The Conceited Young Man

People have always called a ninth rank ninth rank fighter. Since ancient times, there have been very few martial artists who could defeat sixth rank martial artists." However, since more than ten years ago, when this well-known law had changed, the martial artists suddenly realized that the standard of ninth level ninth level was not accurate anymore. Suddenly, quite a number of famous people appeared without any inner strength or strange monster that did not match their combat power.

Many years ago, he was already a well-known first-rate grandmaster, and he was just a step away from breaking through the mirror to become a grandmaster. However, at this moment, news suddenly spread out that Young Master Ju Liu had released all of his inner strength, but his true combat strength rose instead of falling.

Before, Xu Qingzhi had followed Wang Jing and told him many things. Amongst them, Old Wang had told him with a very puzzled tone about a matter that had happened ten years ago when he had met Young Master Zhexiu, who had dispersed his cultivation.

At that time, Wang Jing was on his way to Lakeview Manor to find trouble with Thirteen, but of course, he didn't know that Thirteen had found a helper to lay down the forbidden Buddhist Sect's "Great Ten Thousand Buddha Array", which was why he dared to lead Wang Jing, the Cardinal Pavilion's swordsman, there.

As Wang Jing was walking on the waves in a vast sea, he suddenly saw stormy waves raging in front of him. Who was Wang Jing? Ten years ago, he was also a Grandmaster, and he did not even try to evade or draw his sword. That shockingly huge wave was cleaved apart by Wang Jing, and what he saw was enough to shock him.

Behind that massive wave, a saber-wielding man leapt high into the air, slashing towards the wave beneath his feet … Flood Dragon!

In his entire life, Wang Jing had only seen such a real dragon form, and this was not what shocked him the most. He believed that if he were to encounter such a large dragon, he would only need a few strikes to be able to slash it into pieces. What surprised him the most was that the man who had furiously slashed the dragon did not have a single strand of inner strength!

One had to know that inner strength was the standard to distinguish the state of martial arts. The thicker the inner strength, the higher the corresponding realm. Wang Jing was already at the Grandmaster Realm. Naturally, this man wouldn't be able to hide his aura from him in battle. Then, the only possibility was that this man truly didn't have any inner strength.

Naturally, Wang Jing couldn't resist the itch in his hand. With a loud shout, he wanted to fight with this strange man.

How could Wang Jing let go of this opportunity and chase him down and fight him? The man was also a sword fanatic, so he had no choice but to fight Wang Jing, but the two of them were on par. The man took the opportunity to run far away and had no intention of fighting with Wang Jing.

At that time, when Xu Qing heard this, he was also stunned. That man did not need to ask, so he was naturally Young Master Zhexiu.

However, when he fought with Sir Pang Liu, he could clearly feel that Sir Pang Liu did not rely solely on his physical body's power. He actually had a kind of 'Qi' in his body, but it was completely different from the inner strength that the martial artists had cultivated. If he really had to find something similar to compare, Xu Qing would actually think of that Ghostly Spring Sword seed that seemed to have the ability to breathe on its own.

However, he had a fighting strength that was far above the sixth level, and he was even able to cross over the border and grasp the meaning of the word 'Will'. Only those who were at the fifth level would be able to understand the meaning of the word 'Will', while those who were lucky and had some aptitude would be able to grasp the meaning of the word 'Will' at the fifth level. Most people could only truly grasp it after reaching the fourth level, but what about Xu Qing?

The fact that a sixth-grade martial artist possessed three completely different "intents" was simply unheard-of. This was also the reason why Xu Qing's inner strength, which could only be considered as a sixth-grade martial artist, could surpass his limits.

He could clearly feel that the Netherworld Sword Intent was very different from the two sword intents he had comprehended, especially the sword seed in his body. It was as if it was tirelessly changing his physique, and each breath and each breath contained secrets.

Now, if Xu Qinghui wanted to break through the mirror and advance, the first thing he needed to do was to fuse the Netherworld Sword Seed with his own body. Otherwise, when the three sword intents collided with each other, his body would probably explode.

But how? Xu Qingzhi was at a loss. He did not even know what the Netherworld Sword Seed was, and truly did not know where to start.

He should just give it a shot!

