of sword flowers.

During their intense exchange, Le Zheng Hezhi leapt into the air, the spear taut like a whip, slamming down with tremendous force! If it struck, it would surely burst the opponent’s head and shatter their bones! Yun Lie turned like lightning, narrowly evading. The spear struck the ground, cracking the ice and sending fissures radiating outwards. As Yun Lie spun in mid-air, he extended his arm and slashed down with his long sword.

Le Zheng Hezhi twisted suddenly, the silver spear blocking the long sword perfectly!

“Clang—”

A crisp sound rang out, and waves of sound rippled outward, scattering countless forces in all directions.

Yun Lie hovered mid-air, his long sword striking continuously.

Another series of thunderous sounds erupted, as Le Zheng Hezhi’s arm shook, and the spear quaked, transforming into a rolling wave of energy.

At this moment, where the long sword struck, the place where the silver spear met was trembling violently, no longer able to gather into a single point.

Yun Lie’s sword technique slightly paused.

Le Zheng Hezhi seized the opportunity to crouch low, then swung his silver spear horizontally, creating a wave of silver light like a large blade!

Yun Lie’s gaze turned cold, and countless sword shadows emerged from his long sword, resembling a web that surged forward.

The silver spear was equally formidable, instantly spinning like a flying wheel, making it impenetrable to needles and water; all the sword shadows were pushed back!

As the two engaged in a passionate battle, one unleashed endless sword techniques while the other continuously shifted his spear techniques.

In that moment, neither could gain the upper hand, both exerting all their strength to suppress the other.

Neither was willing to yield.

Xu Ziqing watched for a long time, his eyes starting to blur.

Yet he could see the intense battle spirit in his shixiong’s eyes, along with an undeniable charisma.

At this point, he also recognized that this battle was evenly matched; despite Le Zheng Hezhi having hundreds of years more experience, he could not overpower his shixiong!

And his shixiong’s potential had not yet reached its peak.

Just then, Xu Ziqing noticed someone had appeared beside him.

Turning to look, he saw the calm and honest-looking young man—his friend, Zhuang Wei.

Xu Ziqing smiled and said, “You’re a bit late; you missed the exciting part earlier.”

Zhuang Wei smiled back, “Is it too late to watch now?”

Xu Ziqing shook his head, “Not at all.”

Zhuang Wei, being a person of high standing under Le Zheng Hezhi, had many matters to attend to, which was why he arrived late.

Seeing Le Zheng Hezhi and Yun Lie in fierce combat now, he understood the situation well and felt somewhat worried for Yun Lie. He knew Le Zheng Hezhi’s nature; if he was interested in someone, he would not spare a glance, but if he was, he would insist on inviting them to battle, his battle spirit almost frenzied.

Zhuang Wei originally had no understanding of Yun Lie, but he was well aware of Le Zheng Hezhi’s strength, so he naturally worried for his friend’s partner’s safety.

Noticing Zhuang Wei’s expression, Xu Ziqing smiled instead, “There’s no need for concern, Brother Zhuang. My shixiong rarely encounters a worthy opponent, and it’s truly a joy for him to have the second young palace master accompanying him.”

Upon hearing this, Zhuang Wei felt relieved, “I’ve never seen anyone fight Le Zheng Hezhi to such an extent; today, I’ve truly witnessed something exceptional with Daoist Yun.”

The two resumed watching the battle, no longer engaging in conversation.

Meanwhile, the two in the arena continued their exchange of spear and sword techniques, which mainly revolved around their movements.

Many tactics had yet to be fully revealed.

Suddenly, Le Zheng Hezhi whipped the silver spear, and the spear tip burst forth with a brilliant cold light.

Seeing this, Yun Lie also withdrew his attack, and at the point of his sword, a black-gold light flickered like a needle, pulsating uncertainly.

As the cold light surged forth, the black-gold light met it head-on.

The two collided, creating a thunderous shockwave.

“Boom, boom—”

After the sound, Xu Ziqing and Zhuang Wei felt as if thunder had struck their ears, their minds stirred.

But as they strained to see, there was no movement; instead, the two kinds of light clashed and dispersed each other.

This was indeed a stalemate.

Le Zheng Hezhi’s eyes reddened at the corners, and there seemed to be a hint of madness brewing in the center of his brows. He chuckled twice before suddenly sheathing his silver spear.

Yun Lie stood several feet away, his expression icy. At this moment, he resembled a glacier standing tall, completely immersed in the merciless path of the sword, his emotions frozen, fearless and undaunted.

Simultaneously, a thin crack appeared at the center of his brow, faintly nurturing an incredibly overwhelming power.

