Immortal and Martial Dual Cultivation-Novel2

Chapter 1396: Chariot as a Prison

Ling Feng had sufficient reasons not to believe that. If a person with such heavy sins could become a bladesman, that would profane the name of bladesmen.

A true bladesman should be a senior like the Shadowless Saber Sovereign. He was strong but yet humble and low-profile.

If not for that person, Master would not have died. Junior Sister would not be so sad, either.

Ling Feng wanted to share his joy of advancing to Martial Emperor with the senior that he respected the most. However, due to the Azure Dragon King, this remained only a dream.

Although Ling Feng was not like his juniors when it came to the Azure Dragon King, displaying strong hatred on their faces, he kept this person in mind at all times. However, he just hid the hatred deep in his heart.

"Oh, right, Big Brother Bai, you just mentioned that there were Demons going to the Savage Battlefield recently, right? The Water Moon Alliance is going as well, isn't it?" Ling Feng changed the topic. He shook his head, not wanting to think about the Azure Dragon King anymore.

Bai Wuxue nodded and replied, "Naturally. I also heard that there would be a Crown Scion among this group of Demons. However, I'm still not sure from which bloodline of the eighteen Demon Monarchs."

The Deep Abyss Demonic World had a total of eighteen Demon Monarchs. Each Demon Monarch had their own bloodline. Those possessing one of these bloodlines were known as the Demonic World's royal clan disciples.

The royal clan disciples of each bloodline would form their own faction. For example, the royal clan disciples of the Blood Demon Monarch had formed the Blood Demon Royal Hall.

As for the Crown Scion, that would be the royal clan disciple with the strongest talent and the highest position, the future Demon Monarch, akin to a crown prince for humans.

"Why? You want to come with us?" Bai Wuxue asked.

Ling Feng nodded and requested, "May I?"

Bai Wuxue smiled and said, "Of course you may. However, if you do go, I cannot guarantee your safety. So think this through carefully."

Ling Feng said decisively, "I have considered it carefully already. Big Brother Bai, although you said that my talent is no weaker than the Saber Sovereign's disciple, Wen Ziran, today's battle clearly showed me that if my cultivation and accumulations are insufficient, no matter how strong my talent is, it would be pointless."

"Good. In that case, I'll count you in. Your talent will only completely show itself in a great battle of life and death. Come, follow me to the Water Moon Alliance first."

After the group finished discussing, they quickly left the vicinity of Meteor Trail City.

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One hour later, after this group of people were already far away, two black flood dragons appeared in the sky near Meteor Trail City, pulling a black war chariot as they traveled through the blood clouds, and landed on the ground.

After touching down, the two malevolent flood dragons immediately turned into black horses that lowered their heads tamely.

"Bai Wuxue, Ximen Bao, Feng Xingsheng…it has been a long time. It turns out that you all advanced to Martial Emperor already," the mysterious Shadowless Saber Sovereign muttered to himself from the black war chariot that had seven Divine Weapons stuck on it as he looked in the direction of the group of people. It was like he was remembering something.

"Elder Brother White Robes, do you still have to go and stay in Meteor Trail City for a while?"

A mirror appeared beside the figure of that mysterious person in the war chariot. A girl, the size of a thumb, sat on the mirror, asking as she supported her head with her hands.

"I won't be going. The sins plaguing me are getting increasingly difficult to deal with. As I grow stronger, they grow stronger as well. They are endless and can't be exterminated."

Naturally, the so-called Shadowless Saber Sovereign was Xiao Chen. At this time every year, he would make a trip to Meteor Trail City, to come and look at the words "Xiao Chen" outlined with blood on the countless tombstones.

In Xiao Chen's life, his only regret was the Great Tribulation of wind and fire five years ago. That event caused him to regret for life.

Xiao Chen felt too much guilt. It gnawed at his mind, preoccupying him, grilling him. Just like now, the black war chariot was like a prison, keeping him in. His preoccupation was an invisible prison, trapping his heart.

He had long wanted to eradicate that overwhelming sin.

Every time he came, his strength had doubled. However, those sins would grow stronger, as well. It looked like they would never disappear unless he died.

Although those sins in the air did not affect him currently, he vaguely sensed that if they remained, they would become a huge disaster.

"Where are we going now?"

"Gentle Cloud City. There is a bladesman there. Rumor has it that he has his own unique understanding of twin sabers."

