NOVEL WEB Chapter 86:
Chapter 86:
Xiao Yang was frustrated. Using an entire supreme spiritual vein to refine a treasure? He didn’t have such capability.
Ten thousand dragons vying for the pearl, a phenomenon that shocked the heavens? That wasn’t his doing.
Wearing a golden dragon-patterned mask, Xiao Yang stood in mid-air above the mountains, holding the Lunar Dragon Pearl. Beneath him, countless dragon shadows erupted from the spiritual vein, soaring skyward and rushing into the pearl in his hand.
As each dragon shadow merged into the pearl, the vague dragon figure within it became increasingly distinct. The figure seemed almost alive.
“What is this…” Xiao Yang’s eyes widened beneath his mask as he stared at the dragon shadow within the Lunar Dragon Pearl.
“Could this be the remnant soul of a true dragon?” Xiao Yang couldn’t believe it.
Below, the countless cultivators who had escaped the spiritual vein were left speechless by the spectacle. Even powerhouses like Chu Lingxiao and Li Chenyu, who were at the half-step Holy Martial Realm, were utterly shocked.
When the final dragon shadow from the spiritual vein merged into the pearl, the entire supreme spiritual vein was drained of its energy.
Even in this second life, Xiao Yang was stunned. The Lunar Dragon Pearl was far too extraordinary. It had absorbed the energy of an entire supreme vein.
In his previous life, this vein hadn’t been devoured by the pearl. Instead, Qin Fei had orchestrated its explosion, which had resulted in Li Chenyu’s tragic death.
Qin Fei had then used the disaster to frame the Azure Sun Sword Sect.
In that lifetime, the Azure Sun Sword Sect and the Guiyuan Martial Sect had fought over the vein. The Guiyuan Martial Sect, the second strongest force in the northern regions, had overwhelmed the Azure Sun Sword Sect and seized control of the vein.
That’s when Qin Fei detonated it. The explosion caused immense losses to the Guiyuan Martial Sect and even implicated Li Chenyu of the Floating Jade Sword Sect.
Qin Fei planted fabricated evidence suggesting that the Azure Sun Sword Sect, unwilling to accept defeat, had destroyed the vein in a fit of desperation. This enraged the higher-ups of both the Floating Jade Sword Sect and the Guiyuan Martial Sect, almost leading to the annihilation of the Azure Sun Sword Sect.
In his previous life, Qin Fei’s schemes had succeeded. But now, Xiao Yang would ensure that none of his plans came to fruition.
Just then, a dragon’s roar echoed across the heavens.
The Lunar Dragon Pearl in Xiao Yang’s hand suddenly flew out of his grasp.
“What…” Xiao Yang was taken aback.
The pearl circled above his head several times before suddenly descending and merging into his body.
“This…” Xiao Yang was dumbfounded.
When he examined his body internally, he found the Lunar Dragon Pearl had entered his dantian sea of energy, where it now spun alongside the core of his Crimson Sun Flying Sword. Together, they formed a profound yin-yang diagram, enhancing his ability to absorb and refine the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.
“Has the Sword Saint succeeded?” Li Chenyu asked nervously, her eyes fixed on the figure in the sky.
Others were equally shocked as they looked up at Xiao Yang.
“Has the Lunar Dragon Pearl been refined?” Qin Fei, hiding within the clouds, was so furious he nearly spat blood.
This was a disaster. His father, the Demonic Lord, would likely break his legs, and his brothers would take the opportunity to further suppress him.
The Demonic Sect’s internal competition was ruthless. Qin Fei knew his two older brothers would be delighted by his failure.
As the heavenly phenomenon dissipated, the world grew still.
Xiao Yang descended from the sky and vanished from sight.
“Senior…” Li Chenyu snapped out of her daze and tried to find the impostor Sword Saint, but he was already gone. For some reason, she felt a sense of loss.
Chu Lingxiao, the monk Dumi, Huang Tian the Blade God, and Tianxu Daoist also departed.
The appearance of a mysterious Sword Saint was no small matter. A Holy Martial Realm expert could reshape the power dynamics of the northern regions. They needed to report this event to their sects.
