Nine Yang Sword Saint

Translator: Exodus Tales  Editor: Exodus Tales

“Many thanks. Yan Bieqin will always remember your benevolence.” Yan Bieqin replied slowly.

 Subsequently, he looked towards Yang Dingtian, “I"m sorry Teacher Shen Lang, this Mystic Flame no longer belongs to you. I believe you will not pointlessly resist and cause us to shed all pretense of cordiality.”

 Immediately, Yang Dingtian smiled bitterly.

 Yan Bieqin arrived behind Zhuri Beila and pulled out a sword suddenly.

 Immediately, Qin Huaiyu and the others had their eyes brightened up. They wished Yan Bieqin would slash Zhuri Beila into half.

 During the whole process, Zhuri Beila did not even bother to beg. As before, his face was filled with arrogance and coldness.

 “I still have another condition.” Yan Bieqin suddenly spoke out, “I want the three of you to let Teacher Shen Lang off as well regardless of what his real ident.i.ty is. Regardless of what kind of information you can use against him, you must never injure him before the Grand Martial Duel. How about it?”

 After he spoke, not only did Qin Huaiyu"s complexion change, even Yang Dingtian had also revealed an inconceivable expression.

 What was Yan Bieqin trying to achieve? Not only did he want Qin Huaiyu and the others to let him off, he even wanted them to let Yang Dingtian off as well.

 “Are you sure?” Qin Huaiyu inquired.

 “I"m sure.” Yan Bieqin replied.

 “Alright, then. I promise. Furthermore, I will incorporate this into the oath I did just now.” Qin Huaiyu replied.

 “I agree. I will also incorporate this into the oath just now.” Gudu Wuhuan commented.

 “I agree.” Dugu Fengwu commented nonchalantly.

 “Many thanks!” Yan Bieqin replied. Subsequently, he thrust out the sword on his hand.

 Instantly, it pierced through Zhuri Beila"s chest as blood splattered out.

 Meanwhile, Zhuri Beila, who was contesting mystic qi against the trio, could only open his eyes and stare at his body being impaled without any strength for resistance as he stared at his blood flowing out constantly.

 While blood splattered out, the energy in Zhuri Beila gradually disappeared. During normal circ.u.mstances, he would be able to stop the bleeding easily. However, he was unable to do so right now because they were contesting with each other"s mystic qi. Therefore, the mystic meridians in his body were circulating rapidly while his blood was also being circulated very quickly. Besides, the speed at which the blood was flowing out did not seem to decrease at all.

 Along with the loss of blood, Zhuri Beila instantly fell into a disadvantage.

 Yang Dingtian had no idea how much mystic qi Zhuri Beila was left with. However, he knew that Zhuri Beila would lose half of his blood after 30 minutes if the bleeding continued. Once he lost half of his blood pool, this arrogant Foxman Race"s chieftain would inevitably die.

 Originally, Yang Dingtian did not have the slightest bit of favorable impression towards this Foxman Race"s chieftain Zhuri Beila. However, he couldn"t help but respect and felt that it was undeserving for this arrogant chieftain because even at this point in time, he had yet to open his mouth to beg for forgiveness. Besides, Yang Dingtian still owed his daughter, Xiangxiang Beila, a favor.

 However, the current Yang Dingtian was unable to do anything.

 “So, these are humans.” Zhuri Beila finally spoke his first sentence. It was filled with complicated sentiments.

 From this sentence, Yang Dingtian was able to feel that this Foxman Race"s chieftain still wished to get close and ally with the humans. It was just that humans" behavior had caused him to be disappointed.

 “Shen Lang, let me pa.s.s on a sentence to you and help to transmit it to my race.” Zhuri Beila suddenly spoke.

 “Sure. Please speak your mind.” Yang Dingtian replied.

 “This Young Lady Dugu Fengwu had proposed for the transaction of a thousand-year fire attribute demon core with us. We asked her the reason for the transaction, but she wasn"t willing to speak of it. Thus, we rejected the transaction. Instead, she entered our altar and killed our altar experts before s.n.a.t.c.hing away the saint core on the altar.” Zhuri Beila continued, “If it were just a demon core, we wouldn"t have come after her. However, she s.n.a.t.c.hed our ancestor"s saint core. Our ancestor was a half-human half-demon who had lived for 800 years. Our Foxman Race had grown and expanded under his leaders.h.i.+p. Yet, she had s.n.a.t.c.hed away our saint core. So, tell me, is it a valid reason to pursue her for thousands of miles?”

 “Yes.” Yang Dingtian replied.

 Zhuri Beila continued, “Now I know that there"s a Mystic Flame here. Please help me to transmit this message to my race. I have died because I tried to take back the saint core and not because of the Mystic Flame.”

 “I"ll remember this, chieftain.” Yang Dingtian replied.

 Currently, the Mystic Flame had already bloomed.

 The confrontation between the mystic qi was still continuing, and Zhuri Beila was filled with the determination to die.

 Yan Bieqin walked to Yang Dingtian and patted on his shoulder, “I"m sorry, brother Shen Lang. I need this Mystic Flame.”

