Chapter 44: Chapter 44: Myriad Swords Return to One v1

"Bro, stop looking around. I’m not near you. Can you hear me?"

Su Yu’s voice kept echoing in Su Xing’s ears. Su Xing smiled and started to ask a question, only to realize he didn’t have the ability to transmit his voice over a distance like this. He took out his phone and sent a text message:

"Yu, how are you doing this?"

"I’m not sure what happened either. I suddenly awakened a new sequence, and my realm shot up to Tier Two Peak. This new sequence is ranked pretty low and doesn’t have much combat power, but it’s pretty convenient to use."

"If I ever run into danger in the future, I can call you for help directly."

"..."

Su Xing was speechless for a moment. He texted back, "Who jinxes themselves like that?"

"Heh heh, I have to go. We’re in a meeting right now. They said they’ve detected unusual activity from the Spiritualist Priests, so we’ve all been ordered to stay in the building and not go out. Shen Ruyun and I probably won’t be back at the Sword Hall for the next couple of days."

Su Xing replied, "Alright, I got it."

Seeing that the message had been sent and that Su Yu didn’t speak again for a long while, Su Xing put his phone down and walked into his room.

As for the Spiritualist Priests Su Yu had mentioned, Su Xing no longer gave them a second thought. Once he successfully advanced his "White Line Cut," he was confident he could single-handedly steamroll all the Tier Three masters of the Spiritual Sect, as long as their Tier Fours didn’t show up.

However, Su Xing wasn’t getting too arrogant. He had learned from Su Yu the real reason the High Priests of the Spiritual Sect hadn’t made a move.

The headquarters of the special organization was hunting the High Priests all across Cang City, which was why they would rather abandon their subordinates than risk revealing their own locations.

But who could guarantee that a reckless High Priest wouldn’t suddenly strike?

The Spiritual Sect right now was like a tiger on an open plain or a grounded flood dragon—weakened, but by no means to be underestimated. Su Xing let out a heavy breath, his gaze clearing as he stood at his door. Then, he twisted the handle.

’I have to get stronger!’

CLICK.

With a click, the bright white light illuminated the dim room.

Su Xing walked over to his bed in a few steps. He placed one hand on the floor for support and slid down the edge of the bed to sit on the ground. On the table next to him was a container of fragrant chicken-and-rice.

It was the takeout he had just ordered. After allocating his points, eating something would help him recover from his weakness faster.

Su Xing rested his chin in his right hand as a light blue system panel floated before him.

[Sword Saint Profession System]

[Name: Su Xing]

[Age: 22]

[Profession: Swordsman, Sword Hall Coach]

[Professional Skills: White Line Cut lv1 (578/2000), Pierce lv1 (1256/2000), White Blade Stance lv1 (184/30000), Mortal Sword lv1 (257/30000)]

[Sword Dao Points: 19]

’Whew. Time to upgrade White Line Cut.’

Su Xing exhaled slowly, his eyes fixed on "White Line Cut" under the [Professional Skills] section.

His gaze burned with intense fervor and desire. Every upgrade brought him an indescribable thrill. The more levels he gained in a single upgrade, the better Su Xing felt. It was a painful pleasure—the more it hurt, the more he enjoyed it. Sometimes, Su Xing wondered if he was a bit of a masochist.

Su Xing shook his head, trying to banish these strange thoughts from his mind. He focused back on "White Line Cut" and roared inwardly:

’System, add the points!’

As soon as the thought formed, a confirmation window popped up on the system panel reflected in Su Xing’s pupils.

[Sword Saint Profession System]

[Sword Dao Points: 19]

[Add 18 Sword Dao Points to White Line Cut? Yes/No?]

Su Xing was already used to this. He just gave a faint nod and thought, ’Yes.’

WHOOSH. The nineteen Sword Dao Points on the Sword Saint Profession System instantly dropped by eighteen, leaving just a single, lonely point. The "White Line Cut" entry on the system panel blurred, only revealing its new form after a few moments.

[Your professional skill "White Line Cut lv1" has been upgraded to "White Line Cut lv6."]

[Your professional skill "White Line Cut lv6" has advanced to "Myriad Sword Convergence v1."]

’Myriad Sword Convergence?’

As a transmigrator from another world, even after more than twenty years, he still had a very clear memory of these three words. Wasn’t this a sword technique from "Wind and Cloud"? It had also appeared in "Immortal Sword."

An image of ten thousand white swords hovering around him, then shooting out with a single swing, flashed through Su Xing’s mind.

A smile crept onto his lips.

’The power of "Myriad Sword Convergence" must be far greater than "White Line Cut"!’

Suddenly, a violent surge of information flooded his mind. The intense pain twisted his smile into a grimace, and he clenched his teeth.

At first, Su Xing could bear the excruciating pain. But soon, his vision went black, as if he had plunged into darkness. When Su Xing opened his eyes again, he was on the same island where he had advanced "White Blade Stance."

No... to be precise, he hadn’t come to the island himself. It was more like he was observing a small figure on the island practicing its sword strikes, again and again, from a god’s-eye view.

Every time the figure swung its sword, a powerful white line appeared before it, but it always frowned and shook its head.

Time seemed nonexistent here. After an unknown period of countless swings, the figure seemed to have an epiphany. Its brow suddenly smoothed. It slashed out with its sword, and the thick white line seemed to expand, transforming into a pure white longsword that instantly let out a piercing hum.

The instant that hum rang out,

a giant octopus burst from the vast ocean before the figure. It churned up a massive wave that crashed onto the island where the figure stood, making the very ground tremble.

Su Xing’s consciousness, suspended in the air, could clearly sense the octopus’s terrifying power. The aura it emitted was still at the Tier Three Peak, but it was stronger than any Priest Su Xing had ever encountered, and far stronger than Liu Ming. It was practically the absolute limit of the peak.

Even the previous Su Xing would have needed some time to deal with such a monster.

But the small figure merely swung its sword lightly. Myriad white lines suddenly converged, twisting and weaving together to form a colossal white longsword. In an instant, it pierced straight through the octopus’s body. Dark green blood gushed out, staining the deep blue ocean green and filling the air with a thick, metallic stench.

The moment the octopus was struck by Myriad Sword Convergence,

Su Xing’s pupils contracted violently. His vision broke free from the darkness, and the vibrant colors of reality flooded back in. He gasped for air, taking deep, ragged breaths. It was a long while before Su Xing finally came to his senses.

At the same time, a sense of weakness flooded his entire body, even as faint white motes of energy frantically poured into him. The outflow and influx of power made Su Xing clench his teeth and shout, his voice raw:

"This advancement is fucking intense!"