Supreme Dragon Martial Soul-Chapter 356 - 32: Fanning the Flames, The Meeting Begins!

"Why must you two do this? Today is the day of the Three Sects Martial Arts Competition. Don’t let others see and laugh at us."

Just as the atmosphere was growing tense, the people from the Luoxia Sect arrived.

A Three-colored Crane landed between the two sects, and Elder Qiushui descended slowly, speaking to lighten the mood.

"Haha! Cheng Han, didn’t you say I was just good at talking? Then I’ll let you witness my abilities! This time, during the Three Sects Martial Arts Competition, I’ll make sure your Xuanyuan Sect doesn’t even make it into the top five! We’ll leave now!"

Sun Yingyang glanced at the Ninth Elder with a sneer, then led Hua Jingyang and the others away.

The Ninth Elder’s expression turned grim as he turned to Luo Cheng and said:

"Luo Cheng, you must aim to get into the top five! No—better yet, the top three! Strike a heavy blow to his reputation!"

Luo Cheng said nothing, merely giving Sun Yingyang and his group a fleeting glance before nodding.

With only moments left until the hour of Chen, the members of the Three Great Sects each found places to sit and rest.

Just as Luo Cheng was seated, a tall figure approached him—it was Yan Qingshuang.

"Thank you."

Yan Qingshuang returned the Flame Trace Sword to Luo Cheng.

Luo Cheng took the sword and smiled: "How was it, did you sense the Sword Intent?"

Yan Qingshuang nodded, then shook her head, and suddenly said: "Take a walk with me?"

"Alright."

Luo Cheng was a bit surprised but rose to follow Yan Qingshuang to a quieter spot.

When they reached a secluded area, Yan Qingshuang spoke: "This Flame Trace Sword indeed carries the edge of Sword Intent, but it’s incredibly fragmented. I used my Martial Soul to communicate with these fragmented Sword Intents and spent the night trying to comprehend them. I did gain some insights; the Sword Intent feels much clearer in my heart now."

Luo Cheng raised an eyebrow in delight: "Congratulations!"

Sword Intent is a dream-like power coveted by Sword Cultivators even in the Awakening Vein Realm, intangible and elusive!

Gaining some insights in merely one night was already exceptionally rare.

It also evidenced Yan Qingshuang’s unparalleled talent in the Sword Dao, proving she was indeed a gifted prodigy!

Yan Qingshuang said: "The insights I’ve gained are limited, just some half-understood notions. I can only share a bit of cultivation experience with you."

Luo Cheng was startled: "Tell me? Wouldn’t that be improper."

People are inherently selfish!

Moreover, they were competitors.

Who wouldn’t wish to grasp Sword Intent before anyone else?

Yan Qingshuang smiled faintly: "It’s not improper. Without your Flame Trace Sword, I wouldn’t have gained these insights. I can’t take advantage of you without giving something in return."

As she spoke, Yan Qingshuang picked up a fallen leaf, her gaze flashing with immense sharpness, and said:

"If Human Sword Integration represents having a sword in one’s intent, then Sword Intent is using intent as the sword—transforming one’s essence, Qi, and spirit into a divine weapon capable of slicing through all under heaven, resonating with the world, and turning the intangible into tangible! With this step achieved, Sword Intent can be formed!"

Whoosh!

With a flick of her finger, the fallen leaf shot out and split a boulder in two, the cut smooth and flawless.

"Using intent as the sword—transforming one’s essence, Qi, and spirit into a divine weapon capable of slicing through all under heaven..."

Luo Cheng muttered the phrase to himself, his eyes lighting up: "I think I just grasped something! Thank you!"

Yan Qingshuang was slightly surprised.

She herself remained uncertain and hazy about all this.

Could Luo Cheng have understood something profound simply from one sentence of hers?

Cultivating Sword Dao realms isn’t supposed to be this straightforward!

In the direction of the Fierce Cloud Sect.

Hua Jingyang stared at Luo Cheng and Yan Qingshuang walking and conversing together, his expression increasingly unpleasant.

Sun Chuanwu, seated nearby, observed his senior’s reactions and remarked:

"Senior Hua, Yan Qingshuang’s taste in men must be terrible to take a liking to someone with a Wasted Martial Soul."

Hua Jingyang frowned slightly, his expression cold: "They’re merely getting close; there’s no way Qingshuang is interested in him!"

Seeing Hua Jingyang’s expression grow darker, Sun Chuanwu fanned the flames, saying:

"Senior Hua speaks wisely. To my thinking, across the entirety of the Three Great Sects, the only one worthy of Yan Qingshuang is Senior Hua!"

