Cultivating by picking up attri-Chapter 133 - : Chapter 103: Profoundly Familiar with Talisman Inscriptions, The Saintess’s Plan, A Great Battle against Liu Chengfeng_3

Chapter 133: Chapter 103: Profoundly Familiar with Talisman Inscriptions, The Saintess’s Plan, A Great Battle against Liu Chengfeng_3

Translator: 549690339

Ning Yujing rested her jade hands on Han Ye’s shoulders, bringing herself closer to him. She spoke softly, “This man, starting from a week ago, has been meeting with this senior sister. He’s said to be the Senior Brother of the Inner Sect of Ziwei Peak, a man so gentle that he brings to mind spring winds. He’s about to break through to the Golden Core realm and is the pride of Ziwei Peak.”

Han Ye felt uncomfortable watching Chu Xianyu meeting secretly with Liu Chengfeng. He asked coldly, “How did you find out about their secret meeting here?”

“How did I find out?”

Ning Yujing lowered her eyes, answering nonchalantly: “I was returning borrowed books to the Book Collection Pavilion at Sea of Books Peak last night, and saw them on the way. Since this senior sister and senior brothers are so close, it occurred to me to inform you, senior brother.”

Han Ye couldn’t see Chu Xianyu’s expression under her veil from this distance. He turned his head away and said coldly, “Let’s go. There’s no point in watching this. No one can reach Chu Xianzi’s heights, she’s an extraordinary lady. Even Liu Chengfeng is but a single grain of sand in a vast ocean, like comparing a star to the bright moon.”

Watching his retreating figure, Ning Yujing chuckled inwardly.

I have finally found your weakness.

With a flick of her sleeve, the pair in the distance suddenly halted their conversation and looked towards Ning Yujing.

Taking a leap, they reached her side and bowed reverently:

“Greetings, Saintess.”

Their faces gradually morphed into unfamiliar ones. Both “Chu Xianyu” and “Liu Chengfeng” were replaced by unfamiliar faces.

Ning Yujing seemed delighted, revealing an amiable smile:

“You both performed well. You will be greatly rewarded when we return.”

The female who had impersonated Chu Xianyu removed her veil and asked: “Is this man worth all the trouble you’re going through for this setup, Saintess?” All traces of humor vanished from Ning Yujing’s face as she replied seriously: “After a year of investigating, I have narrowed down the location of the Demon Chart to one of the small squads that went to Hongzhou Prefecture initially. I have examined the ten disciples one by one using the Mind-Confusing Incense. It’s not with them. Only Han Ye, Wang Da Niu, and Lin Shihuang are left.” “This Han Ye is rather strange, my Mind-Confusing Incense doesn’t affect him. He is the most suspicious, naturally he needs to be closely monitored.”

“The Saintess is wise!”

Both of her subordinates gave their wholehearted agreement.

In the past year, not only has the Saintess gathered comprehensive information on the Dragon Sparrow Sect, she has also clearly recorded the itineraries of the suspects every month.

This Han Ye frequents Ziwei Peak every month, which led them to investigate and find out that he was looking for a woman named Chu Xianyu.

They infiltrated Ziwei Peak and discovered an interesting phenomenon.

The outstanding disciple from the peak, Liu Chengfeng, was pursuing Chu Xianyu. Although it wasn’t apparent, their sharp eyes noticed the subtle hints from Liu Chengfeng.

But it seemed that Chu Xianyu had no interest in him and directly rejected Liu Chengfeng. However, the two definitely had real interactions.

So, the Saintess decided to exploit this matter.

The concoction of half-truths and outright lies ensured no issues would arise even in a face-to-face confrontation.

They were astounded by the Saintess’s intricate schemes when she revealed this plan.

“Tomorrow is the Big Competition. Get some rest early. Do well and earn a spot in the Golden Cicada Secret Realm.”

Ning Yujing shook her head: “Just becoming the number one in the Outer Sect, what’s so hard about that?”

