Chapter 242

Chapter 242: The Name of My Sword Technique

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Not only did Ming manage to catch the sword tossed by the old man, but in Xuenuo’s dreamscape, the young girl caught it as well.

Whether it was Ming or Xuenuo, when both of them grasped the sword thrown by the elder, an endless tide of Sword Intent surged into their minds, coursing through their veins like a torrent.

Faced with the elder’s single transmitted technique, their Divine Souls were on the brink of collapse!

Ming, lacking systematic training in Sword Dao and possessing limited knowledge about it, couldn’t quite grasp what this sword technique truly meant.

However, Xuenuo’s master was none other than the current First Sword Immortal. Having cultivated under the peak of Sword Dao all along, Xuenuo understood perfectly—this single sword technique contained the elder’s entire lifetime of insights into the Sword Dao.

One sword breaks all techniques, one sword severs all causality, one sword encompasses myriad truths.

Regardless of what kind of sword techniques a Sword Cultivator practices, in the end, everything will condense into one ultimate strike.

This is your strongest attack.

This contains everything you are.

And could two cultivators at the mid-Ascension Realm, like Ming and Xuenuo, possibly withstand such an overwhelming technique? But they had no choice—they had to endure it.

“Is it too much to ask after all?”

The elder looked at the two children, Ming and Xuenuo. Their Divine Souls were like shattered porcelain glued back together, cracks covering their entire bodies, threatening to break apart at any moment.

If their Divine Souls shattered, their physical forms would perish as well.

“Ah…”

The elder sighed, thinking they wouldn’t make it.

Indeed, it was too much for them. After all, not everyone could be like him. Just as the elder was about to turn away from Xuenuo and Ming’s dream consciousness, he suddenly sensed something unusual.

In Xuenuo’s awareness, the elder turned around, his gaze locking onto the young girl who was nearing collapse. A flicker of surprise flashed across his eyes.

The girl’s body, which was supposed to fragment, began healing gradually.

Though her expression still showed immense pain, there was an undeniable improvement.

Her aura grew stronger.

The Sword Qi and Sword Intent swirling around her continuously absorbed everything the elder had imparted.

“Huff…”

Xuenuo exhaled deeply, her chest rising and falling sharply. Wiping the cold sweat from her forehead, she slowly stood up.

Looking straight at the elder, Xuenuo felt a newfound respect. Before, she merely thought of him as a powerful Sword Cultivator, without much reverence. But now, having received that transmission, she admired him greatly.

She even felt that even her own master might not defeat this elder at his peak.

“Not bad, not bad. Truly worthy of being Jiang Luoyu’s disciple.” The elder smiled, stroking his beard approvingly.

Xuenuo was surprised. “Elder, do you know my master?”

“How could I not?”

The elder chuckled. “Back in the day, when I dueled your grandmaster, your master was just an eighteen-year-old girl, watching us with a sword in hand, much like you now.”

“The young master was beautiful, yes, but too cold, like a sword herself. You’re very similar to her, both as cold as swords.”

“And speaking of which, your grandmaster was also pretty aloof… Quite a lineage you’ve inherited! If my guess is correct, neither you nor your master has a Dao partner, right?”

Xuenuo remained silent.

“See? That’s what I thought. But you deny it. Your grandmaster and master were both good at taking disciples. Both of you have great talent.” The elder looked at Xuenuo. “By the way, how’s that little girl doing now? No, wait, it’s been so many years, is she alright?”

“Thanks to Elder’s concern, Master is doing fine.” Xuenuo bowed respectfully with her sword. “And thank you for not exposing me earlier.”

“It’s normal to fabricate an origin sect while traveling. Back in the days when I couldn’t beat others, I often pretended to be someone else from some famous sect.” The elder seemed understanding.

Xuenuo was speechless.

She didn’t expect such a legendary elder to have moments of shameless behavior.

“Alright, since you’ve managed to withstand my Sword Intent, let’s see if you can use the technique I taught you.”

The elder pointed at the blood-red sky above.

“Now, take the sword in your hand and split open this sky!”

“Split open this sky?”

Even within the dream realm, Ming had managed to endure the elder’s Sword Intent. He almost couldn’t handle it, but thanks to the previous enhancements to his “willpower” and “spirit,” he barely made it through.

To be honest, Ming felt this was the closest he’d come to death since fighting the head of the Huan Sect.

“Yes, exactly, split this sky open.”

The elder watched Ming with satisfaction.

Earlier, the elder thought Ming couldn’t handle it and was about to leave his mind. But surprisingly, just like the girl, he managed to endure.

Who would’ve thought this wild cultivator could withstand his Sword Intent?

It seems the Martial Artist foundation wasn’t wasted after all; it actually proved useful.

“The boxing style you practice, if I’m not mistaken, is called Heaven Opening Fist, right?” asked the elder.

“That’s correct.” Ming nodded. “Elder is truly knowledgeable.”

“Don’t flatter me.” Though the elder said this, he seemed secretly pleased. “Five thousand years ago, I fought a Limitless Martial Artist. He left a deep impression on me. His boxing style was the Heaven Opening Fist. However, your version seems incomplete.”

“That’s true.” Ming didn’t hide anything. “My Heaven Opening Fist was passed down by a relative, who explicitly told me it was incomplete and only used as a transitional method.”

“Ho ho ho, if even the Heaven Opening Fist is considered incomplete, then it really is laughable.” The elder shook his head. “Go to the Mysterious Abyss; I heard that guy died there. Perhaps you’ll find the complete manual.”

“Thank you for the advice, Elder.” Ming bowed gratefully.

“You don’t need to thank me. To go to the Mysterious Abyss, you must survive first.”

The elder spoke calmly.

“To tell you the truth, I’ve never known what to name this sword technique.

But seeing the boxing style you demonstrated today gave me an idea.”

The elder turned around, holding his longsword horizontally before him. The Sword Qi gathered like an ocean, altering the heavens and shaking the earth:

“Pay attention. My sword technique, its name is—

Heaven Opening!”