Who Let Him Cultivate?! (WX)-Chapter 905: Sword Seeking Through the Intent

Mingtai gazed at Lu Yang with even more reverence. My Sword Heart is already rare in this world, yet Senior Brother Lu Yang’s feelings for his sword surpass even my own.

Throughout history—even in the enigmatic ancient era, and including the ancient Qin Sword Venerable—perhaps none had ever been like Senior Brother Lu Yang.

The only uncertainty is the Qilin Immortal. It’s said that he used a sword, but it is unknown whether he merely wielded it as a weapon or was a sword cultivator. If the Qilin Immortal were a sword cultivator, it would be unclear whose Sword Heart would be superior—his or Senior Brother Lu Yang’s.

Cultivating to reach immortality required unique insights into Sword Dao and Sword Heart.

“This Sword Heart is number one throughout the ages,” someone murmured, and many others immediately echoed.

“Lu Yang’s Sword Heart is number one throughout the ages!”

“Sword as the sovereign, Lu Yang as the subject—his Sword Heart is number one throughout the ages!”

Even the Sword Tower elders cast approving glances at Lu Yang, feeling that with his sword cultivation alone, he was worthy of having his name resound throughout the ages, serving as a role model for all future sword cultivators.

The slogans varied but shared the same essence, rising into a thunderous chorus like crashing waves. Embarrassed, Lu Yang lowered his head, curling his toes within his shoes.

It feels like everyone is calling me the Everlasting Immortal Fairy’s subject.

Lu Yang regretted attending the Sword-Seeking Grand Ceremony. I shouldn’t have insisted on finding an excuse to travel; staying at the Dao-Seeking Sect would have been fine.

Yun Mengmeng didn’t understand Sword Dao well, but from everyone’s reactions, she could tell that Lu Yang’s Sword Heart was extraordinary.

She felt somewhat proud. “I’ve found a good teacher for Little Zhi. Granny even worried that I'd encounter accidents outside. With my luck, how could anything happen?”

With Lu Yang hailed as possessing the number one Sword Heart throughout the ages, any other sword cultivator’s answers truly couldn’t compare.

“See? It’s all thanks to this immortal that your Sword Heart is so amazing, Xiao Yangzi.”

Lu Yang ignored his sword spirit’s shameless claim.

“The sword seeking through the heart segment has concluded. I believe I don’t need to say whose Sword Heart is the most admirable.” Tower Leader Guan smiled, his gaze inadvertently falling on Lu Yang. If he could beat the Taciturn Daoist Priest, he would want to steal Lu Yang as his own disciple.

But come to think of it, it’s said that Yun Zhi cherishes this little junior brother dearly. Even if I could beat the Taciturn Daoist Priest, I probably can’t beat her.

Forget it. Lu Yang is fine staying in the Dao-Seeking Sect.

“Next, we’ll begin the sword seeking through the intent segment.”

The Sword-Seeking Grand Ceremony was held once in a century. If it were one-on-one battles of sword techniques, those who had cultivated the longest would surely win, rendering the contest meaningless. Thus, the Sword Tower Supreme Lord proposed suppressing everyone’s cultivation to the same level, competing purely through sword intent.

Lu Yang felt a frightening pressure. It swept across the entire venue, suppressing everyone to the Golden Core Stage. Then, the earth trembled as eighteen platforms burst forth, encircling the Sword Tower.

Tower Leader Guan explained, “These eighteen platforms were forged by the first tower leader. You only need to place a strand of sword qi on them, and it will manifest as a sword-intent avatar, which you can control in battle.”

“These are the legendary sword intent arena platforms?” The sword cultivators’ eyes gleamed at the sight of the eighteen platforms that were as smooth as mirrors.

These were supreme treasures left by the Sword Tower Supreme Lord. Prolonged cultivation atop them could hone one’s sword intent, making it sharper.

It was Lu Yang’s first time seeing these, but he could grasp their significance by hearing the discussions in his surroundings.

After drawing lots, Lu Yang was assigned to the second group and would have to wait for the first group’s matches to finish before it was his turn.

He recalled the key cultivators Mingtai had mentioned—among the first group was Xuan Xuan of the Xuanwu Tribe.

Xuan Xuan carried a heavy, broad black sword on his back, with a small turtle drawn on its hilt. When he walked, it felt as though the ground quaked and the mountains shook.

Lu Yang also recognized Xuan Xuan’s opponent. It was the octopus with eight swords coiled in its tentacles.

“Wu’er, I didn’t expect to meet you here.” Xuan Xuan grinned, revealing eight white teeth.

Both he and the octopus were sword cultivators from the East Sea. They had heard of each other’s reputation before, but never exchanged blows.

“Xuan Xuan, they all say my Sword Dao is inferior to yours. I never found the chance, but today, I’ll dispel that rumor!”

“What rumor? They’re simply speaking the truth. How could you compare to me?”

Wu’er attacked first. Tentacles coiled around eight swords, spinning wildly without an opening. Those who had sparred with him before the ceremony couldn’t strike his main body.

Xuan Xuan yelled and hefted his black sword, swinging it at Wu’er.

Clang!

Such a strike would trouble any sword cultivator, but upon reaching Wu’er, the sword was deflected by the rapidly spinning eight swords.

“There’s indeed some substance.” Xuan Xuan grew intrigued. Sword cultivators were known for offense, yet Wu’er adopted the opposite approach—defense.

“Isn’t it just spinning? Anyone can do that!” Xuan Xuan reverted to his original form—a black turtle with a serpent’s body.

He flipped over, resting on his raised shell. Head tucked into the shell, he gripped the sword hilt with his mouth and used his tail to push off the ground, sending himself whirling.

As his tail struck the ground with increasing speed and force, Xuan Xuan spun increasingly faster until his head and tail blurred into one. Using his tail to accelerate and steer, he charged at Wu’er, knocking him over.

Wu’er also grew furious. This move has never failed. It’s my first time getting knocked down.

“You think I fear you?!”

The two seafolk spun and collided like iron tops. Whoever was sent flying would muster strength to slam back into their opponent.

Lu Yang watched Xuan Xuan and Wu’er with admiration, surprised to witness such fusion battle techniques here. But these two seafolk were even more impressive; they could spin individually, which was far more convenient.

Observing that the two iron tops were unlikely to decide a victor anytime soon, Lu Yang circled the Sword Tower to observe other arena platforms.

“Little Feng! Why...why are you here?!” One sword cultivator looked terrified upon seeing his opponent’s face and name.

The one named Little Feng smiled stiffly. “Brother Lin, I told you we’d meet again. Did you think I wouldn’t be able to find you just because you changed your name? I knew you’d definitely attend this centennial Sword-Seeking Grand Ceremony!

“Blood debts must be repaid in blood. Let’s settle this with our life and death on this arena platform today!”

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“Big Senior Brother! I never thought we’d meet on this arena platform. Do you remember our pact? The winner gets to confess to Little Junior Sister!”

“Second Junior Brother, who Little Junior Sister likes is her own affair. Don’t let the result of our duel decide her marriage!”

“Enough talk! Let’s fight!”

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“Big Brother, you stole my spirit root and pushed me off a cliff twenty years ago. You never thought I’d survive, did you?!”

“So what if you’re still alive? You’re nothing but worthless trash without a spirit root. There’s no way you can beat me!”

“Kekeke. You’ll probably never understand the meaning of ‘break to rebuild.’”

“...” Lu Yang. Sword Tower, you didn’t rig the draw for the matchups, did you?