The next day was destined to draw in the gazes of multitudes.

Today was Han Ye’s face-off against Liu Chengfeng. It was a match between the Pure Yang Peak’s body cultivation genius and a sword cultivation prodigy. There was a lot to see in this match. It seemed as if the result of this match could determine who would become the number one in the Inner Sect.

Han Ye arrived on time, and with a slight tiptoe, he seemed to float onto the Ascending Immortal Platform. The Spirit Sword Flame hung at his waist. He drew the sword from its sheath, exposing the flame on the tip of the blade. It was brilliant to the point of dazzling people. His gaze was nothing but icy cold. This was a precedent setting moment. Han Ye had never indicated any interest in a swordfight with his opponent before. He had suddenly used his sword yesterday and it took everyone by surprise.

Today was exactly the opposite.

Liu Chengfeng stood before him, astonished that Han Ye dared to challenge him in a sword fight. He felt a deep hostility radiating from Han Ye he couldn’t explain.

“Han Ye, are you sure you want to fight me with your sword?” He squinted at the Flame in Han Ye’s hand, questioning him.

“Do we fight or not?”

Han Ye laid his swordd diagonally pointing toward the ground, his tone indifferent.

A chill surfaced in Liu Chengfeng’s eyes. He didn’t bother to keep talking to Han Ye. With a swift motion, he drew his five-feet-long purple war sword. Taking six steps in a row, each step was complex, his movements extraordinary, making it impossible to predict his next move.

Han Ye remained still.

“Whoosh!”

As a cultivator with complete Foundation Establishment, Liu Chengfeng’s magic power was formidable. He fired three purple sword qis in a probing attack, testing Han Ye’s abilities.

In an instant, the purple sword qis were within a foot of Han Ye.

Han Ye was expressionless. He drew his sword not in a special manner, yet it created a streak of red flow that shattered the sword qi instantly.

The sword felt like a broad, heavy blade.

Swift and fierce, it exuded an overwhelming vigor.

He did not react to his opponent, instead he raised his sword-holding hand to fend off the blow from behind.

“Ding!”

The blow was parried perfectly, accurately fending off an incoming strike from behind by Liu Chengfeng.

The next moment, two streaks of sword light intersected, and the speed of the exchange was so fast that the viewers from the stage below could hardly see the crosses and parries, only hearing an endless stream of clangs.

After exchanging more than a dozen moves, Liu Chengfeng quickly retreated, marked by a look of concern. He’d noticed something off.

This guy’s swordsmanship has reached a transformative level, it’s not as simple as being proficient. How is that possible? Isn’t he a body cultivator?

He becomes stronger the more he battles. That’s strange.

The spectators below the stage were astounded as well, especially Liu Lingqi, who was well-versed in swordsmanship. Recognizing Han Ye’s swordsmanship, her eyes lit up and she exclaimed:

“Impressive swordsmanship! Although it lacks the standard form, the Sword Intent is outstanding. The complexity is simplified, there’s no drag or delay and every strike is essential. It’s like a flowing river.”

“Good, good, good. It seems that we both need to reveal our true abilities today.”

Liu Chengfeng made a sword gesture with one hand while an ancient-looking, green flying sword flew out of his Storage Ring with the other. Holding two swords – one green and one purple, his face was serious.

Seeing him wielding two swords, the Inner Sect disciples below the stage expressed their astonishment:

“What? Liu Chengfeng is actually a dual-sword cultivator?”

“Controlling two Flying Swords at the same time, isn’t that too hard?”

“It appears that Senior Brother Liu Chengfeng has been hiding his strength.”

“Attribute acquired: Linglong Sword Heart +1”

“Attribute acquired: Linglong Sword Heart +1”

“Linglong Sword Heart (Purple): You can control multiple Flying Swords simultaneously, and more swords mean a higher efficiency”

Han Ye, however, remained composed, brandishing his sword producing a freezing and piercing sword light, demonstrating no fear whatsoever.