noffsinger Chapter 529 Golden Sword Sect! Who are you?
Chapter 529 Golden Sword Sect! Who are you?
Chen Fan stood at the back of the crowd, his face calm, as if he hadn't heard the taunts.
His divine sense had already silently spread out, discovering the cultivation levels of all the cultivators outside the city gate.
The Golden Sword Sect's delegation this time was indeed formidable. In addition to Wu Daozi, who was at the mid-stage of Core Formation, there were two elders at the early stage of Core Formation and five disciples at the peak of Foundation Establishment.
More importantly, the sect leader of the Golden Sword Sect, Golden Sword Master, has not yet shown himself; he is the true master.
Besides the Golden Sword Sect, people from Hundred Herbs Valley, Iron Sword Manor, Wind and Thunder Pavilion, Yellow Sand Sect, and Spirit Ruins Sect also arrived.
The strength of each sect varies, but they all have one thing in common: they are all stronger than Shangyun Sect.
Chen Fan withdrew his divine sense, having already made up his mind.
The sarcasm of these people was nothing more than a passing breeze to him.
He had been a eunuch in the palace for decades and had heard far worse things, so what was a little ridicule to him? As long as it didn't affect his chances of getting a spot in the prefectural competition, he didn't care how much they laughed.
However, trouble doesn't just disappear if you don't seek it out.
A tall, thin young disciple suddenly stepped out from the crowd of the Golden Sword Sect.
He had a silver longsword hanging at his waist, with three thumb-sized spirit stones inlaid on the scabbard, clearly not an ordinary item.
This person's cultivation level is at the early stage of Core Formation, and he has a sharp aura between his brows, clearly indicating that he is a core disciple of the Golden Sword Sect.
He walked straight toward Shangyun Sect, but his target was not Master Feihe, but Li Changhe.
"You're Li Changhe?" The young disciple sized Li Changhe up and down, his tone flippant. "I heard you've recruited quite a few rogue cultivators this year. Quite a handful, aren't you?"
Li Changhe's expression changed slightly, and he forced a smile: "Fellow Daoist..."
"My name is Zhao Wuji," the young disciple interrupted him. "I am an inner disciple of the Golden Sword Sect. I would like to ask Elder Li for his guidance."
He said he was asking for advice, but his tone sounded like he was giving a command.
Li Changhe's expression completely changed.
Zhao Wuji was in the early stage of Core Formation, while he was in the middle stage. Logically speaking, Zhao Wuji's cultivation was superior and he should not be afraid of him. However, the sword cultivators of the Golden Sword Sect were known for their combat strength and had few rivals among their peers. Moreover, Zhao Wuji was young and vigorous with abundant spiritual energy, while he was old and frail. If they really fought, Zhao Wuji's chances of winning were not great.
More importantly, Zhao Wuji is the personal disciple of Jin Jian Zhenren, the sect leader of the Jin Jian Sect.
Losing is shameful, winning offends Master Jinjian; it's troublesome regardless of the outcome.
"Fellow Daoist Zhao is too kind. This old man..."
Before Li Changhe could finish speaking, Zhao Wuji had already drawn his sword.
The moment the silver longsword was drawn, a sharp sword aura slashed towards Li Changhe.
Caught off guard, Li Changhe hastily summoned a cyan shield, barely managing to block the sword strike.
However, the aftershocks of the sword energy still forced him to retreat three steps, and a surge of blood and qi rushed through his chest.
"Elder Li, why are you being so polite? Show me your true skills!" Zhao Wuji said politely, but his hands showed no mercy, and the second sword followed immediately.
This sword strike was faster and more ruthless than the first one.
The silver sword light drew an arc in the air, bypassed the cyan shield, and went straight for Li Changhe's throat.
Li Changhe was terrified. He retreated rapidly while simultaneously casting spells with both hands, creating layers of spiritual energy shields in front of him.
But those shields were like paper in front of Zhao Wuji's sword light, shattering layer by layer.
