The Eternal Soaring Sword

Chapter 23 - Just One Movement

The entrance of Mo's house.

Zhao Jiuge led Mo Linger up the stairs. The two huge stone lions were still quietly stationed here. However, the aura of the eight guards was different from before. A killing intent spread from Mo's house, which confused Zhao Jiuge.

As he climbed the stairs to enter Mo's courtyard, he noticed that the eight guards all gave him unfriendly looks. There was doubt in his mind and his expression sank. The change to Mo's house was related to him. He then took a deep breath to calm himself down and walked into the courtyard.

Courtyard.

As soon as Zhao Jiuge entered, the feathers on his body stood up. Zheng Jie was like a poisonous snake that had been waiting for its prey for hours, and at this moment, his aura exploded as he stared at Zhao Jiuge.

After hearing the footsteps, everyone raised their heads to look at Zhao Jiuge. The gentle facial expression of the young man changed for a moment before returning to normal. Like a lonely boat in the middle of a storm, no matter how dangerous it was, it would still float.

Looking around, other than Mo Longjie and the elders of the Mo family, there were dozens of guards in armor standing in the courtyard. Mo Longjie still had a calm face, and no one knew what he was thinking. Moreover, there was Old Mo, Old Yao, and a few other elders. Their expressions made it seem like they were going to watch a good show as they sized up Zhao Jiuge.

As for the dozens of guards in light armor, they seemed to be affected by Zheng Jie. They let out a killing intent and looked at Zhao Jiuge with ill intentions.

A gust of wind blew the leaves in the courtyard. Seeing this, Zhao Jiuge felt like he understood something, but at the same time, he did not understand. He calmly looked at everyone but remained silent due to his own pride.

Zheng Jie looked at Zhao Jiuge and tried very hard to find a trace of nervousness and unease in the young man who was ten years younger than him. However, he was disappointed, and the young man remained as calm as ever. Thinking of how Zhao Jiuge did not take him seriously at all, given the situation he had arranged, he could not help but get angry from embarrassment. 

“Zhao Jiuge, I heard that even though you are young, you managed to reach the Blood Movement Realm and have strong spirit power. Today, I, the family commander of Mo Zheng Jie, came to ask for your advice. ” He clasped his hands and his clothes flowed with him. His killing intent combined with his handsome face gave off an unspeakable aura. The guards of the Mo family looked at Zheng Jie in awe, and the few unfamiliar elders Zhao Jiuge all looked at Zheng Jie with shining eyes and a gentle nod.

Disciple Zhao Jiuge moved slightly, but he still did not say anything. He just stared at Mo Longjie. Mo Longjie still had a calm face, so no one knew what he was thinking. When he saw Zhao Jiuge looking at him, he smiled and explained, “Oh, like this: Zheng Jie came to me this morning to talk about the three battles next month. Last place was not given to him, and he wants to fight with you for last place.” After he finished speaking, he looked at Zhao Jiuge with an inexplicable meaning in his gaze. Zhao Jiuge saw this feeling as shocking and strange.

After Zheng Jie took out her challenge, she saw that Zhao Jiuge did not even look at her, causing her to become even angrier. His eyes turned cold and he decided to teach Zhao Jiuge a lesson during the fight.

Mo family back yard, training ground.

Zhao Jiuge and Zheng Jie stood facing each other. Facing Zheng Jie now, he was a bit annoyed. Although he was usually simple, it did not mean that he did not have any self-esteem. Since young, she has developed a personality in which she will repay kindness with kindness and pay back any damage done to her.

Upon hearing Mo Linger's beautiful cry, Zhao Jiuge's calm expression changed as if a small stone was thrown inside. Ripples spread out and a gentle smile appeared on his face.

Right at this moment, Zheng Jie moved and invisible ripples of spirit power spread within this training field. His right hand was raised and spirit power surged from his body, entering the great sword in his hand. He rushed forward and instantly arrived in front of Zhao Jiuge. Its blade was like a silver crescent moon as it struck the air so fast that friction against the air could be heard.

Zhao Jiuge was still calmly standing there as Zheng Jie approached with his sword, his black clothes moving due to the pressure from the spirit power. He saw the blade getting closer, and the light from the blade became a little harsh. Then, in an instant, the blue sword behind him hummed as if impatient for battle.

In the blink of an eye, the huge blade was already in front of Zhao Jiuge as he gently raised his right hand and the sword actually pointed towards the tip of the blade. The long sword was not as bright as the great sword that shone like the moon.

The seemingly calm collision created a loud explosion, but Zhao Jiuge did not retreat a single step as spirit power surged within his body. Zheng Jie borrowed the force of gravity with a leap for the attack, but Zhao Jiuge was unharmed. There was a snake-like crack extending from the ground where Zhao Jiuge was standing.

Zheng Jie's hands felt numb after that glint. He took three steps back and his expression became serious. He looked at the young man whose head was shorter than his. He had not expected his own spirit power to be weaker than Zhao Jiuge.

The battle between the two seemed slow to them, but to the people watching, it was only for a moment. The guards in black armor were all shocked. They would never have expected that a normally strong commander would lose on the first strike. They all became silent and stopped making fun of this young man. Mo Linger, on the other hand, revealed a wide smile that showed off her two small dimples and her pearly-white teeth. There was a faint red tinge on his cheek—he was very excited, as if he was the one fighting.

Mo Longjie still had the same expression as before and Old Mo still had the same friendly smile. However, the expressions of the other elders here sank as they silently watched the training field.

Zheng Jie licked her lips and clenched her teeth as she rushed forward once more. His spirit power surged into the sword in his hand like a madman. He wanted to end this battle quickly.

When Zhao Jiuge saw Zheng Jie rushing over without paying attention to his life, the corner of his mouth curved up and his eyes became serious. Seeing how Zheng Jie was going all out, he decided not to hold back anymore. After all, Zhao Jiuge was also angry because this happened repeatedly. Things will get boring if they keep happening!

Using his superior physical strength, right as Zheng Jie approached, he rushed forward and arrived in front of Zheng Jie. Zheng Jie lost herself for a moment and praised how fast Zhao Jiuge was in her heart. His eyes widened as Zhao Jiuge kicked his chest. He felt pain and lost his balance center before he flew backwards a few meters. Blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth as he supported himself.

Zhao Jiuge's right hand that was holding the blue sword moved slightly and several sword slashes flew out. However, only Zheng Jie's clothes were torn apart— there wasn't a single wound on his body. The control of spirit power alone was enough to make people sweat.

Then he ignored everyone and calmly returned to his room. At this moment, the young man looked extremely tall to everyone. Zhao Jiuge didn't care. After cultivating until now and coming to Dong Yang City, he was not as naive as he used to be.

There are differences in the cultivation method. Some methods would not allow one to pass through the Foundation Realm all their life, while others would allow one to rise above all others. The more he cultivated the Sanskrit Heart Sutra, the more he understood the difference between the different cultivation methods. Although his cultivation level was the same as Zheng Jie, the final stage of the Blood Movement Realm, his spirit power was much purer and stronger. Thinking of this, Zhao Jiuge felt grateful to his teacher. Without his teacher, he would not have entered this path. Although his path would be dangerous, he did not regret it.