Chapter 112 - 112 111 Sword Stirs the Inner Sect

112: Chapter 111: Sword Stirs the Inner Sect 112: Chapter 111: Sword Stirs the Inner Sect Zhao Zhicheng’s muscles bulged alarmingly, resembling a series of ferocious dragons, menacing and terrifying. He threw back his head and belted out a roar, expending all his strength, his arms swelled to the thickness of a person, and they sprouted fine scales as if transforming into a Demon Beast. Lin Xuan’s pupils sharply constricted, feeling the pressure from his opponent, he didn’t choose to meet the attack head on but instead retreated like lightning. Boom! Lin Xuan left behind a golden afterimage in his original position before swiftly dodging to the side. Pfft! Zhao Zhicheng, with the power of a Demon Beast and infinite strength, smashed the afterimage of Lin Xuan to pieces with his fists. “Run, let’s see where you can run to?” Zhao Zhicheng crazed in his demeanor, his whole body like that of a Demon. Lin Xuan didn’t contend physically with him but drew out the Red Flame Greatsword instead, erupting with powerful Sword Intent as he radiated with intense Battle Intent. “This was just a warm-up, now the real contest begins!” Lin Xuan said coldly, as if a Sword God reborn, surrounded by countless Sword Qi whirling around his body. With a single sword thrust, azure Spiritual Power converged into streaks of sword light, forming a torrential sword rain enveloping Zhao Zhicheng, each strike infused with Half-step Sword Intent, its terrifying force bringing about despair. “This is Sword Intent? Truly terrifying!” Many Core Disciples’ faces paled, watching Lin Xuan in the arena with a lingering fear. The Longsword roared, Sword Qi shot up to the sky, and even the residual waves made them tremble, let alone Zhao Zhicheng who was caught in the midst of it all. “Iron Body Technique!” Faced with such a fearsome attack, Zhao Zhicheng’s mouth twitched, and he let out a shout as a layer of silver callus rapidly formed over his body, making him appear to have been cast from iron. Cling clang clang! The Sword Qi struck his body, producing a sound of metal clashing that resonated in the ears, ringing sharply. Ordinary Inner Sect Disciples were terrified by this spectacle, and even Core Disciples frowned, as this kind of attack left no room to dodge; one could only endure it. When the sword rain stopped, the entire Arena looked like a sieve, not a single spot remained intact, and Zhao Zhicheng’s body was covered with dense Sword Marks, the closely packed wounds were alarming. “I don’t believe it, I can’t believe it!” Zhao Zhicheng shouted out in madness, “Wind-tearing Hand!” Two enormous palms ripped through the air, emptying the space in front as if splitting the very space in half, that kind of power seemed to tear a person apart. Crack! Half of the Arena was severed by this force, and it spread far into the distance. Too terrifying, such power was beyond what an ordinary Martial Artist at the Magnetic Condensation Realm could muster, it had surpassed the limits of the human body. “Let it end!” Lin Xuan’s feet performed the Illusion Thunder Step, turning into an arc of electricity as he swiftly escaped that area of space. A sword slashed down, Thunder Sword Qi formed in midair, with the might of Half-step Sword Intent, it thunderously descended. Crack crack crack crack! No matter how sturdy Zhao Zhicheng’s flesh was, he could not withstand the power of Half-step Sword Intent, he was sent flying backward, the front of his body sliced open with a wound half a foot long, exposing the white of his bones. Lin Xuan’s black hair fluttered in the arena, his body still permeated with terrifying Sword Intent. Around him, golden electric arcs formed one small sword after another, constantly wandering. With a single slash, he sent Zhao Zhicheng flying, displaying a prowess unsurpassed by anyone. Several disciples quickly carried the severely wounded Zhao Zhicheng away, not looking back as they left the place. It was imaginable that this incident would certainly sweep through the entire Inner Sect. Tang Yi and Xiang Chen, looking towards Lin Xuan in the center of the arena, had their eyes filled with War Intent. If nothing unexpected occurred, this young man would be their greatest