Chapter 59: Blade Intent
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Chapter 59 - Blade Intent
As Liu Wuxie’s consciousness sank into his dantian, the painting disappeared and the Sky Devouring Divine Cauldron spat out a powerful blade aura that rushed to his soul sea.
Swords had sword aura, and blades had blade aura, but only a true genius could comprehend the blade aura.
When the golden blade aura merged with his soul sea, it manifested into a golden blade hovering in his soul sea.
“Blade intent! This is the blade intent!” Liu Wuxie exclaimed and jumped, nearly knocking his head on the roof. Even the slightest blade intent could destroy everything. Compared to blade intent, the sword intent was easier to comprehend, which was why the blade was considered the king of weapons.
Throughout history, blades and swords were often mentioned together, but blades always came first. Due to the difficulty in comprehending blade intent, most cultivators preferred to use swords, leading to their widespread popularity. There were many swordsmen, but few truly stood out.
As Liu Wuxie’s consciousness left his soul sea, a terrifying blade aura swept out from him, reducing the table and chairs in the room into fragments. The room was messy, and each fragment was like a blade piercing through the wall and window, heading towards other rooms.
In an instant, the entire room was riddled with holes, and all the furniture was gone. Moonlight shone into the room through the holes, making them look like a hornet’s nest. The room seemed on the verge of collapse.
Bi Gongyu and Lei Tao had just gone to bed, knowing they needed to rest well for the competition the next day. But they were soon awakened by a powerful surge of energy.
“Yun Lan, you bastard! How dare you sneak up on me at night?!” Bi Gongyu roared, charging out of his room riddled with holes, thinking that Yun Lan had attacked him in his sleep.
Lei Tao was also startled awake, rolling off the bed in fear as projectiles flew towards him, capable of tearing through his defenses.
Bi Gongyu and Lei Tao rushed out of their rooms, not even stopping to put on their clothes. Liu Wuxie also emerged from his room, and the three of them stood in a triangle formation, staring at each other in shock.
Bi Gongyu and Lei Tao were shocked to see Liu Wuxie’s room, with its walls riddled with holes and looking as if it might collapse at any moment.
“Y-You’re the one who caused all of this?” Bi Gongyu lowered his guard, realizing that it wasn’t an attack from Yun Lan, and pointed at Liu Wuxie’s room, speechless. As a cultivator in the Marrow Cleansing Realm, it was rare for anything to make him nervous, but this scene was beyond his understanding.
“Sorry about that. I lost control while comprehending martial intent.” Liu Wuxie said, scratching his head in embarrassment. He hadn’t expected to cause such destruction while comprehending blade intent, and that was even with him holding back. If he had unleashed his full power, the entire courtyard would have been leveled.
“T-T-The painting you bought in the afternoon contained martial intent?!” Lei Tao stammered, his legs shaking and sweat dripping down his forehead. He was still puzzled as to why Liu Wuxie had bought such an ordinary painting for 100 gold coins.
“That’s right. The painting contained blade intent,” Liu Wuxie admitted openly to Bi Gongyu and Lei Tao. It would have been impossible to hide it from them, and they would have figured it out eventually. Besides, even if Bi Gongyu wanted to kill him, it wouldn’t be easy.
As the blade aura dissipated, Lei Tao lay in bed, still shaken from when Liu Wuxie had drawn his sword. He pulled the covers over his head and muttered, “Monster... he’s a monster... not human at all...”
The night passed quickly, and Liu Wuxie sat in the courtyard throughout the night, circulating the Desolate Devouring Art to devour spiritual energy. His cultivation had improved, and he was closer to the fourth level of the Xiantian Realm.
Liu Wuxie was determined to win the competition and claim the fourth-grade pill as his reward, using it to reach the fourth level of the Xiantian Realm. But he kept his goal to himself, not wanting Bi Gongyu to think he was overreaching.
