Chapter Thirty-Three Farewell Qin Ke'er

  After settling down at Xuanwu Peak, Wang Ke began to focus on his cultivation. After all, there were only three months left, and for ordinary people, three months might be a long time, but in the eyes of cultivators, three months was just a fleeting moment.

  Xuanwu Shield is a unique secret technique of Xuanwu Peak, which condenses spiritual energy into a defensive shield that can instantly block external attacks. This spiritual shield is much more powerful than ordinary spiritual energy shields.

  Wang Ke sat cross-legged, a faint aura of spiritual energy fluctuating around his body. Suddenly, his eyes snapped open, and a streak of green light flashed from the bottom of his eyes. His right hand shot up, palm facing upwards, and a ball of green spiritual energy burst forth from his hand, hovering in mid-air as it churned and tumbled.

  This mass of cyan spiritual energy churned and transformed, as if this mass of cyan spiritual energy had a life of its own. Wang Ke's eyes shone with a sharp light, staring at the ball of spiritual energy in his hand, as if he was making some kind of effort.

  The blue spiritual energy surged and transformed, gradually forming the outline of a tortoise shell shield as time passed. However, just at this moment, the pattern's spiritual energy suddenly emitted a fierce wave of fluctuations, then burst open with a loud crash.

  "It seems that this Xuanwu shield wants to truly condense and come out, it's not that simple" Wang Ke looked at the spiritual energy disappearing in the air, shaking his head helplessly.

  This is his thirtieth failure. Since Xuanwu Shield is a secret technique of Xuanwu Peak, it's naturally not that easy to condense.

  Compared to the Xuanwu Shield, the cultivation of the Lingxi Jue was a natural fit. Wang Ke's Naqi Jue had already been cultivated to perfection, and changing it to Lingxi Jue didn't take much effort. It felt like the absorption speed of the spiritual energy had increased several times over, making this a pretty good technique.

  "I don't know how the Sword Manual is" Suddenly, a gleam of excitement flashed in Wang Ke's eyes, and with a flip of his hand, the secret book of the Sword Manual appeared in his hand. He began to study it, and after several hours passed in an instant, Wang Ke finished reading the last page of the manual. With a clap of his hands, the manual disappeared from his hand, and he stood up, flashing out of the room.

  Outside is a not-so-large platform, surrounded by towering trees, with spiritual energy swirling around, and clouds of spirit floating in the air above the head. This is the waist of the mountain, where the fog is thicker.

  Standing on the platform, a glint of light flashed in Wang Ke's eyes as he stretched out his hand and beckoned. In an instant, a green light flashed, and the Xuan Tie flying sword appeared, hovering around him and dancing in the air.

  He suddenly pinched a sword finger with both hands, stretched out his hand to point at the flying sword, and instantly the flying sword flashed and floated in front of him, about seven feet away from the ground.

  He then kicked off the ground with both feet, flipped over and landed on the flying sword in an instant. The flying sword sank slightly downwards and began to sway.

  "The sword flies, swiftly!" With a light cry in his mouth, the flying sword under his feet began to tremble and fly out. However, it had only flown out for a short distance when the spiritual light on top of it flashed and shattered. Wang Ke felt a sudden lightness beneath him and quickly flipped over, landing steadily on the ground.

  He stretched out his hand and the flying sword once again regained its luster, floating in mid-air. He then began to try it repeatedly, the Sword Controlling Technique wasn't a profound technique, but he was just starting to get used to it, feeling a bit awkward at first. As time passed, the sensation of controlling the sword gradually became clearer.

  Two days later, on the platform, a sword light fluttered and a figure stood on the sword light, with bursts of cheers coming from his mouth. It was Wang Ke who had already mastered the Sword Controlling Technique.

  At this time he was flying with his sword, having a great time, not having to worry about the slightest consumption of spiritual energy, and no longer envying those cultivators who could fly with their swords.