Le Zheng Hezhi moved, not creating any earth-shattering sounds, but simply raised a hand, from which a point of silver light suddenly emerged.

That silver light was very small, seeming quite weak, yet the aura it emanated was sharp to the extreme, appearing as if it could penetrate anything, dismantle any object. In the blink of an eye, the silver light erupted, transforming into a burst of snow mist.

This snow mist was extremely thin, almost like a piece of silver gauze, and yet it seemed to float away like a silver net.

Such a technique should not be particularly formidable; there was nothing frightening about it.

However, upon seeing this, Yun Lie’s figure swayed, and he retreated several feet.

Yet he was not dodging; in a swift motion, he cleaved a giant black-gold sword from the center of his brow, aimed straight at the snow mist!

The snow mist floated gently, and the black-gold sword seemed to stick to it, unable to penetrate at all.

However, a gleam of light flashed in Yun Lie’s eyes, and the black-gold sword began to change!

In an instant, it sprouted countless black-gold threads, which were the essence of the sword intent. It is known that when sword intent condenses, it often takes the shape of a sword, and altering its form is an immensely difficult task! Those who can transform it are destined for extraordinary achievements in the way of the sword.

For ordinary people, perfecting sword intent is quite challenging; not to mention those fine threads of sword intent, which are both flexible and rigid, making it even more difficult!

Le Zheng Hezhi’s eyes lit up at the sight of those fine threads.

The snow mist he had summoned was not ordinary; it was one of his nine innate divine powers, possessing immense strength.

He wondered if those threads of sword intent could be its opponent?

As Yun Lie’s thoughts stirred, countless threads of sword intent moved like spiritual serpents.

The black-gold sword, previously trapped in the snow mist and unable to act, transformed into fine threads, dividing the power of the snow mist into thousands of strands, each one considerably thinner. However, even so, it couldn’t break free; yet many of those fine threads cascaded down from all directions, forming a massive net that wrapped around the snow mist!

Boundless killing intent contained countless thoughts of slaughter, intertwining with the extremely cold thoughts within the snow mist.

Each point of snow mist clashed with each fine thread, fighting for survival, neither willing to yield.

Le Zheng Hezhi grew somewhat impatient; he raised a hand to summon the snow mist back.

Yun Lie’s brow glowed, and those countless fine threads also retracted, rushing into his Zifu.

At this point, the two divine powers and sword intents had gained mutual understanding.

They had witnessed techniques, sensed sword intent, yet in terms of cultivation level, there was little to show for it.

Le Zheng Hezhi’s eyes grew even redder as he raised a finger and gently tapped his brow.

In an instant, an icy domain appeared behind him, solidifying impressively, resembling a world stretching across the heavens.

Yun Lie similarly performed a technique, and behind him emerged a domain of swords, suppressing the boundless void.

Within the icy domain, countless icy mountains and snow-capped peaks extended endlessly into the distance.

Around, beside, and above those icy mountains, countless ice palaces subtly emerged, shimmering amidst the boundless ice and snow, each seeming to hold immense power.

Within the sword domain, numerous strands of sword intent shot up into the sky, stars hanging down, while the black-gold giant sword resembled thunder and lightning, sweeping through the cosmos.

Without needing to say much, the two small universes collided like arrows released from their bows!

“Boom, boom, boom—”

It was unclear how many times they collided or how much power erupted; the ground was left with chasms like a spider’s web, everywhere. Ice and stone were swept up, turning this martial arts arena into ruins.

Xu Ziqing and Zhuang Wei could hardly withstand such immense force; they had no time to react and were sent reeling, their chests feeling tight.

At that moment, they could hardly even open their eyes to look, and a sweet, metallic taste surged in their throats, which they couldn’t suppress.

Almost in the next instant, both of them spat out a mouthful of blood.

Xu Ziqing, with stronger cultivation than Zhuang Wei, only had a pale face, while Zhuang Wei stood unsteadily, his complexion resembling gold leaf, truly looking very unwell.

The two companions exchanged a glance, both forcing a wry smile.

Then, one began to adjust his breath, while the other took out a pill to swallow, finally stabilizing themselves.

Meanwhile, in the arena, the figures in purple and white stood opposite each other, yet neither saw their small universes.

Le Zheng Hezhi revealed a suppressed joy on his face: “I’ve lost half a measure.”

Yun Lie remained expressionless: “If we are of equal cultivation, I am not as good as you.”

Le Zheng Hezhi slowly curved his lips: “If I were of your age, I would not be as good as you.”

Translator: Lynn

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