Just as the sword was about to pierce Li Changhe, a ruthless glint flashed in his eyes. He suddenly turned around and rushed towards Chen Fan's direction.
He's trying to shift the blame elsewhere!
Chen Fan stood at the back of the crowd, initially just observing coldly.
The feud between Li Changhe and Zhao Wuji was none of his business, and he didn't want to get involved.
But he never expected Li Changhe to be so shameless, dragging him down with him when he couldn't beat him.
Zhao Wuji's sword strike continued unabated, its light enveloping both him and Li Changhe.
Chen Fan sighed inwardly.
He didn't want to cause trouble, but since trouble had come knocking, he had no choice but to deal with it.
He raised his right hand and extended one finger.
A grayish-white light flashed and disappeared at the fingertips.
That seemingly casual finger strike precisely targeted the weakest point of the silver sword light.
With a soft "ding," the incomparably sharp sword light shattered into countless silver specks.
Zhao Wuji felt a strange force coming through the sword, his hand went numb, and the silver sword almost flew out of his hand.
He stumbled back several steps before regaining his balance, his arrogance freezing instantly, replaced by disbelief.
"Who...who are you?"
Chen Fan withdrew his finger and said calmly, "Shangyun Sect, Chen Mu."
The entire room fell silent.
All the cultivators outside the city gates focused their attention on Chen Fan.
A Foundation Establishment cultivator at the Great Perfection stage blocked a sword strike from a Golden Sword Sect cultivator in the early Core Formation stage with just one finger.
How is that possible?
On the Golden Sword Sect's side, Wu Daozi's expression changed.
The elders and disciples of Baicao Valley, Tiejian Manor, Fenglei Pavilion, Huangsha Sect, and Lingxu Sect all looked over here, their eyes filled with surprise and doubt.
Even Master Feihe looked at Chen Fan with a deeper meaning in his eyes.
He knew that Chen Mu had some skills, as evidenced by his previous defeat of Hong Jiu.
However, Hong Jiu was ultimately just a rogue cultivator without a sect, unlike the direct disciples of the Golden Sword Sect.
The power of Zhao Wuji's sword strike was such that even if an ordinary early-stage Core Formation cultivator could block it, they would never be able to do so so easily.
But Chen Mu only used one finger.
Who exactly is this Chen Mu?
Master Feihe suppressed the shock in his heart and calmly withdrew his gaze.
Chen Fan ignored the gazes around him, only glancing at Li Changhe beside him.
Li Changhe's heart skipped a beat when he saw that look, and his smile became somewhat stiff: "Fellow Daoist Chen... Chen Mu, thank you for earlier."
Chen Fan did not respond, but simply said, "Elder Li, take care of yourself."
His tone was calm, but Li Changhe sensed a chill beneath the calm.
This "take care of yourself" isn't advice, but a warning not to do it again.
Li Changhe swallowed hard, nodded, and dared not say another word.
Zhao Wuji stood opposite him, his expression shifting between anger and uncertainty.
He looked at Chen Fan, wanting to say something several times, but found himself at a loss for words.
The opponent was indeed at the Great Perfection of Foundation Establishment; his aura was unmistakable.
But what about that finger?
How could someone at the Great Perfection of Foundation Establishment break through his sword techniques so easily?
Elder Wu Daozi of the Golden Sword Sect quickly stepped forward and stopped Zhao Wuji, who wanted to try again.
He gave Chen Fan a deep look, then patted Zhao Wuji on the shoulder and said in a low voice, "Go back first. The competition is imminent, there's no rush."
Zhao Wuji gritted his teeth, sheathed his sword, and turned back to the Golden Sword Sect's ranks.
Before leaving, Wu Daozi turned back and glanced at Chen Fan one last time. His eyes no longer held disdain, but rather a cold glint as he scrutinized his prey.
Chen Fan remained unmoved, simply standing there with his hands behind his back, as if nothing had happened.