Chapter 1329: Heartache of Jian Qinsheng

"Try the true One Sword Splits the Sea!"

Eyes gleaming, Zhang Xuan let out a shout and grabbed at the air with his large hand.

What he had just displayed was merely the sword intent of the Three Swords of Lingxu, not using his full strength. Now, seeing the other party block it with ease, he hesitated no longer.

Crackle!

With a sound of space tearing, over a hundred mid-grade saint artifact longswords whistled out and hovered quietly in the air.

"Go!"

Patterns flickered in his eyes, and a set of intricate sword techniques thrust straight forward.

Although One Sword Splits the Sea was only a single sword move, it relied on a massive sword array formed by 108 longswords, each containing a sword technique, together like a thousand troops and ten thousand horses.

Rumble!

The sword diagram transformed into an ocean, covering down, with countless sword qi crisscrossing, instantly enveloping the entire room.

"This is... Sword Elder's ultimate move? You..."

Blocking the opponent's sword qi and feeling quite relaxed, Jian Qinsheng suddenly saw a sword diagram covering down. His pupils contracted, and he nearly fainted.

Although he had never met Sword Elder, as a former sword expert, he had long heard of his name and his ultimate technique.

In fact, when he traveled around, he had even visited the Sword Pool to study for a time, but found the philosophy incompatible and gave up.

He thought this man's legacy had long been cut off, but never dreamed that this young man would display it, and surpass the master, stronger and more sharp-edged than legend.

Most crucially... just when he thought the other had no suitable weapon and gave him one, never dreaming that in a blink he would pull out such a pile.

With so many, why did you take that top-grade one?

His face twitching, he could no longer care about anything else. Spreading his hands, sword qi shot from his fingertips, and the flowing-water-like barrier before him became thicker.

Boom!

Just as he finished, over a hundred longswords stabbed over. The immense impact fell on the barrier, "Crack! Crack!" A series of crisp sounds, the latter cracked, then shattered like glass.

"How do these sword qi know the flaws in my Flowing Water Sword Art?"

His body trembled.

The sword art he had just displayed was like flowing water, hard to cut with a knife, but the other broke it in one blow, indicating he had found the loopholes and flaws, making it impossible to maintain the flowing state.

When he had competed with that sword expert from the Zhang family before, even that strength could not achieve this. How did this young man do it?

Full of shock, he wanted to stop it but found it too late. The sword diagram formed by hundreds of longswords surged from all directions like a storm, converging into a torrent, piercing through the loopholes in his moves and stabbing fiercely into his body.

"Pfft!"

A sweetness in his throat, he flew backward and "Bang!" stuck to the wall.

Whoosh!

The seals arranged around, under the immense impact, emitted crisp sounds, seeming ready to explode at any moment.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

With him stuck to the wall, the attack did not end. Sword shadows layered, and hundreds of forces struck one after another like waves, each stronger than the last.

The whole room seemed to light up with a seven-colored rainbow, dazzling the eyes, and Jian Qinsheng's figure was completely shrouded in sword light.

Boom!

The seal could no longer bear it and exploded with a bang. Without the array's support, the room also creaked, could not hold on, and collapsed with a rumble.

Debris flew, dust billowed.

Jian Qinsheng, suspended in the air, wanted to flee but had no time. Sword shadows fell continuously, each strike hitting the flaws in his moves, making defense impossible.

Boom boom boom!

His figure kept retreating, crashing through seven or eight rooms before stopping.

"Huff!"

Letting out a breath, Zhang Xuan, pale-faced, withdrew his palm, feeling pain all over, without even the strength to lift a finger.

Just now, he had only mentally deduced, not actually applied it. Only when truly executing did he realize how terrifying this move's power was. Moreover, at the end of the attack, with his current strength, he could not control it until all the true qi in his body was consumed.

"Too terrifying, beyond my control. Better use it sparingly in the future..."

Cold sweat on his forehead, Zhang Xuan couldn't help feeling a pang of fear.

At the end of this move, it was no longer under his control.

Not that the move had any problem, but his strength was still too low to fully display it, like a child wielding a hammer—powerful, but hard to stop once swung.

He was now that child with a hammer. One Sword Splits the Sea, fully executed, could not be withdrawn until all true qi in his body was completely drained.

Cultivating the true qi of Fengsheng Jie, reaching the Saint Domain, he had almost never exhausted it, but now it was completely gone, showing how terrifying this move was!

In battle, exhausting true qi would be very dangerous, and he might even die without knowing how!

"By the way, Senior Jian Qinsheng, is he alright?"

