Bab 477: Chapter 477: Nine Swords Under Heaven
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"Mo Xiao, is this Sword Saint you mentioned really strong?" Zeng Yi asked curiously as he looked at the excited and thrilled Mo Xiao by his side.
"Of course! Anyone who holds the title of Sword Saint is not just strong. They possess an indescribable level of power!" Mo Xiao replied animatedly.
Hearing this, Zeng Yi furrowed his brow and began to ponder, his hand stroking his chin.
"Indescribable level of power?"
"Yes! Those who are bestowed with the title of Sword Saint are undoubtedly the top experts in the world of spirit masters!"
"Are they comparable to the Titled Douluos?" Zeng Yi asked, looking at Mo Xiao with confusion.
Mo Xiao shook his head and nodded at the same time. "That statement is partly true and partly false. How do I explain it? Sword Saints are definitely Titled Douluos, but not all Titled Douluos are Sword Saints."
Upon hearing this, Zeng Yi's eyes contracted in surprise.
If even Titled Douluos couldn't qualify as Sword Saints, then how powerful exactly were those who earned the title of Sword Saint?
Mo Xiao continued, "Those bestowed with the title of Sword Saint by the Sword God's Temple are undoubtedly masters of the sword who have reached an unparalleled level of proficiency. Coupled with their formidable strength, they are undoubtedly among the best of the Titled Douluos! Moreover, there are a total of nine individuals bestowed with the title of Sword Saint!"
"They are the Nine Swords Under Heaven, the defenders of the Sword God's Temple. Their immense power is renowned throughout the world!" Mo Xiao said, his eyes shining with admiration and reverence.
"Nine Swords Under Heaven?" Zeng Yi muttered, his lips curling into a faint smile. He couldn't help but think that the title was incredibly arrogant, representing the nine most powerful sword practitioners in the world.
But just how vast was this world? Zeng Yi had no idea.
However, if every Sword Saint was indeed as Mo Xiao described, a top-tier Titled Douluo in terms of spirit power, then they truly deserved the title.
If there were already nine powerful Titled Douluos on the surface, how many more formidable Titled Douluos were there in the Sword God's Temple? Zeng Yi couldn't help but shiver at the thought, unable to imagine the immense power wielded by the Sword God's Temple, which ruled over the entire Eastern Region.
It should be noted that every spirit master who managed to reach the level of a Titled Douluo was a one-in-a-billion existence, let alone those with the potential to become a Sword Saint.
Just the thought of it gave him an overwhelming sense of pressure emanating from the formidable Sword God's Temple.
"But how do you know all this? Have you been to the Sword God's Temple?" Zeng Yi asked.
Mo Xiao couldn't help but scratch his head and chuckle dryly. "No, I wish I could visit the Sword God's Temple. With my talent, being an ordinary disciple would be no problem. But, I am the heir to the dojo."
He let out a sigh, his eyes filled with deep longing.
"These are things I heard from my sister. After all, she practiced at the Sword God's Temple for a few years and was one of the Sword Scion members. You see, the Sword God's Temple bestows twelve titles of Sword Sect, and these twelve individuals possess the potential to become Sword Saints in the future!
My older sister is one of them, haha! Maybe, just maybe, she will become a Sword Saint in the future!"
Mo Xiao shared the situation regarding his sister, Mo Xin, to Zeng Yi, and couldn't help but puff out his chest with pride.
"I didn't expect her to be so formidable!" Zeng Yi smiled and praised.
Hearing Mo Xiao talk about the Sword God's Temple, this mysterious and powerful place, the holy land of swordsmanship, made Zeng Yi extremely eager to visit.
Although Zeng Yi couldn't remember what happened in the past, he was certain that his passion for the way of the sword had never changed.
The deeply ingrained practice of swordsmanship, the spirit within him, even though he had lost his memories and forgotten himself, this instinct etched into his bones would never change.
For the past six months, he had been practicing swordsmanship almost every day, cultivating the way of the sword, and Zeng Yi could feel a genuine sense of joy in his heart when he practiced swordsmanship.
