coobybook Chapter 119: Zen Sanskrit Sounds
Chapter 119: Zen Sanskrit Sounds
Today was a beautiful day. A thin ray of sunlight shone on me, bringing a warm feeling without feeling the heat. The scenery was softened by the light. A gentle breeze brushed across my face, sweeping away the fatigue from days of competition.
Today is a good day for traveling, but no one chooses to go out. They all gather around the ring or in the spectator seats.
Nian Zhi arrived at the ring early. Today was the day she and Lu Zhaozhao would compete.
She arrived at the scene at daybreak. There was no one around, and it felt strangely desolate.
Before arriving at the Golden Palace Banquet, Yun Xian had used a secret technique to channel her zhenqi, forcing her to break through to the Nascent Soul stage a few days before the competition began. However, this realm was illusory, and perhaps after this competition, she would regress to the Golden Core stage or even lower. However, if she could reach the summit of the Golden Stage, it would not be a loss.
Before arriving, she'd assumed the greatest threat would be Master Bai Yuan of Wenyuan Academy. Master Bu Lu's last disciple, a master of the Nascent Soul stage, almost everyone considered him the most powerful figure at the Golden Palace Banquet. But halfway through the journey, another figure suddenly appeared.
Lu Zhaozhao—none doubted her strength, but neither would place her on the same level as Master Bai Yuan. Before this competition, the outside world's impression of her was simply that of Master Yunxian, a talented disciple, but otherwise unremarkable. Furthermore, she had been in seclusion for years, unlike the others who were constantly in the public eye. This led many to question her placement in second place in the Wenrenlu.
Before this competition, Nian Zhi, like the outside world, knew very little about Lu Zhaozhao, even though they were fellow disciples. In fact, she had only met Lu Zhaozhao a few times in all these years.
When facing Bai Yuanzhou, everyone was surprised by the ruthlessness of her attacks, which made her seem more like a casual cultivator living on the edge of life than a disciple from a major sect, but that was just surprise. It wasn't until the group qualifying round that her strength was fully revealed.
She had reached the realm of Nascent Soul Great Perfection, her aura even faintly surpassing that of a Nascent Soul. Her mastery of the four sword techniques of the Qing Hui Sword Technique was on par with her senior brother Ying Che, who had practiced for years before her and reached the summit of the Golden Platform. Her attacks were swift and decisive, each move displaying a sharp edge. Furthermore, her mind was so agile that in recent matches, no one could fathom her full strength, only witnessing her command of the situation and the overall situation.
She is like a wolf, lying in wait for the best opportunity to attack; but she is also like a tiger, standing proud among the beasts without any personal feelings.
Nian Zhi stood quietly on the stage, just standing there quietly until dawn and then the sun came out. The stage was gradually filled with people, and the seniors in the spectator seats also appeared one after another.
There was still nearly half an hour before the competition started, and the audience was already packed.
Lu Zhaozhao stretched. This was the first time in a long time that he woke up naturally.
Niye placed the sword next to her pillow, and before going to bed last night she carefully wiped it many times.
The sword is still sharp, shining with a cold light. It has experienced countless dangers and is soaked in blood, but it is still like a new sword. Only the countless scratches on the hilt reveal the danger and hardship it has experienced along the way.
After packing up, she slowly walked towards the arena. It was still early, so she could look around while walking. The environment of Wenyuan Academy was quite good.
When she was still some distance away from the arena, she saw a huge crowd of people. Someone saw her and shouted, and everyone turned around to look at her. Even though Lu Zhaozhao had seen all kinds of horrific scenes, she was still frightened by the scene before her.
Looking through the crowd, she saw Nian Zhi standing in the center of the field, and couldn't help but smile slightly. It seemed that Nian Zhi attached great importance to this competition. She thought, what a coincidence, she did too.
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, she walked up to the ring step by step. Nian Zhi was already waiting for her there.
"Senior Sister." Nian Zhi opened her cherry lips slightly, her eyes gloomy.
