Chapter 240: Lofty Aura to the Fullest, Luo Wusheng
Ling Shuangxue instantly realized the source of this familiar sensation.
The fluctuations arising in this world… weren't they the same fluctuations produced when she cast the technique she had created based on that story?
And the person using this technique at this moment…
'It seems Yuliu has already passed this technique on to him… Was it when she traveled with him to Sword Province this time? Or did she also use a wooden sword to send the message?'
Many things that had already been confirmed before became absolute certainty at this moment.
"But I only taught Yuliu this technique a few days ago..."
Which meant that he had mastered the technique she had created in just a few short days?
—Well, it made sense. After all, the very "intent" she used to create this technique came from his story.
But aside from that, it also had to be because of his extraordinary talent.
Realizing that Luo Wusheng was using the technique she had created because of him, Ling Shuangxue suddenly felt a sense of fulfillment in her heart.
'Once this incident is over, I should tell him who I really am…'
She could also bring up that matter.
"…If Yuliu finds out, she'll probably be very happy, right?"
Ling Shuangxue murmured to herself but quickly withdrew her expression.
The plan set by the young man was still in motion, so she needed to deal with the Soulblade Specter as soon as possible.
Her figure flickered as she continued deeper into the mountains.
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Outside Daybreak Mountain.
Luo Wusheng's expression was calm, his aura at this moment overwhelmingly dominant.
Recalling the method of the so-called Returning Sword Technique that the Sword Fairy had taught him, he suddenly clenched his outstretched palm the moment he uttered, "Sword—come!."
At that instant, the expressions of the four teams who were hesitating about whether to take action changed dramatically.
They suddenly realized that their swords, which were part of their very being, had lost control and were now trembling violently.
A sword was the very foundation of a sword cultivator.
But at this moment, that foundation was shaken.
Among them, the ones whose expressions changed the most were those from the team where every person had six swords floating around them.
Of course, the first to completely lose control and have their swords fly away were the members of the greatsword team, who had already lost their ability to fight due to paralysis.
One by one, their greatsword broke free from their immobilized owners, flying toward Luo Wusheng. Only the tall, imposing man among them, relying on his Nascent Soul cultivation, was able to barely suppress his sword.
The second team to fail at holding onto their swords was the one with the most flying swords.
It seemed they had never established a strong connection with their swords to begin with. At least others could still grip their swords with brute force for a moment, but their swords, after trembling just once, had almost no resistance and simply flew toward Luo Wusheng.
Several Golden Core cultivators in disbelief tried to pull out spare swords from their storage bags, only to see them fly away just as easily.
The white-haired elder leading the Nascent Soul sword cultivators frowned. While trying to suppress his own six swords, he also attempted to block the others…
However, the moment the swords in flight met resistance, they suddenly converged, releasing a powerful sword aura that directly shattered the hastily formed blockade.
The elder was caught off guard, and in that moment of instability, even one of his own six swords broke free and flew out.
Similar scenes played out among the other three teams.
The Golden Core cultivators had no way of holding onto their swords in such a crisis—only the Nascent Soul cultivators barely managed to keep control.
And all those flying swords were now gathered above Luo Wusheng's head.
Dozens, even hundreds of swords intertwined and danced in the air, blocking out the sunlight, casting a shadow over Luo Wusheng, who was originally bathed in light.
Standing in the darkness, Luo Wusheng slightly lifted his head.
In his outstretched left hand, at some point, a slender sword shimmering with cold light had appeared.
Meanwhile, in his right hand, the [Phantomless 2.0] had transformed into liquid, flowing before solidifying into a familiar blood-colored long blade.
This blade was not as massive as before, not towering into the heavens, but the energy surging within it far surpassed what it once held.
Boom!
A terrifying clap of thunder erupted out of nowhere.
But this time, everyone understood its source.
Luo Wusheng's right arm, gripping [Phantomless 2.0], crackled violently with the ferocious lightning of heavenly tribulation, illuminating his calm face amidst the shadowed surroundings.
At that instant, no one could tear their gaze away from him.
"H-ha— hahaha— I must still be dreaming after listening to the storyteller story yesterday— Haha—"
"What– What is that?! How could someone with such overwhelming power be merely at the Golden Core Realm? Even the peak of the Nascent Soul realm cultivator has never made me feel such dread!"
"With just a single call of 'Sword, come,' even my sword trembled all the way from here… If he wished, could he summon ten thousand swords to gather?!"
"Who is he?! When did such a figure appear in the martial world?"
"That artifact that transformed into a long blade… I feel like I've heard of something similar before…"
Some of the lower-level cultivators watching from the sidelines were so overwhelmed by the oppressive aura that they collapsed to the ground in fear. Yet, the vast majority trembled not from terror but from sheer exhilaration.
This was far more exciting than any storyteller's tale!
Meanwhile, on the battlefield, the disarmed Golden Core sword cultivators stood in panic, utterly lost. Even the Nascent Soul cultivators wore grim expressions.
They could feel it—the energy condensed within that blood-colored long blade was something they would not dare to meet head-on, even with their cultivation.
And beyond the raw power, their spirits, too, were shaken by the sight before them.
A young man, wielding a sword in one hand and a blade in the other, his body wreathed in lightning—at this moment, he seemed almost divine. His cold, indifferent gaze swept across them.
Luo Wusheng slightly raised his right hand, lifting [Phantomless 2.0], and the corners of his mouth curled into the faintest smile.
He had successfully pulled this off.
'I never thought I'd get to say this line myself… I always assumed I'd only hear it from Little Yuli… Though, let's leave out the last two lines. As a fake sword cultivator, I should keep a low profile…'
Gripping the sword and blade in his hands, Luo Wusheng felt a surge of confidence.
The recognition value he had just accumulated had completely overflowed. The [Phantomless 2.0] was now revealing the full extent of his current strength.
And on the other hand, the Cold Light Sword from Ling Shuangxue gave him the ability to teleport instantly to the Sword Sect fairy's side.
Right now, he had the perfect balance—
With the [Phantomless 2.0], he could strike down a Nascent Soul cultivator in a single slash.
With the Cold Light Sword, he could retreat to safety in an instant.
And combined with his current imposing presence…
It befitting of his status as the Holy Saint Of the Demon Sect!
Taking a single step forward, his aura completely overpowered everyone before him.
Accompanied by the rumbling of thunder, his voice rang out, calm yet commanding.
"Looks like this Soulblade Specter is no longer any of your concern…"
"So… since it's still early, why don't you all head home?"
"Or perhaps… is there someone here who would like to try and withstand a strike from me?"
He raised [Phantomless 2.0] high above his head.
For a moment, it seemed as if an earth-splitting, heaven-piercing blade shadow materialized above him.
In the blink of an eye, the wind howled, and the skies changed color.
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