First, he circulated these two Concepts, which were the most obedient to his own will. Immediately, he felt a faint swelling pain in his meridians, but this was nothing to Xu Qing. Compared to simultaneously using the Serene Springs and the Righteous Noble Sword Intent to repel Wei Youdao, this swelling pain was far worse.

When the two concepts merged, Xu Qingzhi carefully controlled the circulation speed of the Qi Method, afraid that the Qi Method would accidentally burst.

However, at the moment the two concepts made contact, they both retreated like a receding tide.

Xu Qingzhi was somewhat confused.

What was going on? That's not right, shouldn't the "Qi" representing the two Concepts be rushing through his meridians?

This was completely different from what Xu Qing had imagined. He had indeed not thought of succeeding once, but just what kind of situation was this?

The three types of Concepts within his body could not be fused together. If he were to advance to the fifth level, wouldn't he have to fight each other to the death? Then he would no longer be in control.

He still remembered the clash of the Netherworld Sword Intent when he had advanced to the Sixth Rank. It really made people feel like there were thousands of knives cutting their meridians, and that was how it happened. It made him feel even more unbearable to jump out of the mortal realm and advance to the Fifth Rank.

Before leaving, Wang Jing had asked him to think of a way to fully integrate the spring water before advancing. However, he didn't tell him to go in that direction and exert himself.

Xu Qing felt a headache coming on.

Right at this moment, sounds of movement came from outside.

"Crown Prince, the friend you wanted to invite has arrived. I brought him directly to the backyard according to your instructions."

"Brother Wei is here. Quick, invite him in."

Xu Qinghhe hurried out to welcome him. He had a faint feeling that the strand of enlightenment he had accidentally touched in his confrontation with Wei Youdao's sword intent was an opportunity for him to fuse three types of sword intents.

"Your Highness, this backyard is so exquisite. Wow, look at this pond of little goldfish, can that pavilion let you in?"

Once he entered, Wei Youdao was immediately attracted by the beautiful scenery of the house and immediately saw the small pavilion in the middle of the pond. The pavilion was isolated in the middle of the pond and there wasn't a single road that was built around it, but there were actually stone tables and chessboards carved onto the stone table.

"Of course, Brother Wei, please."

Wei Youdao naturally did not dare to go overboard. First, he invited Xu Qingzhi into the pavilion, stepping onto the lake. Only then did he gracefully enter the pavilion.

"Third senior, please bring a pot of good wine over."

"Yes." The housekeeper quickly went out to bring a jug of good wine and a new set of tea set. The tea set lightly floated to the pavilion and gently stepped into the water.

"Brother Wei, have a taste of what our marquis has brewed himself … Well, it's good wine anyway. "

The wine brewed by Li Jin was truly excellent. It lacked the coarse and harsh look of Xi Feng Lie, but the strength of the wine did not decrease in the slightest, and it left a lingering fragrance in one's mouth. However, he just had to give this wine a name of "donkey-craving". Every time Xu Qingzhi drank this wine, he would secretly say to himself, "Are you really mocking me because Marquis An Liu changed his ways?"

"Ss, this world actually has this kind of wine that gathers the famous wine of the north and south together."

Wei Youdao was also a good drinker, and his eyes lit up from drinking.

"Brother Wei, don't be greedy. Although this wine is soft, it is stronger than the one in the west wind."

Seeing Wei Youdao drink one cup after another, Xu Qing could not help but think of the first time he had tasted this wine. That was the first time in his life that he had gotten drunk.

This "donkey's gluttony" had such a way. People were tempted by the softness when they drank and wanted to satisfy it with one cup after another. However, under this gentleness, it was even stronger than Xifeng Lie's aftereffect.

It had to be said that Wei had said goodbye to Young Noble Ruorong. Her alcohol tolerance was not something that Xu Qingzhi could compare to. A pot of wine had mostly been drunk by Wei Youdao, so Xu Qingzhi could only add another pot to the pot and drink a few more cups of the guard to help him feel a little tipsy.

"Brother Wei, do you still remember that match of sword intent between us in the ring today?"

"Of course I remember. His Highness the crown prince possesses two sword intents, and is able to simultaneously send and receive them. This truly is admirable."

"Then Brother Wei, under those circumstances, I mean when we were competing in sword intent, did you feel anything different yourself?"

"Different places?"