In the morning, Bi Gongyu and Lei Tao emerged from their rooms with dark circles under their eyes, yawning. It was clear that they hadn’t slept well. Every time they closed their eyes, the image of Liu Wuxie’s terrifying blade would appear in their minds, causing them to startle awake. Even trying to cultivate couldn’t calm them down, so they stayed awake until dawn.
As the morning progressed, people began to leave their courtyards and head towards the plaza at the center of Zen City, where the competition was being held. All the clans and notable figures in Zen City had been invited to attend.
Azure Billow City’s team of three came out of their courtyard, freshly groomed and ready for the competition. Forty alchemists in total were participating, with the top-ranked cities sending two representatives each.
As Liu Wuxie made his appearance, all eyes turned to him, filled with curiosity, shock, and even hatred.
Liu Wuxie scanned the crowd, sizing up his competition. While he felt some pressure from the top-ranked alchemists, he paid little attention to the others.
“Brother Liu, you certainly made a name for yourself yesterday!” exclaimed Zuo Hong as he approached and clapped Liu Wuxie on the shoulder. This gesture surprised everyone, as Zuo Hong was known for his pride and aloofness. The sight of him being friendly with Liu Wuxie left many baffled.
The forty alchemists ranged in age from their twenties to fifties, with Liu Wuxie standing out as the youngest at sixteen or seventeen.
“Even you’ve heard about it, Brother Zuo,” replied Liu Wuxie with a wry smile. “I’m embarrassed to talk about it, but what can I do when someone insists on being put in their place?”
As Xiao Mingyi and Du Mingze approached, they overheard Liu Wuxie’s words and nearly tripped in surprise. They shot him a glare, their eyes conveying that their feud from the previous day was far from over.
Zuo Hong, however, merely smiled and continued walking alongside Liu Wuxie, following behind Bi Gongyu and Lei Tao.
“Brother Liu, how did you know the painting was fake? And how were you so certain?” Zuo Hong asked curiously. After all, even Kuang Zhan, the second elder of the Kuang Clan, had been unable to tell that the painting was a forgery.
Not far away, two young women paused in their tracks to listen. Female alchemists were a rare sight, and they, too, were eager to hear Liu Wuxie’s answer.
“I guessed it!” replied Liu Wuxie nonchalantly. Zuo Hong’s forehead creased in confusion, while the two women covered their mouths and giggled at the unexpected response; this was their first time seeing such an interesting person.
Xiao Mingyi and Du Mingze, on the other hand, were seething with rage, feeling as though they could spit blood at Liu Wuxie’s outrageous luck in guessing correctly.
“Brother Liu, you truly are a talent!” exclaimed Zuo Hong, shaking his head in disbelief. He decided not to press the matter further and made his way down the stairs to the competition venue.
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Chapter 59 - Blade Intent
As Liu Wuxie’s consciousness sank into his dantian, the painting disappeared and the Sky Devouring Divine Cauldron spat out a powerful blade aura that rushed to his soul sea.
Swords had sword aura, and blades had blade aura, but only a true genius could comprehend the blade aura.
When the golden blade aura merged with his soul sea, it manifested into a golden blade hovering in his soul sea.
“Blade intent! This is the blade intent!” Liu Wuxie exclaimed and jumped, nearly knocking his head on the roof. Even the slightest blade intent could destroy everything. Compared to blade intent, the sword intent was easier to comprehend, which was why the blade was considered the king of weapons.
Throughout history, blades and swords were often mentioned together, but blades always came first. Due to the difficulty in comprehending blade intent, most cultivators preferred to use swords, leading to their widespread popularity. There were many swordsmen, but few truly stood out.
As Liu Wuxie’s consciousness left his soul sea, a terrifying blade aura swept out from him, reducing the table and chairs in the room into fragments. The room was messy, and each fragment was like a blade piercing through the wall and window, heading towards other rooms.
In an instant, the entire room was riddled with holes, and all the furniture was gone. Moonlight shone into the room through the holes, making them look like a hornet’s nest. The room seemed on the verge of collapse.
