Martial Cultivator-Novel

The man who shared a mental connection with the puppet naturally felt it. At the moment the puppet was damaged, he immediately reacted. The crying-face puppet stirred its hands in front of Chen Chao, and the iron chains in its hands exploded instantly, turning into several streams, all rushing towards Chen Chao!

Chen Chao gripped the broken saber in his hand tightly. The sharp blade constantly collided with the aggressive iron chains. Each collision caused a numbing sensation in Chen Chao's arm, but fortunately, he did not have to worry about the smiling-face puppet harassing him from a distance now. Instead, he could focus on the crying-face puppet in front of him.

In front of the smiling-face puppet, four flying swords continued to fly uninterruptedly. Led by the sword named "Mountain Creek," the three other flying swords swayed left and right. Every time the smiling-face puppet tried to heavily pound the human-skin drum, several flying swords swarmed out, intercepting its actions. The rest of the time, they did not confront it head-on. However, even with this strategy, Xie Nandu who was still at a very low cultivation level found it challenging to cope. Her face was deathly pale. Besides the four flying swords, she also had one flying sword restraining the man who had not taken much action.

The man was somewhat impressed by this girl who could control five flying swords simultaneously. Sword cultivators of the world naturally had unmatched killing prowess. But nurturing and controlling five flying swords simultaneously, like the girl was doing, was truly rare. Although she had a relatively low cultivation level, the man did not believe that she did not have some hidden trump cards. Therefore, even though he was facing an opponent, he had been in a state of observation all along, fearing that he would fail at this easy mission.

However, seeing that Chen Chao had gradually adapted to the tactics of the crying-face puppet, the man no longer hesitated. Both hands forming seals, a massive black vortex suddenly appeared in the clouds above his head. Then, a gigantic hand, shrouded in billowing black mist, reached out from it, grabbing at Xie Nandu's fifth flying sword.

The flying sword was as thin as a cicada's wing, with a blade resembling a snowflake. Among Xie Nandu's nine flying swords, it was the sharpest one. During this period, it was also the flying sword that she spent the most time nurturing. The sword was named "First Snow."

The hand emitting black mist covered the sky as if enveloping the entire sky, constantly stirring the sea of clouds. Its imposing aura was extremely formidable, appearing extremely terrifying.

The man remained expressionless as he watched that colossal hand reach towards the flying sword. Xie Nandu's expression became extremely serious. Controlling five flying swords was already somewhat challenging for her in the first place, and the flying sword named First Snow had the crucial task of restraining the man. There could be no mistakes.

Seeing the giant hand continuously grabbed towards the flying sword, First Snow evaded and danced in mid-air. However, its movements became slower, especially when it passed through the scattered black mist. After being tainted by the black mist, its actions became more sluggish, with black mist lingering around its snowy blade, giving it a strange appearance.

Xie Nandu's face turned cold, showing no fear towards the man in front of her. Despite the significant difference in cultivation levels and this being her first time attacking, she remained utterly unafraid.

After hovering in the sky for a moment, First Snow was eventually caught by the giant hand. A shrill sword cry suddenly sounded out, Xie Nandu's complexion turned pale at the same time.

Her lifeblood flying sword that was connected to her mind was captured, such an outcome was within reason.

Xie Nandu's pale complexion did not last long. A sickly flush quickly appeared. This was the manifestation of severe injuries.

On the other side, Chen Chao was struck heavily by an iron chain on his body, and a fresh trickle of blood emerged from the corner of his mouth.

Although both of them were rare young talents in the current Great Liang Dynasty, the time these two cultivated was actually too short. Especially Xie Nandu, in her early years at the White Deer's Xie Clan, did not start cultivating because her talent was too exceptional. The Xie Family in the Divine Capital kept asking her to wait and only taught her the most basic breathing techniques. After arriving in the Divine Capital and entering her master's tutelage, she was going to start becoming Teacher's successor. But later, she unexpectedly developed an interest in sword cultivation techniques. Later, when she went to Sword Qi Mountain to obtain a sword, she suddenly ended up with nine swords. These incidents delayed Xie Nandu's cultivation considerably. Otherwise, given her talent, she might have reached a higher realm by now, far beyond the Spirit Platform Realm.

"This won't do."

Xie Nandu's face flushed with a tinge of red as she spoke softly. Her voice was not loud, but it transmitted into Chen Chao's ears clearly.

Chen Chao glanced at Xie Nandu, feeling somewhat helpless. The disparity in their cultivation realms was too great. In reality, relying on just the two of them made it challenging to achieve much. However, at this moment, he did not have other options.

Other than the piece of paper with golden characters in his bosom...

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In the darkness of the night, the Dean bid farewell to his disciple whom he had not seen in many years. However, as he turned to close the door, another person arrived at the entrance.

Glancing at the arrival, the Dean asked, "How long have you been waiting?"

The person smiled and replied, "This student didn't wait too long."

The Dean sighed, "The two of you don't have any grudge to begin with. I just don't know why you two can't stand each other. Over these years, he dislikes you, and you don't like him. You guys aren't even willing to pretend in front of him?"

The arrival said calmly, "Teacher definitely doesn't mind. Why should we bother with this unnecessary action?"

The Dean did not say anything more but led the person back into the house.

The man was dressed like a scholar, and indeed, he was the most famous scholar in the Great Liang Dynasty, Wei Xu.

After sitting down, the Dean said, "The things you did by the lakeside before, were they meant for me to see?"

