Chapter 22 - 22 19 Sword Intent

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Chapter 22 of "Dominating Martial King" begins with: 22: Chapter 19 Sword Intent 22: Chapter 19 Sword Intent Chu Xisheng didn’t find anyone... See the full story!

22: Chapter 19 Sword Intent 22: Chapter 19 Sword Intent Chu Xisheng didn’t find anyone in Chu Yunyun’s room. He was feeling puzzled when he heard a slight noise from the backyard. His eyebrows raised, and he followed the sound. As he stepped into the backyard, he saw Chu Yunyun standing in front of a makeshift stove. She looked up from the iron pot with a face smudged black and looked at him sheepishly. Chu Yunyun’s expression was extremely awkward, but she pretended as if nothing had happened and threw the spatula in her hand back into the pot. “I got back late from the Daoist temple, and the cafeteria was already closed. So I bought some groceries to cook, but I burned the potatoes.” Chu Xisheng looked at her face black as the pot bottom and couldn’t help but laugh out loud, gloating at her misfortune. But then he noticed a few green cloth strips hanging from the clothesline in the corner, swaying in the night breeze. He was very familiar with those cloth strips— Chu Xisheng’s laughter stopped abruptly, and his face fell: “You washed clothes again? It’s fine if you ruin your own things, but why touch my clothes?” “I saw them in your room, so I washed them while I was at it.” Chu Yunyun scratched her face with her finger, evasively shifting her gaze: “Don’t look at me like that, those clothes can still be used after some mending. Those strange undershirts and underwear of yours—I’ll go replace them for you the day after tomorrow.” She had already condensed a Spirit Seed, feeling her self-control had improved significantly. Chu Yunyun had been confident at that time, thinking she could handle it, but it now seemed she was still too naive. Clearly, she had no problems in fights and battles. Chu Xisheng’s face twitched: “You even ruined my vest and underwear?” Ancient men usually wore undershirts, but Chu Xisheng found them uncomfortable, so he bought some cloth and made his own. Poor guy, a Nanjing University master’s student, who had never touched a needle and thread in his life, had spent considerable time crafting these men’s undergarments. Chu Xisheng fumed for a while before realizing there was nothing he could do about Chu Yunyun. Could he beat her up? He was lucky enough not to get beaten by Chu Yunyun herself. He sighed and helplessly picked up the kitchen knife: “Go fetch some water and wash up. I’ll cook.” He saw there were still plenty of ingredients left. The stove, they built it the day they moved. Chu Xisheng supervised while Chu Yunyun did the labor. It still had many gaps that leaked smoke and fire and needed further repairs, but it was usable temporarily. Chu Xisheng picked up a washed potato and sliced it, the more he thought about it, the angrier he got. He slammed the knife on the cutting board with a loud ‘thud.’ Sёarch* The novel(F~)ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. “Chu Yunyun! I’m telling you, without my permission, you are not allowed to touch any clothes in the future, or else—” Chu Yunyun had already picked up the carrying pole in the corner. She looked over at Chu Xisheng in doubt. Chu Xisheng suddenly felt a chill in his heart. That bothersome sister glanced back at him, carrying the pole as if she was a valiant warrior on a horse, exuding an aura of dominance. The pole in her hand seemed like an unrivaled weapon, comparable to Lord Guan’s Green Dragon Crescent Blade. Chu Xisheng swallowed hard and suppressed his fear. He couldn’t show any weakness in front of Chu Yunyun. Otherwise, she would become even more unruly, and how would they live together in the future? Chu Xisheng’s mind raced, and he mustered the courage to glare back at her: “Do you believe I won’t cook stir-fried potatoes with green peppers for a month? No, for half a month!” Was she scared now? For some unknown reason, this world miraculously had potatoes from sixteenth-century China. Chu Yunyun’s favorite dish was this, and she always insisted on picking the last piece of green pepper and the last strand of potato into her mouth. Chu Yunyun smiled faintly, then pouted with some grievance before lifting the water buckets and heading out. Fifteen minutes later, the siblings sat at the table with a plate of stir-fried potatoes with green peppers, a plate of scrambled eggs with chives, and bowls of roujiamo. When Chu Xisheng finished chopping the vegetables, he discovered that Chu Yunyun had also burned a good portion of the rice. He didn’t bother cooking more food. Fortunately, he had some roujiamo he took to the Library and hadn’t eaten, so he steamed them and ate them with the dishes. It was July, hot and dry, and the roujiamo had gone a bit sour after three days. Chu Xisheng was reluctant to waste them. After all, they cost him one tael of Demon Silver. They typically only ate plain buns and couldn’t afford such meat-filled meals. “What is the origin of the Vengeance Map in the Library?” Chu Xisheng spoke with a mouthful of food, wolfing it down in his hunger, “It even hides Sword Intent.” Chu Yunyun’s hand paused, looking at Chu Xisheng in astonishment. However, she maintained her upright posture while finishing her meal. After putting down her utensils, she responded to Chu Xisheng: “You can sense the Sword Intent? It seems your comprehension is much better than I thought.” Chu Xisheng looked at her in confusion: “Not only did I sense it, but I also gained some insights. You said my comprehension is good, what does that mean?” “The Sword Intent in that map is deeply hidden. Even those