Bi Gongyu and Lei Tao had just gone to bed, knowing they needed to rest well for the competition the next day. But they were soon awakened by a powerful surge of energy.
“Yun Lan, you bastard! How dare you sneak up on me at night?!” Bi Gongyu roared, charging out of his room riddled with holes, thinking that Yun Lan had attacked him in his sleep.
Lei Tao was also startled awake, rolling off the bed in fear as projectiles flew towards him, capable of tearing through his defenses.
Bi Gongyu and Lei Tao rushed out of their rooms, not even stopping to put on their clothes. Liu Wuxie also emerged from his room, and the three of them stood in a triangle formation, staring at each other in shock.
Bi Gongyu and Lei Tao were shocked to see Liu Wuxie’s room, with its walls riddled with holes and looking as if it might collapse at any moment.
“Y-You’re the one who caused all of this?” Bi Gongyu lowered his guard, realizing that it wasn’t an attack from Yun Lan, and pointed at Liu Wuxie’s room, speechless. As a cultivator in the Marrow Cleansing Realm, it was rare for anything to make him nervous, but this scene was beyond his understanding.
“Sorry about that. I lost control while comprehending martial intent.” Liu Wuxie said, scratching his head in embarrassment. He hadn’t expected to cause such destruction while comprehending blade intent, and that was even with him holding back. If he had unleashed his full power, the entire courtyard would have been leveled.
“T-T-The painting you bought in the afternoon contained martial intent?!” Lei Tao stammered, his legs shaking and sweat dripping down his forehead. He was still puzzled as to why Liu Wuxie had bought such an ordinary painting for 100 gold coins.
“That’s right. The painting contained blade intent,” Liu Wuxie admitted openly to Bi Gongyu and Lei Tao. It would have been impossible to hide it from them, and they would have figured it out eventually. Besides, even if Bi Gongyu wanted to kill him, it wouldn’t be easy.
As the blade aura dissipated, Lei Tao lay in bed, still shaken from when Liu Wuxie had drawn his sword. He pulled the covers over his head and muttered, “Monster... he’s a monster... not human at all...”
The night passed quickly, and Liu Wuxie sat in the courtyard throughout the night, circulating the Desolate Devouring Art to devour spiritual energy. His cultivation had improved, and he was closer to the fourth level of the Xiantian Realm.
Liu Wuxie was determined to win the competition and claim the fourth-grade pill as his reward, using it to reach the fourth level of the Xiantian Realm. But he kept his goal to himself, not wanting Bi Gongyu to think he was overreaching.
In the morning, Bi Gongyu and Lei Tao emerged from their rooms with dark circles under their eyes, yawning. It was clear that they hadn’t slept well. Every time they closed their eyes, the image of Liu Wuxie’s terrifying blade would appear in their minds, causing them to startle awake. Even trying to cultivate couldn’t calm them down, so they stayed awake until dawn.
As the morning progressed, people began to leave their courtyards and head towards the plaza at the center of Zen City, where the competition was being held. All the clans and notable figures in Zen City had been invited to attend.
Azure Billow City’s team of three came out of their courtyard, freshly groomed and ready for the competition. Forty alchemists in total were participating, with the top-ranked cities sending two representatives each.
As Liu Wuxie made his appearance, all eyes turned to him, filled with curiosity, shock, and even hatred.
Liu Wuxie scanned the crowd, sizing up his competition. While he felt some pressure from the top-ranked alchemists, he paid little attention to the others.
“Brother Liu, you certainly made a name for yourself yesterday!” exclaimed Zuo Hong as he approached and clapped Liu Wuxie on the shoulder. This gesture surprised everyone, as Zuo Hong was known for his pride and aloofness. The sight of him being friendly with Liu Wuxie left many baffled.
The forty alchemists ranged in age from their twenties to fifties, with Liu Wuxie standing out as the youngest at sixteen or seventeen.