enemy. Sheathing his Sword Intent, Lin Xuan greeted the two, then also quickly left. The quota for Core Disciple had been secured, and what followed was the wait to enter the Blood-colored Trial Land. In the following days, other disciples also began challenging for the Core Disciple positions, but the chances of victory were slim. After all, Core Disciples represented the highest level of a sect, and they also enjoyed far more resources than ordinary disciples on any given day. However, there were exceptions, such as Shangguan Liuyun, who had entered the Inner Sect with Lin Xuan. He defeated the tenth-ranked Core Disciple and seized a quota. Moreover, Dong Ying and Zhao Zhicheng were both injured one after another, losing their positions as Core Disciples. Ten days later, the sect announced the final quotas. Among the Core Disciples, aside from Lin Xuan, Shangguan Liuyun, and a female disciple named Yun Yue, the rest were former Core Disciples. The remaining five were Murong Qianling, Zheng Jun, Kong Hao, Guo Jia, and Hong Feng. These five were Direct Disciples of Inner Elders, with formidable strength, all having reached the Spirit Sea Realm, and all under the age of twenty-four, fully meeting the standards for entering the Blood-colored Trial Land. Among them, Murong Qianling was a disciple of Elder Hua, while Zheng Jun was Elder Xue’s disciple. This news slightly stunned Lin Xuan; he did not expect that Elder Xue would have a disciple, and one with strength that had reached the Spirit Sea Realm at that. Five days from now, these fifteen would gather in front of the grand hall, led by Sect Elders to the Blood-colored Trial Land. Many disciples sighed helplessly, lamenting their fate of missing out on the Blood-colored Trial, while some younger disciples were determined to participate in the next trial. As for the fifteen who had obtained the quota, they were fully prepared for the trial with all their heart and soul. Lin Xuan’s cultivation these few days was quite straightforward; He did not learn any new Martial Arts but instead continuously consolidated his existing ones, tempering his body every day with Ten Times Gravity and Spiritual Wine. On the third day, Murong Qianling found Lin Xuan to meet with Elder Hua together. Elder Hua, the woman in palace attire they had seen the other day, was Murong Qianling’s mentor and had also entered the Blood-colored Trial Land before. Their meeting this time was to inform them of some details about the place. The Blood-colored Trial Land opened once every seven years. Xuantian Sect had been established for six hundred years, entering countless times during that period. Although the exact conditions weren’t always the same, a general understanding had been formed over time. In Lin Xuan’s hands now was a map, a map of the Blood-colored Trial Land, featuring mountains, forests, rivers, palaces — like a miniature world. “Entering the Blood-colored Trial Land is merely an opportunity, and whether you can change your fate there depends on your own luck and chance,” said Elder Hua straightforwardly. “There are broadly three areas inside. The first is the peripheral area, where the danger is not great, and correspondingly, precious resources are also scarce. When you’re in the periphery, mainly be cautious of disciples from other forces.” “The second area is the Blood-colored Forest, which is prowled by various Demon Beasts. Among them are two places listed as Forbidden Lands. One is the Bat Cave, lurking within is a Third-Rank top-tier Demon Beast, the Bat King. If you encounter it, there’s almost no chance of survival.” “The other is a mysterious valley; no one knows what’s inside. Anyone who approaches it inexplicably dies. You must not go to these two places!” Lin Xuan noted the two Forbidden Lands and continued to listen. “The third area is the Blood-colored Palace; that’s the real treasure land. Inside are countless Elixir Pills, Weapons and Skills. Many previously at the Magnetic Condensation Realm who entered, emerged as Spirit Sea Realm Martial Artists.” “Not only skipping years of arduous cultivation, but Martial Artists who advanced there also significantly outstripped ordinary Spirit Sea Realm Martial Artists in strength,” Elder Hua said slowly.