As the horses galloped and the wheels of the chariot spun, the black war chariot moved like a specter. It coursed through the dark night, heading swiftly towards Gentle Cloud City.

Xiao Chen did not remain idle in the war chariot. He circulated his Purple Thunder Divine Incantation and continuously cultivated.

Back then, although his Emperor's Road broke, the purple Emperor's Door entered his Heart of an Emperor. His path of cultivation did not end at the shattering of the Emperor's Road and leave him in despair; it set him on another path.

The instant the Emperor's Door entered his body, he felt like a lock on his body was removed. Some rules that restricted cultivators for a long time no longer applied to him.

For example, the absorption of Primordial Energy. Xiao Chen clearly did not advance to Martial Emperor, but the amount of Primordial Energy that his body could contain already surpassed one hundred strands.

Now that five years had passed, he had one thousand strands of Primordial Energy in his Heart of an Emperor, making him strong enough to rival a Fifth Heaven Martial Emperor.

However, compared to a regular Martial Emperor, he did not have an Emperor's Soul or a Golden Emperor Body.

Even Xiao Chen himself did not know what he was. He was currently walking a path that no one had walked before. No one knew what the final destination was.

However, it was still fine. His bladesman's heart remained the same. He just needed to continue forward quickly while maintaining such an attitude.

The mysterious purple Emperor's Door was in his Heart of an Emperor. When he jumped off his Emperor's Road, he managed to crack the Emperor's Door open.

However, after that, no matter how Xiao Chen tried, even with his current cultivation, he failed to open this Emperor's Door in the slightest.

It was not that his cultivation was insufficient. Instead, there was an invisible obstruction preventing him from pushing the Emperor's Door open.

Sometimes, Xiao Chen wondered whether the Emperor's Road of the Kunlun Realm was a trap by the Heavenly Dao. The act of pushing open the Emperor's Door might close another door in reality, the door to leaving the Kunlun Realm.

"Ding! Ding! Dang! Dang!"

At this moment, the black war chariot suddenly came to a stop. The seven Divine Weapons trembled and arranged themselves into a long line, giving off melodious and cold tinkling bell sounds.

Xiao Chen did not open his eyes. Fifty kilometers away, a blurry figure approached step by step.

"Boom!" action

The approaching person released a strong saber intent, unleashing it in a manner like he was trying to mock Xiao Chen.

The seven Divine Weapons trembled even more intensely; it was like they felt the strength of the person approaching.

On the other hand, Xiao Chen remained incredibly calm. His expression did not change at all. In the past five years, he had challenged bladesmen of various paths. Many older-generation Saber Emperors had fallen to his saber. His bladesman's heart had already changed long ago.

To Xiao Chen, the past five years were like several decades. As his bladesman's heart changed, tempered over time, it became experienced.

After seeing a lot, one naturally would be able to maintain their composure when faced with a disaster.

"Whoosh!" The black-clad bladesman in front suddenly vanished, disappearing into the dark night without a trace.

Xiao Chen pointed with his finger, and the unsheathed saber at the front of the war chariot gave off a dull sound as it shot out quickly.

"Dang!"

Clangor rang out in the dark night, sounding like a crack of thunder, deafening. A figure was forced out in the air. After he landed, he moved back one hundred steps.

The unsheathed Divine Weapon returned to its previous position.

Then, the world regained its calm as if nothing had happened.

Xiao Chen opened his eyes and focused his gaze on the person who approached. Anyone who could receive a saber strike from him was already qualified to be remembered by him.

Wen Ziran!

The one who approached was actually the Saber Sovereign Wu Xiaotian's disciple, Wen Ziran.

"The Shadowless Saber Sovereign truly lives up to his reputation; you truly deserve to be titled the Shadowless Saber Sovereign. It looks like I found the right person," Wen Ziran said with a smile as he withdrew his saber and returned it to its scabbard.

"How did you find me?"

An aged voice came from the war chariot; Xiao Chen had disguised his voice.

"As long as it is a bladesman, there is no one that I cannot find," Wen Ziran said confidently. "There will be a Saber Dao tea party in two months. I hope you will be able to attend. This is the first Saber Dao tea party in this golden age."

A golden invitation flew out from Wen Ziran's hand. The farther it flew, the faster it flew. It carried a reckless sharpness and boundless wind.