“Even you’ve heard about it, Brother Zuo,” replied Liu Wuxie with a wry smile. “I’m embarrassed to talk about it, but what can I do when someone insists on being put in their place?”
As Xiao Mingyi and Du Mingze approached, they overheard Liu Wuxie’s words and nearly tripped in surprise. They shot him a glare, their eyes conveying that their feud from the previous day was far from over.
Zuo Hong, however, merely smiled and continued walking alongside Liu Wuxie, following behind Bi Gongyu and Lei Tao.
“Brother Liu, how did you know the painting was fake? And how were you so certain?” Zuo Hong asked curiously. After all, even Kuang Zhan, the second elder of the Kuang Clan, had been unable to tell that the painting was a forgery.
Not far away, two young women paused in their tracks to listen. Female alchemists were a rare sight, and they, too, were eager to hear Liu Wuxie’s answer.
“I guessed it!” replied Liu Wuxie nonchalantly. Zuo Hong’s forehead creased in confusion, while the two women covered their mouths and giggled at the unexpected response; this was their first time seeing such an interesting person.
Xiao Mingyi and Du Mingze, on the other hand, were seething with rage, feeling as though they could spit blood at Liu Wuxie’s outrageous luck in guessing correctly.
“Brother Liu, you truly are a talent!” exclaimed Zuo Hong, shaking his head in disbelief. He decided not to press the matter further and made his way down the stairs to the competition venue.
Chapter 59 - Blade Intent As Liu Wuxie's consciousness sank into his dantian, the painting disappeared and the Sky Devouring Divine Cauldron spat out a powerful blade aura that rushed to his soul sea. Swords had sword aura, and blades had blade aura, but only a true genius could comprehend the blade aura. When the golden blade aura merged with his soul sea, it manifested into a golden blade hovering in his soul sea. Blade intent! This is the blade intent! Liu Wuxie exclaimed and jumped, nearly knocking his head on the roof. Even the slightest blade intent could destroy everything. Compared to blade intent, the sword intent was easier to comprehend, which was why the blade was considered the king of weapons. Throughout history, blades and swords were often mentioned together, but blades always came first. Due to the difficulty in comprehending blade intent, most cultivators preferred to use swords, leading to their widespread popularity. There were many swordsmen, but few truly stood out. As Liu Wuxie's consciousness left his soul sea, a terrifying blade aura swept out from him, reducing the table and chairs in the room into fragments. The room was messy, and each fragment was like a blade piercing through the wall and window, heading towards other rooms. In an instant, the entire room was riddled with holes, and all the furniture was gone. Moonlight shone into the room through the holes, making them look like a hornet's nest. The room seemed on the verge of collapse. Bi Gongyu and Lei Tao had just gone to bed, knowing they needed to rest well for the competition the next day. But they were soon awakened by a powerful surge of energy. Yun Lan, you bastard! How dare you sneak up on me at night?! Bi Gongyu roared, charging out of his room riddled with holes, thinking that Yun Lan had attacked him in his sleep. Lei Tao was also startled awake, rolling off the bed in fear as projectiles flew towards him, capable of tearing through his defenses. Bi Gongyu and Lei Tao rushed out of their rooms, not even stopping to put on their clothes. Liu Wuxie also emerged from his room, and the three of them stood in a triangle formation, staring at each other in shock. Bi Gongyu and Lei Tao were shocked to see Liu Wuxie's room, with its walls riddled with holes and looking as if it might collapse at any moment. Y-You're the one who caused all of this? Bi Gongyu lowered his guard, realizing that it wasn't an attack from Yun Lan, and pointed at Liu Wuxie's room, speechless. As a cultivator in the Marrow Cleansing Realm, it was rare for anything to make him nervous, but this scene was beyond his understanding. Sorry about that. I lost control while comprehending martial intent. Liu Wuxie said, scratching his head in embarrassment. He hadn't expected to cause such destruction while comprehending