My Informative Cultivation Life

"Junior Brother Yang, how do you feel about this sword?"

Zheng Xun turned around, facing Yang Ji once again.

Yang Ji immediately felt a surge of oppression welling up deep inside his heart; this was the other party employing a technique of mental suppression—the Blade's Will Suppression.

"The Sword Intent is not bad, barely passable!" Yang Ji chuckled lightly. With a slight stirring deep within him, the deity of his mind crushed the invading Blade's Will Suppression.

"I wonder if my senior brother can withstand it," noticing that his Blade's Will Suppression had been broken, Zheng Xun's tone changed abruptly, his eyes intently focusing on Yang Ji.

Whirl! Suddenly, several disciples surrounding Zheng Xun dispersed, aware that Zheng Xun was about to make a move against Yang Ji, for the words of Zheng Xun were filled with aggression; a dispute was about to break into open violence at any disagreement.

"I could handle it with a mere lift of my hand."

Yang Ji paid no heed to Zheng Xun's threat, unaffected, as if stating a simple matter: "Although the Radiant Sword Intent is fast, it lacks strength somewhat. If I can't handle such a mediocre sword move, what's the point of my cultivation?"

"Mediocre?"

The expression on Zheng Xun's face chilled, then he laughed out loud three times, his tone gradually collecting, icy and murderous as frost: "This is the first time I've heard someone describe my swordplay with the words 'mediocre'. Very well, very well indeed!"

"Indeed, it's quite mediocre, and I indeed can handle it with a palm," Yang Ji spoke indifferently, "If you don't believe me, why not strike me with your sword to see whether you can indeed affect me?"

Hum!

As soon as Yang Ji spoke those words, they caused a sensation throughout the venue.

Without doubt, he was issuing a challenge—challenging someone in front of everyone.

"This Yang Ji is formidable. Having witnessed Zheng Xun's unpredictable swordplay, he even dares to call it mediocre and directly challenge him. I don't know if it's arrogance or real strength." Over at the Endless Palace, many talented disciples were stirred by his words.

"After all, this man once won first place in the Immortal Sword Sect's sword appraisal contest. I find him quite extraordinary," one genius disciple gazed at Yang Ji, calmly speaking.

"I wonder who is stronger between him and Zheng Xun?"

"After just seeing one sword from Zheng Xun, I felt my own cultivation tighten. Indeed, pressure is needed for motivation."

"Zheng Xun and Yang Ji are going head-to-head."

In the expanse of the sky surrounded by white clouds, an invisible pressure spread out, causing the air to nearly solidify, and everyone felt a sense of suffocation.

Yang Ji and Zheng Xun's eyes met, as if a titanic battle was about to erupt at any moment.

"Good, very good. I shall bestow upon you a sword today, and please, Junior Brother Yang, appreciate it—let's see if it's my swordplay that's mediocre or your judgment that's flawed. This sword, named the Holy Light Sword, is a Supreme Sword Technique, born from the first emergence of Holy Light between heaven and earth, possessing the supreme power to slay evil and shake the heavens!"

Zheng Xun suddenly pushed the sword he held across his chest slowly forward, his clothes fluttering without wind, making a rustling noise.

The white clouds above his head solidified in an instant, as if they were gathering momentum, indicating that the next sword strike would shake the heavens and the earth.

"Strike."

Yang Ji stood amidst the clouds, his expression calm.

Zheng Xun accumulated power, and behind him, a hazy Chaos manifested as if the world was in its genesis. Suddenly, within the muddled Chaos, a beam of Holy Light appeared. The Holy Light evolved, generating Sword Lights, bright and forthright, and the cutting wind of the sword was already conveyed, with countless fissures appearing in the surrounding space.
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Zheng Xun himself seemed to have transformed into a heavenly sword, merging with the Holy Light and Sword Light, as if he was light, he was the sword.

Boom!

Suddenly, the entire world lit up.

Even Yang Ji felt that all around him burst into brilliance, unable to see or imagine anything, his divine senses blocked, leaving only that dazzling light.

"Here it comes!"

He immediately knew this was the adversary's swordplay, emitting blinding Sword Light, veiling all his senses—mouth, eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body, spirit.

Unaware of his location and even where his own body was, it seemed as though he had merged into the eternal Holy Light.

"The eternal Holy Light, slashing directly at evil nature and delusions, is the first awakening at the chaotic genesis of the universe, the power to break through the darkness, this is the immortal power that reigns above the world."

Within the boundless Holy Light, Zheng Xun's voice resonated.

The sacred aura was transmitted from the light.

Yang Ji's heart trembled lightly, shrouded by the Sword Intent of the Holy Light Sword.

Indeed, that sword was extraordinary, a truly terrifying Supreme Sword Technique.

A Sword Light came from the dark Chaos; there was no time, no space, no thoughts—only the brilliance of the Holy Light, only that resplendent Sword Light, existed eternally.

In his heart, Yang Ji even felt a desire to welcome that Sword Light slashing at his Mind, wanting the Holy Light to dispel the darkness of his delusions.

This was a very dangerous sign; his heart contained no evil, yet this alien thought arose.

The Immortal Holy Light, seemingly bright and just, was in fact demonic and evil; it was domineering and tyrannical. Without evil thoughts, it breeds them, displaying its grand righteousness, showing its sacred incomparability.

The Holy Light Sword was indeed an evil sword—no, it was Zheng Xun who had gone astray.

He was too overbearing, deeming himself holy by the Holy, his sword took a slanted path, manifesting a force that surpassed the Holy Light Sword itself.