Chapter 22

Chapter 22: The Sword is Afraid

Within the Qingyang Secret Realm, beneath the Sword Platform.

Xiao Yang didn’t hesitate and stepped onto the first step of the Sword Platform.

The moment his right foot landed on the first step, an invisible pressure descended upon him.

Familiar pressure, familiar steps, familiar Sword Platform, and that sword which pierced his heart in his previous life.

In his last life, he had died under this Qingyang Sword.

The Elder guarding the sword watched Xiao Yang nervously.

In the Qingyang Sword Sect, although the Sect Holy Son is groomed as the next Sect Leader, it doesn’t guarantee him the position.

Just like the previous battle for the leadership.

The last generation’s Holy Son lost in the contest for the Sect Leader position.

Because Jiang Qitian drew the Qingyang Sword.

Whoever can draw the Qingyang Sword will be the next Sect Leader.

If no one can draw the Qingyang Sword, only then can the Sect Holy Son assume the position.

However, Xiao Yang is the Sect Holy Son—if he can pull out the Qingyang Sword, wouldn’t that be a joyous occasion?

You see, the last battle for the Sect Leader position left the Qingyang Sword Sect severely weakened.

If it happens again, the Qingyang Sword Sect might truly decline.

When the Elder finally snapped back to reality, Xiao Yang had already stepped onto the twelfth step.

At this point, the pressure on him had increased.

The formation of the Sword Platform was triggered.

Yet, he still climbed steadily, step by step.

“This boy is no ordinary being; upon encountering an old man, I transform into a dragon!”

The Elder watched Xiao Yang’s back, amazed and delighted.

Xiao Yang quickly reached the thirty-third step.

By now, the pressure enveloping him had at least increased tenfold.

The spiritual energy of the entire secret realm was drawn to the Sword Platform.

Sword marks appeared on the platform, releasing even more powerful pressure.

At this moment, Xiao Yang felt as if an invisible mountain was crushing down on him—every step he took seemed to add more weight to it.

“I’ve mastered level ten Sword Intent; there’s no way I can’t reach the top!”

Xiao Yang unleashed his Sword Intent.

As soon as the Sword Intent emerged, the pressure on him instantly decreased.

Xiao Yang recalled that in his previous life, Qin Fei was able to ascend the Sword Platform and draw the Qingyang Sword because he had practiced diligently and reached the Divine Martial Realm first, developing his Sword Intent.

Why could Qin Fei advance so much faster than him, Xiao Yang?

Because their Sect Leader sent his beloved young disciple, Qin Fei, into the Secret Realm!

Sect Leader Jiang Qitian made an exception for Qin Fei.

But Jiang Qitian would never make an exception for him, Xiao Yang.

That’s favoritism.

Everyone favored Qin Fei.

In this new life, Xiao Yang had actually managed to seize an opportunity to enter the Secret Realm for training through Li Xingyao’s inquiry at Qingyang Mountain.

Qin Fei truly deserved to be the Innate Dao Body, the chosen one.

The things Xiao Yang fought tooth and nail to obtain, Qin Fei could easily achieve.

Xiao Yang was indignant.

Whether in the past or this life, he refused to be outdone.

Why?

Why!

Was it just about climbing the Sword Platform and drawing the divine sword?

In his previous life, Qin Fei could do it; in this one, so could I, Xiao Yang.

Xiao Yang still leisurely climbed the steps.

Soon, he stepped onto the fiftieth step.

His whole body surged with Sword Intent.

He had already unleashed level three Sword Intent.

Thirty-one steps to go.

Xiao Yang looked up.

He didn’t halt his pace, moving steadily upward.

Upon reaching the sixtieth step, he had to unleash level four Sword Intent.

“How does he know that Sword Intent can counter the pressure of the Sword Platform?”

Beneath the Sword Platform, the Elder wondered as he watched Xiao Yang above.

Climbing the Sword Platform, Sword Intent is the key.

It is a test for those seeking to ascend the platform.

The closer Xiao Yang gets to the top, the greater the pressure he would endure.

When he stepped onto the seventy-ninth step, he finally came to a stop.

Level nine Sword Intent could no longer withstand the immense pressure crushing down on him from the Sword Platform.

“Since it’s come to this, let’s go for it!”

Xiao Yang let out a loud roar to the sky.

A sword mark appeared on his forehead.

Level ten Sword Intent erupted.

“Buzz!”

At that moment, countless swords within the Secret Realm began to tremble in unison.

Even the Qingyang Sword, embedded in the Sword Platform, vibrated, emitting a dragon-like roar.

“A symphony of swords! Goodness, it’s really you!”

The Elder looked at Xiao Yang on the Sword Platform, excitement evident.

However, he triggered the formation of the forbidden ground, sealing away the Sword Intent that erupted from Xiao Yang within it.

The Elder didn’t want to cause a commotion or let anyone know that Xiao Yang was the sword genius who once triggered the symphony of swords.

At this point, Xiao Yang had already reached the eightieth step.

He felt as if all the bones in his body were about to shatter.

He was enduring unimaginable pressure from the Sword Platform.

“Do you think you can make me bow?”

Xiao Yang stared at the sword standing firmly in the center of the Sword Platform.

“In this life, be it man or sword, I will never bow!”

Veins bulged on Xiao Yang’s forehead, his eyes turned red as he exerted all his strength, desperately lifting his right leg.

His right foot slowly left the ground.

At that moment, lifting his right foot felt like lifting a mountain; his leg felt unbelievably heavy.

Exerting himself so hard, his whole body trembled.

Beneath the Sword Platform, the Elder watched Xiao Yang with bated breath.

“It’s about to happen…”

“Come on, kid, give it your all!”

The Elder clenched his fists, not blinking an eye.

As long as Xiao Yang stepped down, he would be halfway to success.

Ascending the Sword Platform was just the first step in drawing the sword.

If he couldn’t even step onto the Sword Platform, how could he draw any sword?

Xiao Yang was barely able to stand firm at this point.

Level ten Sword Intent was almost unable to withstand the pressure of the Sword Platform.

At this moment, time seemed to stretch infinitely for Xiao Yang.

However, the moment his right foot landed on the eighty-first step, all the pressure he felt suddenly vanished.

Xiao Yang let out a long breath, feeling a wave of lightness wash over him.

“Ah, that’s refreshing!”

Xiao Yang couldn’t help but roar with excitement.

He strode over to the Qingyang Sword, grasped the hilt, and pulled with all his might.

The Qingyang Sword didn’t budge.

“Huh?”

Xiao Yang froze for a moment, then gradually increased his strength.

As he exerted all his might, the sword embedded in the Sword Platform felt like it had rooted itself and would not come out.

“So, the Qingyang Sword Technique won’t allow me to draw you, huh?”

The corners of Xiao Yang’s mouth curled into a smirk. He activated the Sword Controlling Technique of the Qingyang Sword Technique, but he still couldn’t draw the Qingyang Sword.

Then let’s give the Flying Heavens Sword Technique a try!

The Flying Heavens Sword Technique uses the person to control the sword rather than the sword controlling the person.

Without hesitation, Xiao Yang unleashed the Flying Heavens Sword Technique.

In the next moment, the Qingyang Sword in his hands began to tremble violently.

The sword that had once pierced him in his previous life seemed to be trembling in fear.

Was the sword afraid of him?