blade intent, and that was even with him holding back. If he had unleashed his full power, the entire courtyard would have been leveled. T-T-The painting you bought in the afternoon contained martial intent?! Lei Tao stammered, his legs shaking and sweat dripping down his forehead. He was still puzzled as to why Liu Wuxie had bought such an ordinary painting for 100 gold coins. That's right. The painting contained blade intent, Liu Wuxie admitted openly to Bi Gongyu and Lei Tao. It would have been impossible to hide it from them, and they would have figured it out eventually. Besides, even if Bi Gongyu wanted to kill him, it wouldn't be easy. As the blade aura dissipated, Lei Tao lay in bed, still shaken from when Liu Wuxie had drawn his sword. He pulled the covers over his head and muttered, Monster... he's a monster... not human at all... The night passed quickly, and Liu Wuxie sat in the courtyard throughout the night, circulating the Desolate Devouring Art to devour spiritual energy. His cultivation had improved, and he was closer to the fourth level of the Xiantian Realm. Liu Wuxie was determined to win the competition and claim the fourth-grade pill as his reward, using it to reach the fourth level of the Xiantian Realm. But he kept his goal to himself, not wanting Bi Gongyu to think he was overreaching. In the morning, Bi Gongyu and Lei Tao emerged from their rooms with dark circles under their eyes, yawning. It was clear that they hadn't slept well. Every time they closed their eyes, the image of Liu Wuxie's terrifying blade would appear in their minds, causing them to startle awake. Even trying to cultivate couldn't calm them down, so they stayed awake until dawn. As the morning progressed, people began to leave their courtyards and head towards the plaza at the center of Zen City, where the competition was being held. All the clans and notable figures in Zen City had been invited to attend. Azure Billow City's team of three came out of their courtyard, freshly groomed and ready for the competition. Forty alchemists in total were participating, with the top-ranked cities sending two representatives each. As Liu Wuxie made his appearance, all eyes turned to him, filled with curiosity, shock, and even hatred. Liu Wuxie scanned the crowd, sizing up his competition. While he felt some pressure from the top-ranked alchemists, he paid little attention to the others. Brother Liu, you certainly made a name for yourself yesterday! exclaimed Zuo Hong as he approached and clapped Liu Wuxie on the shoulder. This gesture surprised everyone, as Zuo Hong was known for his pride and aloofness. The sight of him being friendly with Liu Wuxie left many baffled. The forty alchemists ranged in age from their twenties to fifties, with Liu Wuxie standing out as the youngest at sixteen or seventeen. Even you've heard about it, Brother Zuo, replied Liu Wuxie with a wry smile. I'm embarrassed to talk about it, but what can I do when someone insists on being put in their place? As Xiao Mingyi and Du Mingze approached, they overheard Liu Wuxie's words and nearly tripped in surprise. They shot him a glare, their eyes conveying that their feud from the previous day was far from over. Zuo Hong, however, merely smiled and continued walking alongside Liu Wuxie, following behind Bi Gongyu and Lei Tao. Brother Liu, how did you know the painting was fake? And how were you so certain? Zuo Hong asked curiously. After all, even Kuang Zhan, the second elder of the Kuang Clan, had been unable to tell that the painting was a forgery. Not far away, two young women paused in their tracks to listen. Female alchemists were a rare sight, and they, too, were eager to hear Liu Wuxie's answer. I guessed it! replied Liu Wuxie nonchalantly. Zuo Hong's forehead creased in confusion, while the two women covered their mouths and giggled at the unexpected response; this was their first time seeing such an interesting person. Xiao Mingyi and Du Mingze, on the other hand, were seething with rage, feeling as though they could spit blood at Liu Wuxie's outrageous luck in guessing correctly. Brother Liu, you truly are a talent! exclaimed Zuo Hong, shaking his head in disbelief. He decided not to press the matter further and made his way down the stairs to the competition venue.