Lu Zhaozhao raised the corner of her mouth slightly and called out, "Junior Sister."
The two men stood opposite each other, the wind blew up the corners of their clothes, and the sunlight shone on the swords clasped at their fingertips.
Almost at the same moment, Zhui Yang and Ni Ye drew their swords at the same time, using the same footwork and the same sword swinging angle, and rushed towards each other.
Ying Che's hand suddenly tightened, and the corner of the chair he was holding trembled slightly, and Yun Xian's brows also sank.
There was silence.
The two disciples of Emperor Huizong of Qing Dynasty both chose the Qinghui Sword Technique at the beginning. The mirror-like competition was particularly eye-catching.
Cold light flashed, a surprising figure appeared, and in a flash of lightning, the two swords entangled.
The two swords reflected the sun, and the light hit each other's faces, illuminating their expressions.
Nian Zhi gritted his teeth and stared at Lu Zhaozhao fiercely, his tone full of ruthlessness: "The winner today must be me!"
Lu Zhaozhao sneered, narrowing his eyes slightly, with a cold glint in his eyes, staring at Nian Zhi as well: "Unfortunately, there is only one winner, and that's me!"
"Keng!"
The two men separated and retreated in opposite directions. Lu Zhaozhao turned his wrist and raised the sword. He kept changing his gestures while retreating. Four swords emerged, streaking across the air and stabbing towards Nian Zhi.
Seeing this, Nian Zhi slammed the scabbard to the ground, used the force to turn around in the air, snatched the two swords, and immediately blocked Zhuiyang in front of her. A shield-like formation appeared in front of her, blocking the next two swords.
The next moment, Lu Zhaozhao's figure appeared above her like a ghost. Before she could react, Niye had already swung down. The mirror shattered with a sound as it fell to the ground. The shield was covered with cracks, and in just one second, it shattered on the spot.
The force of the impact caused Nian Zhi to fly backwards and hit the table hard, looking so pitiful.
But Lu Zhaozhao had no mercy on women. The next moment, his figure flashed again, faster and more unpredictable than before.
Another sword strike, Nian Zhi's eyes were filled with fear. She bit her lip, unwilling to be eliminated like this.
Jinhua stood out and enveloped her entire body.
Lu Zhaozhao couldn't see the situation clearly and retreated immediately.
Strings of familiar handwriting appeared all over Nian Zhi's body.
"what is that?"
Someone in the audience asked. In their eyes, Nian Zhi's surroundings looked like paintings and words, but they couldn't understand them.
The expressions of some elderly people suddenly changed at this moment.
Lu Zhaozhao looked straight at Yun Xian in the stands. At this moment, a lot of attention was focused on him.
"Sanskrit."
The answer came out of her mind. It came from the same source as the Wuxiang Jue, Zen Buddhism. It was rumored that it disappeared after retreating to the Snow Region a thousand years ago. Today, its spell actually appeared on the disciples of Emperor Huizong of the Qing Dynasty.
The young disciples naturally did not have the ability and knowledge to do so. It was obvious that this was Yun Xian's work.
Lu Zhaozhao's gaze was like sharp thorns, silently cutting into Yun Xian's flesh and blood, but his face remained unchanged.
The golden light gradually dissipated, and Nian Zhi's figure reappeared, but everyone noticed something different.
Her aura surged in an instant, approaching the limit of the Nascent Soul Realm.
Lu Zhaozhao frowned. It seemed that what she had just used was the Wuxiang Jue, but it was a little different from what she got from Ying Che. Nian Zhi's was more domineering and had greater improvements.
Lu Zhaozhao lowered his gaze and looked at the golden light shining on Zhuiyang, and he knew that it would not end like this. It seemed that Nian Zhi had a backup plan.
As expected, Sanskrit sounds rang out on the stage. Nian Zhi raised his sword, and golden light moved along with the sword. Several complicated Sanskrit characters appeared in the air, which clearly contained extremely powerful pressure, but made people inexplicably hard to guard against.