Wei Youdao rubbed his red cheeks and looked at Xu Qingzhi in confusion.

"The difference is... "Where?"

"That's right …" For example, can you still sense the surroundings? You can still feel the onlookers and the arena itself? "

"Your Highness, what happened to you?" Of course I can feel it. Although the boundless sword intent is so pressuring that I can't really resist it, I still have a basic perception of the outside world. "

Xu Qingzhi looked at Wei Youdao with a face full of shock. Even he himself was bewildered by Wei Youdao's reply. What was going on? Could it be that only Xu Qing was able to perceive the scene of the surroundings disappearing in an instant, leaving only the sword images that covered the sky?

Xu Qingzhi wasn't sure. He intentionally pulled Wei Youdao to once again activate his sword intent and collide with it.

Wei Youdao only wanted to taste the wine now, so he reluctantly sent out his sword intent barrier towards Xu Qingzhi. Xu Qingzhi focused. This time, he was not captivated by the warm spring wind, but it was possible that Wei Youdao was not paying attention right now.

Then, feeling Wei Youdao's sword intent sweep towards him, Xu Qingzhi immediately released his Righteous Sword Intent. The sword intent did not change in the slightest when it collided with the sword intent. According to today's progress in the arena, Xu Qingzhi had secretly activated the Sword Intent of the Netherworld Sword at this time. He had only sent it to Wei Youdao.

It was at this point that Xu Qing's mind trembled. On the contrary, the sword images that filled the sky did not appear, but Xu Qingzhi could clearly feel that the three strands of Qi within his meridians were currently being guided by the Sword Qi of the Netherworld Sword, and were slowly seeping into his meridians!

Today on the arena, he had been so focused on his opponents that he hadn't noticed the minute changes in his body.

Not only did he feel the strands of sword intent entering his body, even his own inner strength had also flowed through his meridians under the influence of the Netherworld sword intent. Then, the streams of inner strength and sword intent 'Qi' had also seeped into his meridians, although there were only threads of sword intent entering his body at a time, this penetration had already reached a point where Xu Qing was able to sense it.

Suddenly, Xu Qing thought of the Netherworld Sword Seed that was constantly breathing in and out like a human being. Could it not be … Was this sword seed constantly undergoing this sort of transformation? It was just that the stimulation from the outside world was progressing very slowly, which was why he didn't notice it?

What exactly is this Netherworld Sword Seed!?

Xu Qing felt somewhat helpless. This Netherworld Sword seed constantly filtered his inner strength, but it did not affect his strength. Instead, it gave him a feeling of increasing his strength with each passing day.

He was sure that this was the first time Wang Jing had seen something like this. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to think of a way to fuse with the sword seed. He was just a mid-transition tool. The thing that truly worked on his body was the strands of 'Qi' that had been filtered by the Netherworld Sword Intent through the sword seed before being absorbed into his meridians. This' Qi 'was the reason why his strength had been raised so quickly but his cultivation level had never left it.

Xu Qingzhi couldn't help but think of what Wang Jing had told him about the young master Zhenliu who killed a flood dragon. Could it be that Young Master Zhenliu was in a similar situation as him? His inner strength had not dispersed, but rather, it had fused into his meridians, turning into something else. And it was obvious that this new thing was even more tyrannical than the inner strength.

"That... Your Highness, please take back your sword intent … "

Oh right, he had forgotten that Prince Wei was still struggling to resist the two sword intents from Xu Qingzhi. He hurriedly retracted his sword intent and poured some wine for Young Master Wei.

He knew that Xu Qing Zhi was thinking of something very important to Xu Qing. If it wasn't for those two sword intents, especially that extremely cold chill, which made him unable to endure, he would not have rashly awakened Xu Qing.

Thanks to Wei Youdao, Xu Qing felt as if he had touched upon a door. A door that did not need to fuse with a sword seed, did not need to advance, but possessed greater power!

"Brother Wei, thank you! "Brother Wei, please feel free to take a stroll around the house as you have thought of something very important to me …"

"..." "Sigh, your highness, your highness, please do not hesitate to enlighten me with these words."

Wei Youdao was also a man of his word, so he naturally knew that Xu Qingzhi had captured a sliver of understanding. To martial artists, this sort of opportunity was something that could only be encountered by chance and not sought.