with excellent comprehension can’t detect it. Otherwise, it wouldn’t have been hanging in the Zhengyang Martial Arts Hall’s Library for hundreds of years with hardly anyone understanding its true nature.” Chu Yunyun explained calmly: “So I asked you to memorize the patterns, lines, and structure of the entire map. Once you remember about eighty percent and imprint it in your mind, you can trigger the Sword Intent during visualization.” Chu Xisheng raised his brows, judging himself not to have good comprehension. Instead, it was his “Eagle Eye” that allowed him to notice every detail of the Vengeance Map, thus deepening his memory. Was this annoying sister indirectly boasting about her own comprehension? Since those with excellent comprehension couldn’t sense it, Chu Yunyun must have extraordinary comprehension. “You haven’t said what the origin of the map is and why it’s crucial for us, linked to life and death. I heard Ye Zhiqiu say that there isn’t just one of these maps; every Martial Arts Academy under the Formless Divine Sect has one.” This time, Chu Yunyun didn’t avoid his question. After a moment of thought, she calmly answered: “About thirteen hundred years ago, a rebel known as ‘Blood Vengeance Blade Lord’ emerged from the Formless Divine Sect. He created the Divine Intent Touch Death Blade, once reaching the top of the Heavenly List, dominating for one hundred and seventy years, invincible. This map was made by him, recording the essence of his lifelong Sword Intent. After defecting, he became an arch-enemy of the Formless Divine Sect, leaving behind countless blood debts. When he transcended, he left his Sword Intent Map and Divine Intent Touch Death Blade to the Formless Divine Sect. There are eight maps in total, progressing incrementally. The first map has over a hundred copies, stored in major Martial Arts Academies. Only the elite three-leaf members of an academy can access the second map. And why is it so important—” Chu Yunyun paused and then placed her small pale hand on Chu Xisheng’s left chest. The boy’s heart was beating, but its rate was much slower than normal, and his body temperature was lower than usual. She had the same characteristics, identical. “The reason we are alive is because of the ‘Six Yin Soul Revival Spell.’ So-called Six Yin Reincarnation, defying the heavens to borrow life, there’s always a price to pay. Every day, a bit of our Yang energy dissipates into the void. If one day, we can’t repay the debt, we will return to dust and ashes. There are only two ways to extend our lives: one is to practice nearly pure Yang techniques like the Nourishing Essence Skill; the other is to use our Martial Arts Divine Intent to expel the yin poison. But mere extension of life isn’t enough—haven’t you ever wondered who crafted this Six Yin Soul Revival Spell?” Chu Xisheng’s heart skipped a beat, and his face grew grim. How could he not have thought about it? In the Tomb of Dominating Martial King, their resurrection was shrouded in mysteries, revived inexplicably, without knowing the reason. They also didn’t know whose handiwork the Six Yin Soul Revival Spell was. “I am grateful to the one who brought me back to life and willing to repay the favor, but I refuse to be controlled.” A flicker of Divine Light flashed in Chu Yunyun’s eyes as she withdrew her hand: “These eight Vengeance Maps are the shortcuts for us to escape the caster’s control. Speaking of Vengeance, what comes to your mind?” Chu Xisheng focused his thoughts: “Vengeful Blade?” “In ‘Vengeful Blade,’ the blade signifies revenge, or retribution.” Chu Yunyun nodded: “Retribution is almost akin to the great Divine Skills of cause and effect. When at his peak, the Blood Vengeance Blade Lord could kill a Third Grade martial cultivator with a mere glance, hence his blade was called the ‘Divine Intent Touch Death Blade,’ anything touched by it would perish. But I intend to leverage the retributive power of Vengeance, which can counteract all Divine Skills and superpowers, reflecting them back onto the enemy. The saying goes, ‘A meal’s grace must be repaid, and the smallest grievance must be avenged, with bloodshed inevitable,’ this is the essence of the Azure Dragon’s second son, Vengeance! If you can master the Vengeful Blade Intent up to the sixth map, the caster will find it challenging to control us.” When Chu Xisheng heard the word “revenge,” he recalled the scene in the Vengeance Map’s illusion, where a middle-aged man reflected the giant’s thunder and power back onto the giant himself. “Achieving the Vengeful Blade Intent is extremely difficult, even though the Blood Vengeance Blade Lord left the Sword Intent Map to the Formless Divine Sect. No one has ever mastered the Vengeance Map up to the fifth map. Even I gave up in the past. However, Zhengyang Martial Arts Hall will soon present a great opportunity.” Chu Yunyun turned her head, looking in a certain direction: “If you obtain that item, not only can you match the talent and foundation of geniuses from great families, but you may also eventually master the ‘Divine Intent Touch Death Blade.'” Chu Xisheng couldn’t help but feel curiosity rising again. He wanted to ask more, but Chu Yunyun remained silent, standing up to clear the dishes. How could Chu Xisheng allow her to touch them? She was someone who would get so nervous she would snap chopsticks while picking up potato strips. He quickly stopped her and said with a quirky expression: “Oh, by the way, there’s one more thing.” He took out two bronze waist cards from his sleeve and placed them on the table. Chu Yunyun’s gaze slightly froze upon seeing these waist cards.

Chapter 22 - 22 19 Sword Intent

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