  A flash of blue light, Wang Ke put away the flying sword and landed steadily on the ground, with a satisfied expression on his face: "If Tong Jie and the others saw my current achievement, I wonder if they would be happy for me. Are they doing well now?" Suddenly, Wang Ke thought of Tong Yan and the others, remembering that when they were together, they all envied the cultivators who could fly with their swords.

  "This time, if there's a chance, go take a look." Wang Ke made up his mind secretly, then suddenly moved on the platform with a strange gait, his speed was extremely fast, as if his figure couldn't be caught.

  This is another secret of Xuanwu Peak, the Cloud Step, agile, mysterious and changeable. This step can be used wonderfully in battle, and Wang Ke is intensifying his practice.

  Here is the translation:

  He cultivated here, without anyone to disturb him, Wang Ke almost forgot about time, except for cultivation it was still cultivation, and before he knew it, three months had passed.

  At this time, on the mountain platform, only a strong spiritual power fluctuation was seen emanating from Wang Ke's body. As soon as his foot moved, three identical figures instantly appeared on the mountain platform, each looking very real, as if they were his clones.

  Three figures simultaneously swung out a sword, three green sword edges descended from the sky and slashed towards the ground. "Puff" A deep sword scar several meters long appeared on the platform, while two figures beside it shattered apart.

  "Hehe, this Flying Cloud Step is indeed mysterious and wonderful. It should be quite effective in confusing the enemy." After mastering the Flying Cloud Step, movement speed became extremely fast, and combat became even more agile.

  Then, Wang Ke's expression changed, his right hand moved, and a cyan sword light burst out from the Xuan Tie Sword. He immediately followed up with the Fei Yun Step, flashing forward to appear in front of the sword light. Turning around, he raised his left hand, and an instant later, a pale blue shield appeared, blocking the sword light in front of him.

  Only the greenish-blue shield looked somewhat like a turtle shell, with some irregular patterns on it, looking very sturdy. The sword light struck the bright shield, and all that could be heard was a "ding" sound, emitting the sound of metal colliding with metal.

  The blue sword light flashed and disappeared in the air, the surface of the light shield flickered and recovered instantly. Wang Ke nodded in satisfaction, although it was just a casual slash, its power was not weak either. The light shield could easily block it, enough to prove that his defensive strength was not trivial.

  After three months of cultivation, he had already mastered the swordsmanship, Xuanwu shield and armor, as well as the Flying Cloud Step. His strength had increased greatly, although his cultivation could not be improved, but his spiritual power became more refined. At this time, he was full of confidence in his own strength.

  Suddenly, Wang Ke's gaze shifted and looked towards the foot of the mountain. A sword light was rapidly shooting over, and on top of the sword light stood a familiar figure.

  The sword light was very fast, and in the blink of an eye, it arrived in front of him. A young man jumped down from above, his eyes casually swept over Wang Ke's body, and said lightly: "Peak Master asked me to inform you that the three-month period has arrived, and you can set off now."

  Ling Mu stood not far away, his gaze falling on Wang Ke, his expression somewhat cold and detached, with a hint of jealousy in his eyes. In his opinion, Wang Ke, a disciple of the miscellaneous spirit root, might never be able to enter the middle stage of Nascent Soul cultivation in his lifetime. Yet, in just one short year, his cultivation had advanced by leaps and bounds, and this time he was even favored by the Peak Master. Ling Mu felt some resentment in his heart.

  "Thanks for reminding me, Senior Lingmu," Wang said with a bow, ignoring Lingmu's coldness.

  "Hmph, the matter of the fight is small, but the face of our Xuanwu Peak is big. I warn you, if we lose face in this match, I won't let you off." Lingmu said coldly and flew up into the air, setting up a flash of light that instantly disappeared into the distance.

  Wang Ke furrowed his brow, gazing at Ling Mu's back, a chill in his eyes. "Hmph, really thinks he's some kind of big shot, pointing fingers and drawing pictures at me," Wang Ke muttered to himself.