"Still, considering they’re both Sword Cultivators, although Luo Cheng is a worthless man, he’s quite good-looking. Spending so much time together, it’s hard to guarantee Yan Qingshuang won’t develop feelings for him down the road."

Crunch!

Hua Jingyang narrowed his eyes, crushing the arms of his stone chair into dust.

In the Outer Sect of the Three Sects, Yan Qingshuang was the only woman Hua Jingyang had his eyes on—she was the only one who matched him!

Seeing Luo Cheng and Yan Qingshuang so close, he couldn’t help but feel a surge of jealousy and rage.

The woman he liked must not have any connection to other men!

"He better not even live long enough for the future!"

Hua Jingyang stared coldly at Luo Cheng, a glacial fierceness in his eyes, silently deciding: When the Three Sects Martial Arts Competition begins, if I meet Luo Cheng, I’ll strike him down with all my might, cripple him in front of everyone!!

Feeling Hua Jingyang’s anger, Sun Chuanwu smirked faintly, his gaze flitting toward Luo Cheng—his thoughts sinister: Worthless fool, dare to shame me? Wait until you see how you’re going to die!

Time passed swiftly, and it soon approached the hour of Chen.

At that moment.

Suddenly, a sound like rolling thunder radiated across the sky.

Everyone raised their heads to look. In the southern sky, a brilliant streak of lightning appeared.

At the center of the lightning, a faint figure could be seen—a pressure so overwhelming it seemed to crush against their souls.

The lightning sped forward, and with a few flashes, arrived above Jinyu Peak within moments.

Crackle!

The lightning descended onto the central basin, and from inside stepped an elder of unmatched authority.

The elder had an average build, wore a large blue robe, and strands of silver-white hair shimmered with crackling electricity, emanating an intimidating aura that oppressed one’s very spirit!

"Elder Wu Shan! My apologies for not greeting you sooner!"

Seeing the newcomer, the various elders of the Three Great Sects stood up immediately and stepped forward warmly to welcome him.

Luo Cheng was startled: "So he’s the famous figure coming to oversee this event? Who is he?"

Chen Lingyu explained: "He is Elder Wu Shan from the Outer Sect of the Extreme Dao Sect of the Great Chu Dynasty! He will also serve as the chief referee for this Three Sects Martial Arts Competition!"

Extreme Dao Sect!

Luo Cheng’s eyes narrowed as he gazed at Elder Wu Shan.

Months ago, he had killed an Outer Disciple from the Extreme Dao Sect named Li Yun!

The Flame Jade Lion had been Li Yun’s mount!

"Since everyone is ready, let’s begin."

Elder Wu Shan nodded expressionlessly and, with a sweep of his robe, seated himself in the main viewing platform.

A fair-looking female elder from the Luoxia Sect stepped forward and announced the rules for the Three Sects Martial Arts Competition.

The competition would follow a points system, with straightforward rules: Thirty participants would draw lots and pair off for fifteen rounds of duels!

Winning a match earned one point; a draw scored no points; losing deducted one point. Rankings would be determined based on total points.

Additionally, the chief disciples of the Three Great Sects wouldn’t need to participate in the first ten rounds of duels—their points for those rounds would be automatically tallied as full victories.

After announcing the rules, the fair-looking elder swept her gaze across the members of each sect and said with a smile:

"The spirit of the Three Sects Martial Arts Competition lies in sparring and exchange. Winning or losing comes second. During duels, make sure to hold back and refrain from using lethal moves. Alright, now begin the lot drawing for the matches!"

"First Arena: Xuanyuan Sect Lin Zhidong vs. Luoxia Sect Xia Qing!"

"Second Arena: Fierce Cloud Sect Fei Jue vs. Xuanyuan Sect Xu Bingyi!"

"Third Arena: Luoxia Sect Li Han vs. Luoxia Sect Jin Yuxi!"

"Fourth Arena..."

The fair-looking elder announced the match-ups one by one.

In the direction of the Fierce Cloud Sect, Sun Yingyang glanced at the Xuanyuan Sect disciples and sneered: "Listen up! If you meet anyone from the Xuanyuan Sect, hit them as hard as you can! Let them feel the might of the Fierce Cloud Sect!"

"Understood!"

Fierce Cloud Sect members responded in unison.

Hua Jingyang cast a cold glance at Luo Cheng, his eyes filled with icy malice.