Cultivation: I Have a Golden Talisman-Chapter 36: Cyan Profound Sword Technique

Dongfang Xiong looked at Dong Fangzhuo and Qian Shaoning, who remained unchallenged, sighed, and shook his head.

They watched a few more duels. Only a dozen or so people remained on the second floor.

Everyone seemed to know how powerful Dong Fangzhuo and Qian Shaoning were, so no one went up to challenge them. As a result, the two of them stood alone in their rings of light, silently watching the Spirit Incense burn in the air.

After winning five consecutive matches, Young Master Li laughed mockingly. "Are there no competent fighters among you Loose Cultivators?"

At this moment on the second floor, besides Fang Cheng and Dongfang Xiong, only one other person was not from a noble family.

That person seemed not to have heard Young Master Li’s taunt. He just watched the Spirit Incense quietly. It was now only half-burnt...

Dongfang Xiong could no longer hold back. With a flicker, his figure shot out of the Illusion Heart Hall and straight into Young Master Li’s ring of light.

"Don’t look down on us Loose Cultivators!"

Dongfang Xiong shouted lowly. He reached out and sketched a rune in the air, then flicked his finger!

The rune instantly transformed into a shimmering silver arrow that shot toward Young Master Li.

Young Master Li calmly waved his sleeve, and a large, shimmering curtain of water flew out, blocking his path.

TSS!

The arrow sank into the water curtain and dissipated three feet away from Young Master Li.

Dongfang Xiong continued to sketch runes!

A rune transformed into a massive, thirty-foot-long halberd that cleaved fiercely toward Young Master Li.

"Good one!"

Young Master Li’s expression changed slightly. He bellowed, and the watery light around him intensified. The faint sound of a surging tide echoed through the air.

BOOM!

The giant halberd struck the watery light, letting out a massive bang.

Immediately after, the watery light shattered!

Young Master Li spun around, dodging the falling halberd. With a casual point of his finger, countless points of watery light turned into blades and shot toward Dongfang Xiong.

Dongfang Xiong’s expression was confident. He calmly sketched another rune, and a giant shield materialized before him, blocking the watery blades.

He drew another rune and tapped it lightly.

SWISH!

The rune vanished in a flash.

The next moment, the rune appeared in front of Young Master Li and abruptly transformed into a long, golden, radiant rope that bound him tightly!

Dongfang Xiong gave a cunning smile. The long rope suddenly shook, flinging Young Master Li out of the ring of light.

The victor was decided in an instant.

Young Master Li’s body flared with watery light, instantly shattering the golden rope binding him into countless runes.

A look of shame and anger flashed across his face. He flicked his sleeve, tossed out fifty Spirit Stones, and landed on the Cloud Viewing Platform without looking back.

Dongfang Xiong smiled faintly. He reached out and gathered the Spirit Stones from a distance, then cupped his hands. "Thank you for the match!"

Before his words had faded, a disciple from a noble family flew out of the Illusion Heart Hall and straight into the ring of light.

This person didn’t speak. He immediately summoned a black nail wreathed in a sinister wind and sent it flying toward Dongfang Xiong’s forehead.

Dongfang Xiong hurriedly sketched a rune, which transformed into a round shield to block it. Not to be outdone, he then channeled his Magical Power to summon the giant halberd rune, slashing at his opponent.

A short while later, the two had exchanged over a hundred moves!

In the end, Dongfang Xiong was slightly better. He once again used the radiant golden rope to bind his opponent, briefly sealing his Magical Power, and threw him out of the ring of light.

However, after this intense battle, his Magical Power was severely depleted, and his aura had become unstable.

Just then, on the second floor of the Illusion Heart Hall, Zhou Huaijin saw his chance. He transformed into a cyan sword rainbow and shot toward Dongfang Xiong’s ring of light.

"Let me have a go at you!"

Zhou Huaijin roared. His Sword Aura instantly flared, and a dreamlike streak of sword light, infused with demonic intent, slashed down.

Dongfang Xiong hurriedly channeled his Magical Power, sketching a rune to try and block the sword strike.

But while his Rune Magic was exquisite, how could it compare to a Noble Family Flying Sword?

A series of tearing sounds, like ripping silk, rang out continuously. With just a slight tremor, Zhou Huaijin’s sword light shattered the three round shields Dongfang Xiong had conjured before him!

Only then did the young man realize with horror that he had exhausted his Magical Power in the previous fight and was now completely spent.

The sword light came straight for him, threatening to rip his belly open.

At this critical moment, the young man shouted, "I surrender!"

But the sword light didn’t stop in the slightest.

The instant the sword light hit him, the young man dodged to avoid a fatal blow, but his left arm was cleanly severed by the strike.

Dongfang Xiong grunted in pain and hurriedly turned to flee out of the ring of light.

Zhou Huaijin sneered. The sword light wheeled around and came for the young man’s neck!

Suddenly, a crisp clashing sound rang out.

TING!