Just now, he was too focused on his own enjoyment and didn't notice the other's condition. Looking at the ruins before him, Zhang Xuan couldn't help feeling worried.

Although this guy said he wouldn't suppress his cultivation, he had indeed lowered his power. If he couldn't withstand it and was beaten to death, wouldn't he become a murderer?

Whoosh!

Before this worry fully arose, he saw a figure fly up from the ruins.

It was Jian Qinsheng.

At this moment, he no longer looked like an expert. His clothes were torn in many places, full of sword holes, indescribably disheveled.

"Senior..." Zhang Xuan's mouth twitched, and he quickly asked.

"I'm fine! Pfft!"

He smiled awkwardly, but before finishing, he spat out another mouthful of blood, then "Plop!" fell from the air, headfirst into the dirt, covered in dust.

His heart was collapsing. Normally, with his strength, even if the opponent's sword moves were powerful, they could not harm him in the slightest.

But he had only used one percent of his power, and the Flowing Water Sword Art was broken by hitting its flaws. Without any defense, it was lucky he didn't die on the spot.

Lying in the ruins, he took a pill and slowly recovered after a long time.

Standing up, he looked around, feeling depressed.

He had only wanted to see the other's exact strength and understanding of swordsmanship, but ended up beaten like this... Luckily no one saw, or he would be utterly disgraced...

"Teacher, are you alright?"

"Master, what happened?"

"Who did this? Don't let the culprit escape..."

Just as he was secretly relieved, he heard noisy sounds around.

Turning to look, he saw Shui Qianrou, Senior Brother Xie and other disciples, along with a group of stewards and guards, standing not far away, staring wide-eyed, full of worry.

"Why are you here?"

His vision went dark, and Jian Qinsheng nearly fell.

Just thinking no one saw, he saw nearly a hundred people densely packed—wasn't this the entire mansion?

What the heck?

"Teacher Zhang said you were injured and asked us to come see. Senior Brother Xie thought something was wrong and wasn't at ease, so he called everyone over..."

Shui Qianrou explained.

"..." Holding his chest, Jian Qinsheng felt his heart ache so much he couldn't breathe.

Beating him so badly was one thing, but also calling students and servants to watch...

Too much!

"I'm not injured. I just accidentally collapsed the house while practicing swordsmanship..."

His old face reddened, and he waved his hand awkwardly.

"Not injured?"

Senior Brother Xie and Shui Qianrou exchanged glances.

Full of sword holes, black and blue, so disheveled... this is just practicing swordsmanship?

"Ahem! Where is Teacher Zhang?"

Knowing what the students were thinking, Jian Qinsheng coughed and changed the subject.

He hadn't seen the other since standing up. Where had he gone?

"Teacher Zhang said he was very grateful for reading your books, had some insights, and went back to cultivate..."

Shui Qianrou said.

"Went back to cultivate?"

Jian Qinsheng felt even more heartache.

Making a mess here, beating him severely, then sneaking away... and grateful? Is this gratitude?

"By the way, Teacher, before leaving, Teacher Zhang gave this and asked me to hand it to you personally..."

Just as he was feeling depressed and wanted to catch that guy and teach him a lesson, Shui Qianrou stepped forward and handed him a book.

Frowning, he grabbed the book with his hand, casually opened it, and just one glance made his whole body shake, his face showing disbelief.

"This, this..."

He trembled violently.

The book before him, the ink barely dry, was clearly just written. It detailed the errors in his cultivation and misunderstandings in his sword art comprehension.

Even many problems that had puzzled him for years and he couldn't solve...

In other words, if he cultivated according to what was written, his strength would definitely advance further...

"After one exchange with me, when I barely attacked... he saw so many problems?"

Holding the book, Jian Qinsheng couldn't believe it.

As a great sword master and teacher of the Saint Child Hall, he often explained swordsmanship to others and guided their cultivation. Thus, his insight was extremely sharp, far surpassing many masters of the same level.

Even so, he was helpless with his own problems. This young man, with just one look, found them all and provided solutions...

This insight and understanding of the sword way were truly terrifying!

"No wonder he could comprehend two True Interpretations at such an age. His understanding of the sword way far surpasses mine..."

Until now, he finally understood how the other could so quickly gain the recognition of his ancestor's sword intent and create such powerful sword techniques.

Just this understanding and comprehension of the sword was something he could never match.

They were not even on the same level.

"Perhaps... this is what a true genius is!"

Sighing with some gloom, he was about to put away the book when a thought struck him, and his eyes lit up: "Oh!"

"With such profound understanding of the sword way, if I take him to the Zhang family... maybe I can avenge that old grudge!"