  "Never mind, it's not worth arguing with him." Wang thought for a moment and decided that getting angry over such a small thing wasn't worthwhile. He turned around, tidied up the house a bit, and soon came out again, heading to the agreed-upon location on foot, choosing not to fly with his sword to avoid drawing attention from others.

  In the Qingmu Sect, inner disciples are more valued. In order to avoid weak disciples going out for training and encountering danger that they cannot defend against, rules were set for sparring matches.

  Disciples who want to go out and practice must sign up in advance for the trial. The trial is held once every three months, and only one-tenth of the disciples who win are allowed to go out and practice. Those who lose in the competition can only wait until next time's registration, until they win before they can go out and practice. Every three months' competition is also a kind of training method for inner door disciples. For this reason, the sect has specially set up rewards. If you can get into the top ten in the trial, you can get some resource rewards.

  The location of the trial was a huge square at the foot of Qingmu Peak. When Wang Ke arrived, the square had already gathered countless cultivators, including inner disciples, core disciples, and most of them were outer disciples, who were gathered around the platform.

  Seeing so many cultivators on the square, Wang was slightly shocked. His eyes scanned around and found a stone platform on the left side of the square. On the platform sat a middle-aged cultivator with a calm demeanor. Most of the cultivators had their eyes closed in meditation, while some disciples dressed in inner sect attire were busy doing something nearby.

  Wang Kan glanced over and walked past, coming to the stone platform, where these inner disciples were receiving their number plates and drawing lots for their opponents.

  The old man with a flower beard handed out the number plates. One by one, the disciples who received their number plates and battle information retreated, until it was finally Wang Ke's turn.

  "Name tag," The old man raised his head and glanced at Wang Ke casually.

  "Wang Ke, disciple of Xuanwu Peak" Wang Ke quickly took out his waist card and handed it to the old man.

  "Hmm, so you're the one who took over from Zhong Wuhu. Here's your number plate." The old man handed over a paper card with "258" written on it in bold characters. Wang could tell at a glance that this was his own number.

  Drawing lots was simple, with his right hand touching the paper card, a streak of spiritual light entered, and instantly his opponent's information appeared, how this was done, Wang Ke wasn't clear either, he could only smile slightly and walk to the side.

  The competition was scheduled at noon, and the huge square had already been divided into many areas, each with its own number. Wang found his own area for the competition and waited patiently, as there wasn't much time left.

  In this area, there were already many inner disciples sitting cross-legged on the side of the field to adjust their breath. Wang Ke's gaze swept across these people, and most of them had only reached the mid-term of Qi Refining, while those who had reached the late stage were very few.

  Among these people, Wang Ke saw some disciples wearing the long gown of Xuanwu Peak, as well as four other peak disciples. At this time, everyone was sitting cross-legged, without any communication between each other, all waiting for the start.

  Suddenly at this moment, in the distant sky, several dazzling sword lights flew towards the square. First, a shout of surprise came from the square, "Wow, look, it's the young master and core disciples!"

  Upon hearing this voice, countless eyes in the square all looked up at the sky. Indeed, among those sword lights, the first person to appear was Qin Ke'er. Qin Ke'er's face was cold and indifferent, wearing a set of white palace attire, with her long black hair flowing behind her, and a white silk ribbon tied on her head, looking like an Ice Fairy.

  Behind her, there were three sword lights, and on each of the sword lights stood a young man. These three young men looked not very old, but the clothes they wore were the special attire of core disciples. All three of them were core disciples, the true elite among the Qingmu Sect's disciples.

  These three people are all dignified and talented, but each of them has a proud look on their face. One of them is someone Wang Ke has met before, that young man called Ao Xin.

  In a burst of cheers, the four sword lights instantly arrived above the square and landed directly on the stone platform on the left, drawing everyone's attention over.

  Wang Ke looked at the figure of Qin Ke'er standing on the stone platform, and in just one year, the aura around Qin Ke'er had become even stronger, while her temperament had also undergone a huge change, becoming more ethereal, like a fairy about to ascend.