But his pursuit of the way of the sword was not merely for his own happiness.
He had even greater ambitions!
To pursue the ultimate strength!
Yes, on the path of the sword, Zeng Yi wanted to keep advancing, even if he didn't know what kind of scenery awaited him at the end. He wanted to keep moving forward.
At this moment, Zeng Yi couldn't help but recall a sentence that a girl once said to him.
She wanted him to constantly become stronger!
So, when he heard about the Sword God's Temple and the powerful Sword Saints who excelled in swordsmanship, an excitement that had long been buried in Zeng Yi's heart unknowingly arose.
Zeng Yi had little idea of his true strength and realm.
But the same-age genius swordswoman Mo Xin, who possessed extraordinary talent in swordsmanship and was a genius spirit master, seemed weak in his eyes.
Zeng Yi was sure that if he were to fight against Mo Xin, one of the twelve Sword Scion members of the Sword God's Temple, he could make her lose her ability to fight in the blink of an eye.
Therefore, Zeng Yi couldn't assess his own strength and where his limits truly lay.
But when he heard that there were Sword Saints above the level of Sword Scion, his excitement grew.
Perhaps he could fight against a Sword Saint!
Zeng Yi had this intuition, and it wasn't to prove that he had the strength of a Sword Saint. It was to further his progress on the path of the sword, to continually improve himself and become the strongest.
For that reason, he had to engage in battles and challenges!
Otherwise, who knew whose swordsmanship and strength were even more formidable?
So, he had to prove himself, prove that he was stronger!
"The Sword God's Temple? I really want to visit this holy land of swordsmanship." Zeng Yi sighed, a long-lost excitement shining in his eyes.
However, Mo Xiao, standing next to him, couldn't understand the meaning behind Zeng Yi's words. He smiled and said, "Brother Lang, do you want to visit the Sword God's Temple too? I don't think there will be a problem, especially since your swordsmanship is so powerful. I don't think my sister can even match you."
Upon hearing this, Zeng Yi couldn't help but pat Mo Xiao on the head and laugh. "If your sister hears you say that, she might give you a good beating."
"That's alright, we'll keep it between us. She won't hear it. By the way, Brother Lang, with your incredible swordsmanship, you might have been from the Sword God's Temple in the past!"
"How is that possible? Otherwise, how could your sister not know who I am?"
"True! But don't worry, Brother Lang, with your strength, I'm sure it won't be a problem to visit the Sword God's Temple. And if all else fails, we have my older sister! She'll definitely help you out. We can go together! I've been dreaming of visiting the Sword God's Temple too!"
"Hehe, there will be opportunities."
Under the fiery red sunset, the two talked and laughed, walking side by side on the way home, their shadows stretching long and far.
After returning to the dojo, they passed by the training ground and saw Mo Xin, dressed in white martial arts attire, meditating in the center, wiping the shiny, sharp sword with a white cloth.
Mo Xin heard the commotion and raised her eyes, looking towards the entrance as the two walked in.
"Why are you coming back so late?" she asked coldly.
Zeng Yi and Mo Xiao involuntarily stiffened their bodies and stopped in their tracks upon hearing the cold inquiry.
The two exchanged a glance and wore slightly embarrassed expressions.
"Um, we went to the market during the way back." Mo Xiao awkwardly replied with a dry laugh.
In reality, as the Spirit Blossom Festival approached, there was already an atmosphere in town, and coupled with Zeng Yi's curiosity, Mo Xiao took him to experience it, which took up some time. By the time they returned home, it was already completely dark.
Mo Xin, hearing this, glared at Mo Xiao with a fierce gaze and cast a quick glance at Zeng Yi by his side, sighing deeply.
"The Spirit Blossom Festival is approaching. Don't wander around outside at night. Beware of Evil Spirits."
Mo Xiao quickly nodded in response. "I understand, I won't make that mistake again."
"Oh, I'll go cook first." Zeng Yi realized the situation wasn't great and quickly left Mo Xiao behind, carrying the ingredients toward the kitchen.
As he left, he couldn't help but carry a lingering doubt in his mind.
Evil spirits?
What were they?
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