Before long, news of the mysterious Sword Saint draining the spiritual vein to refine a treasure spread throughout the northern regions, causing a massive uproar.
Countless factions were desperate to uncover the Sword Saint’s identity. However, even the top-tier sects like the Floating Jade Sword Sect and the Guiyuan Martial Sect couldn’t find any information about this enigmatic figure.
He seemed to have appeared out of nowhere.
Was he a reclusive ancient powerhouse or an outsider Sword Saint? Speculation ran rampant.
Meanwhile, only ten days remained until the sixty-yearly Jiazi Tournament in the northern regions.
It wasn’t unheard of for Holy Martial Realm experts from outside the region to visit, so perhaps this Sword Saint’s appearance was merely coincidental…
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By evening, in a secluded valley outside Yuanlong City, Elder Qinglian entered cautiously.
“Senior Brother, is it really you?” she asked, her voice trembling as she stared at the figure standing on a large boulder with his back to her.
“Jiang Ting… Whose daughter is she?” the man asked abruptly.
“What?” Qinglian was taken aback.
“Senior Brother, why are you asking such a question?” she replied, regaining her composure.
“You were as close as sisters with Junior Sister. Tell me, whose daughter is Jiang Ting?” Long Chen turned slowly to face her.
“Jiang Ting is, of course, Jiang Qitian’s daughter,” Qinglian replied, her gaze evasive.
“Hmph, is that so?” Long Chen sneered, seeing through her lie. Jiang Ting’s lineage was indeed questionable.
“Don’t tell anyone I’m still alive,” Long Chen said before disappearing into the void.
“Senior Brother…” Qinglian stood frozen, overwhelmed by a mix of emotions. Her senior brother, Long Chen, was alive.
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Meanwhile, Xiao Yang secluded himself in the mountains for two days to stabilize his energy.
When he emerged, he returned to Yuanlong City.
To his dismay, his grandfather’s old residence had been reduced to ruins.
“Who did this!” Xiao Yang’s anger flared as he stared at the destruction.
The spiritual energy eruption had caused a mild earthquake in Yuanlong City, toppling some buildings. However, his grandfather’s house was built with Southern Mountain Stone and shouldn’t have been destroyed so thoroughly.
The walls were all down, the courtyard walls had collapsed, and everything inside was ruined. This wasn’t a natural collapse—it was deliberate destruction.
Clenching his fists, Xiao Yang soared into the sky, heading straight for the Xiao family’s ancestral home.
Within moments, he descended into the courtyard.
“The young master has returned!” The Xiao family disciples were startled by Xiao Yang’s sudden appearance but soon recognized him and grew both surprised and excited.
“Unfilial son, how dare you return! Where have you been these past few days?” A booming voice interrupted.
Xiao Zhenshan strode into the courtyard.
“Who demolished my grandfather’s old house?” Xiao Yang demanded, his eyes red with fury.
“That house? I ordered it torn down,” Xiao Zhenshan replied.
“Why!” Xiao Yang roared, his anger boiling over.
“Brother, why are you making such a fuss? Brother Qin Fei is still recovering here,” Xiao Yue interjected, stepping forward.
“It was too old, so we tore it down to rebuild a pavilion. That way, when Brother Qin Fei visits, he’ll have a comfortable place to stay. It’ll also be a suitable spot for his sect members to rest when they come to Yuanlong City,” she added nonchalantly.
“What?” Xiao Yang was furious.
They knew how much his grandfather’s house meant to him, yet they tore it down for Qin Fei?
“Yang’er, the house was falling apart. Rebuilding it is better,” his mother, Chen Ruolan, said as she approached.
“You…” Xiao Yang felt his blood boiling. His family didn’t care about his feelings at all, but they went out of their way to please Qin Fei.
At that moment, Song Qiang and Lin Wangchuan arrived, relieved to see Xiao Yang safe.
“I thought you died in the vein,” Jiang Ting remarked coldly as she entered.
“Where is Qin Fei?” Xiao Yang asked through gritted teeth.
First, his grandfather’s grave, and now his house—Qin Fei had gone too far.
This time, Qin Fei was finished.