From the void, a crimson streak of sword light flew through the air. Ethereal and nimble, it tapped the cyan sword light with deceptive ease!

The cyan sword light instantly froze in place.

Dongfang Xiong, having narrowly escaped the ring of light, landed wretchedly back on the Cloud Viewing Platform, his face deathly pale.

As for his severed arm, it had already fallen below into the sea of clouds, lost from sight.

The young man glanced back at the Illusion Heart Hall and nodded at Fang Cheng in acknowledgment. With no time to thank him for saving his life, he forced himself to summon an Escape Light and hurried down the mountain.

It was still possible to reattach the severed arm, but if it were eaten by a wild beast in the mountains, he would be in serious trouble.

However, even if he found his arm and reattached it, his future path of cultivation would be fraught with difficulty due to the damaged meridians.

He had just paid the heaviest price since he began his journey through the Cultivation Realm.

From beginning to end, not one of the hundred-plus Cultivators watching from the Cloud Viewing Platform had offered to help.

Perhaps they were afraid of offending the Zhou Family.

Or perhaps they thought there was no benefit in helping this strange young man.

This indifferent atmosphere left Fang Cheng feeling ill at ease. As a fellow Loose Cultivator, he felt a sense of oppression.

He flew out of the Illusion Heart Hall and went straight into the ring of light.

Zhou Huaijin stood with his hands behind his back. Before him, a cold, gleaming Flying Sword trembled slightly, its Sword Intent aimed directly at Fang Cheng.

"Your Sword Technique isn’t bad, but your Cultivation is a bit lacking!"

Zhou Huaijin looked at Fang Cheng with a mocking expression.

"Please enlighten me!"

Without another word, Fang Cheng pointed at Zhou Huaijin, and the Red Feather Sword shot out instantly.

Zhou Huaijin formed a hand seal for his Sword Technique and simultaneously unleashed his sword light. The cyan Sword Aura transformed into a thirty-foot rainbow that slashed toward Fang Cheng.

He could see that Fang Cheng’s Cultivation was insufficient, so he decided to overwhelm skill with brute force from the very start!

CLANG!

The two streaks of sword light clashed, letting out a clear, ringing cry!

The next moment, the crimson Sword Aura suddenly twisted and turned a thousand times. With a profound skill beyond imagination, it completely neutralized the immense power of the cyan Sword Aura.

Then, the Red Feather Sword’s speed abruptly skyrocketed, its light slashing toward Zhou Huaijin at an unbelievable velocity.

SWOOSH!

The crowd only saw a flash of Sword Aura streak past Zhou Huaijin. A moment later, the phantom of an armor condensed from bloody light finally appeared on his body.

The reaction time of his Protective Talisman was actually a beat slower than the sword light!

Zhou Huaijin stared down in astonishment, horrified to find his right arm was no longer attached to his body. The intense pain only registered a few breaths later.

A sudden silence fell over the Cloud Viewing Platform.

One strike.

The match was decided.

The crowd of Cultivators stared at Fang Cheng, all of them speculating about his origins.

Zhou Huaijin cried out in pain. A ferocious look appeared on his face as he glared viciously at Fang Cheng. The hand seal for his Sword Technique changed as he prepared to fight to the death.

Fang Cheng remained composed. The Red Feather Sword swam before him like a nimble fish, tracing an exquisite trajectory.

Just then, a cold voice drifted up from the Cloud Viewing Platform:

"That’s enough. Haven’t you made enough of a spectacle of yourself?!"

Zhou Huaijin’s eyes trembled. He grit his teeth hard, ignored the voice, and continued to channel his Magical Power. The demonic intent around him suddenly surged, his Flying Sword let out a sharp screech, and the cyan sword light became tinged with black streaks.

Suddenly, a startling rainbow of Sword Aura shot up from below. It flew into the ring of light faster than lightning, enveloped Zhou Huaijin, and carried him out.

A woman was seen flying up from the Cloud Viewing Platform. She struck out with her palm from a distance, and a wave of cold air instantly froze Zhou Huaijin within a block of solid ice about ten feet high.

Somehow, Zhou Huaijin’s severed arm had also been frozen inside the ice.

Fang Cheng turned his head and saw that the newcomer was a tall, classical beauty with a graceful and refined temperament.

She wore a moon-white dress that accentuated her graceful figure and long, shapely legs. Beneath her beautiful face was a surging, powerful aura of Magical Power.

Ninth Layer of Sensing.

Her Cultivation was no less than Feng Ling’s.

After freezing Zhou Huaijin, the woman in the white dress looked at Fang Cheng and asked coolly, "What Sword Technique were you just using?"

Fang Cheng recalled his Red Feather Sword and met her gaze calmly. "The Cyan Profound Sword Technique."

"Good. I’ll remember that. I will come to experience your prowess another day." The woman in the white dress nodded. Then, she transformed into a streak of Sword Aura, swept up Zhou Huaijin, and shot into the sky, disappearing over the horizon in an instant.