Wei Xu remained silent, seemingly reluctant to answer.

The dean finally showed some irritation and said sarcastically, "Do you really think I must choose one between the two of you?"

Wei Xu shook his head, still unwilling to speak.

The Dean looked at his student and said calmly, "The academy does not get involved in such conflicts."

Hearing this, Wei Xu retorted, "If the academy is passed on to Little Junior Sister, given her temperament, do you really think it won't get involved in any conflicts?"Follow current novelenglish.net . s on ɴovel(ꜰ)ɪre.nᴇt

Nowadays, those closest to Xie Nandu were aware of one thing: her sole focus lay in reclaiming the thirty thousand miles of desolate north for the human race. Currently, she had not taken significant actions, only because she could not do much for the time being. However, if she gained the capability to take action someday, there was a high likelihood that she might lead the academy into the abyss.

The Dean looked at Wei Xu and asked, "And what about you?"

Wei Xu remained silent, just quietly looking at the Dean.

The Dean continued, "In the academy, a senior brother is still a senior brother, and a junior sister is still that junior sister."

Wei Xu smiled, "Even outside the academy, Little Junior Sister is still my junior sister."

The Dean did not say anything more, he just said, "Your Little Junior Sister's current situation doesn't look too good."

Wei Xu said, "Someone has probably gone there."

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The flying sword First Snow was captured by the enormous black hand, temporarily interrupting the connection between the flying sword and Xie Nandu. The man looked at Chen Chao. At this moment, over at the smiling-face puppet, several flying swords were struggling to restrain the puppet. Controlling those flying swords had already been challenging for the severely injured Xie Nandu. The man was not passive like before either, instead, he was actively controlling it with his mind. Therefore, at this moment, the battle was reaching its end.

Chen Chao reached into his bosom, that piece of golden paper was already in his hand.

Aside from the white mist within his body, he did not have many tricks up his sleeve.

However, at this moment, the flying sword held by the massive black hand suddenly began to tremble. The sound of sword cries echoed endlessly, lingering on incessantly.

The flying sword named First Snow erupted with an immense sword qi, powerful and earth-shattering, shocking the world.

The man's face showed some confusion. He knew that this sword was just one of the girl's five flying swords, and her current cultivation level was only in the Spirit Platform Realm. Given her cultivation level, this flying sword should not possess such a formidable power.

However, this scene had genuinely appeared, why was that?

Without waiting for the man to ponder further, the sword named First Snow actually broke free from the grasp of the black hand at this moment. Endless sword intent poured out at this moment, like a weeping willow.

A voice sounded out from afar, "Little Junior Sister, when killing the enemy with a flying sword, speed and determination are what counts. Hesitation is not the way of a sword cultivator"

As this voice sounded out, First Snow had already slashed apart the black hand and returned to Xie Nandu's side.

A figure slowly emerged at this moment.

It was a swordsman in a green robe.

He leisurely approached, looking at the pale-faced man, and said, "The Southern Region's Shaman Clan, hiding in the mountains for generations. Why? Who gave you the courage to stir up trouble in the Divine Capital?!"

After seeing the newcomer, the man became exceptionally cautious. As the capital of the Great Liang Dynasty, there were naturally many powerhouses in the Divine Capital; a fact he was well aware of. However, he did not think there could be sword cultivators in the Divine Capital, especially this sword cultivator in green before him now. Clad in a green robe, brimming with sword intent, it was evident that he was a sword immortal who had already stepped into the Nepenthe Realm.

Such figures were usually held dearly in the foreign land cultivation sects. How could they appear in the Divine Capital?

Furthermore, why would they serve a secular dynasty like the Great Liang Dynasty?

"Senior, are you just passing through, or..."

Before his voice faded, he already thought of another possibility: could the green-robed sword cultivator before him be Xie Nandu's mentor?

Thinking about it carefully, it made sense. Although Xie Nandu possessed shocking talent, she was still a student of the academy. Every sword cultivator needed a mentor.

Even though the academy was strong, they were all Confucian disciples.

The green-robed sword cultivator seemed to know what he was thinking but paid no attention. He just continued on his own, "Whether you come to the Divine Capital or not is not my concern. If you wish to kill this young man, I don't seem to have any reason to intervene either. However, since my Little Junior Sister has involved herself, the situation is different."

At this point, the green-robed sword cultivator paused, expressing a hint of nostalgia. He added, "It's been a long time since I spoke reasonably. Nevertheless, in the Divine Capital, I'll make an exception. How about this: if you can defeat me, I won't kill you."

Upon hearing the words from the green-robed sword cultivator, the man was somewhat bewildered. Little Junior Sister?

Xie Nandu was the Dean's disciple. According to the green-robed sword cultivator, was he also a disciple of the Dean?

But when did the Dean have a sword immortal disciple?

The green-robed sword cultivator cast a glance at the two puppets and did not speak.

The man did not say much. With a thought, the crying-face puppet was already approaching.

The flying sword at the green-robed sword cultivator's waist, Embracing Cicada, trembled slightly. It seemed eager to take action.

However, Lui Banbi shook his head and said with a hint of disdain, "Stay put."

Facing a cultivator whose realm was only in the Great Beyond Realm, there was no reason to draw his sword.

Lui Banbi held two fingers together to simulate a sword, and a dazzling sword light was instantly pulled out of thin air.

"With the likes of you, do you think you can touch my Little Junior Sister?!"