 After he spoke, an extremely formidable energy confined Yang Dingtian.

 Immediately, Yang Dingtian could no longer move. Even his spiritual energy was unable to flow out. His mystic qi failed to circulate as well.

 Yan Bieqin was a 1-star Martial Supreme. Although he was a little weaker than Qin Huaiyu, they were ultimately in the same cla.s.s.

 The current Yang Dingtian was still unable to contend against Martial Supreme cla.s.s experts.

 Subsequently, Yang Dingtian was imprisoned as he sat there without any ability to budge, so much that he couldn"t even close his eyes.

 Just like that, he could only watch all of it happen helplessly.

 The Yin Yang Mountain had stopped growing.

 The Mystic Flame had bloomed to its peak, making it extremely beautiful and enchanting.

 Once it had bloomed to its peak, the flame had started to change into all kinds of shapes. It allowed others to see its uneasiness and timidness as it strived to search for a safe place. It wanted to search for someone who could protect it.

 Although it was the strongest existence in this world and once it turned berserk, everyone around it would be turned into ashes.

 It was the strongest energy born. However, it had no idea about it. It thought that itself was the weakest infant around.

 Of course, it was indeed extremely frail because its life was extremely short-lived. It would merely be for several minutes.

 Once it couldn"t locate a place to reside in, its beautiful and formidable life would wither away rapidly. It would have to wait for another 200 years before it could bloom again.

 And a martial artist qi vessel was the best home for it.

 Therefore, a martial artist would always wish to locate a Mystic Flame, and the Mystic Flame would yearn to locate a martial artist"s qi vessel for it to reside in.

 Of course, this martial artist would have to at least be in the Martial Mystic cla.s.s. Otherwise, once the Mystic Flame had turned into myriad threads of energies and entered the body, the martial artist wouldn"t be able to refine the Mystic Flame energy into their own core flame even though the Mystic Flame wouldn"t do any harm to their body.

 Yan Bieqin"s concentrated his vision on this extremely formidable and infant-like Mystic Flame. He only needed a single thread of divine sense and mystic qi as it grew closer to the Mystic Flame.

 Currently, even if Qin Huaiyu and the others were striving their best against the confrontation, they still continued to watch everything that was happening around them. The radiance within their gazes was extremely complex. It was filled with uneasiness, hatred, and enviousness.

 This was the Heaven and Earth Mystic Flame.

 Regardless was it Qin Huaiyu, Gudu Wuhuan or Dugu Fengwu, so long as they devoured and refined this Mystic Flame, they would be half a step into the Master rank. This signified that they would be a Grandmaster rank expert in the future and would possess their own territory.

 The importance of this Mystic Flame was even more significant to Dugu Fengwu. So long as she refined this Mystic Flame, her cultivation would exceed Dongfang Bingling, and she would be able to forge a true soul sword and cultivate a sword soul in the shortest amount of time. During then, she would be able to fight against the real strongest person in this world.

 Till today, there were only five or six people who possessed the Heaven and Earth Mystic Flame.

 Dugu Fengwu had invested a lot just for this Mystic Flame. She had even proposed an extremely big transaction with the Northwest Qin City just for this. Currently, Temple of Ten Thousand Blood and Dugu Fengwu had already used their bargaining chip and had successfully gotten Gudu Wuhuan and Qin Huaiyu to give up on this Mystic Flame.

 However, who would have thought that this Mystic Flame would fall into Yan Bieqin"s stomach. How could she not be in hatred?

 Meanwhile, Qin Huaiyu felt even more complicated. Yan Bieqin was his trusted aide and was one of the most important chess pieces of Qin City. At the start, he had betrayed Yan Bieqin before Yan Bieqin betrayed him. Now, this Heaven and Earth rank treasure had unexpectedly fallen into Yan Bieqin"s stomach.

 This subordinate that was already extremely outstanding was about to soar straight up to heaven and turn into a dragon.

 However, Yang Dingtian was the most unwilling one among them.

 He had invested the most just for this Mystic Flame. And this Mystic Flame was the only hope for him to win the Grand Martial Duel.

 However, it was extremely hard for Yang Dingtian to produce an entrenched hatred towards Yan Bieqin, who had s.n.a.t.c.hed away the Mystic Flame. When it came to the current circ.u.mstances, Yan Bieqin didn"t owe Yang Dingtian. Everyone would wish to claim owners.h.i.+p of the Mystic Flame regardless of whoever had witnessed it.

 Yan Bieqin"s divine sense and Mystic Flame gradually grew closer towards each other.

 The beautiful Mystic Flame was like a child. It was filled with antic.i.p.ation and fear as it sniffed Yan Bieqin"s mystic qi odor. It wanted to look for a relative and family urgently. However, it was also extremely afraid. Therefore, it probed and approached cautiously.

 Perhaps, everyone here hoped that there would be an accident when Yan Bieqin was devouring the Mystic Flame.

 Any accident would be fine. Regardless was it the Mystic Flame going berserk or that the confrontation had suddenly changed or if there were an arrival of an additional person.

 However, there weren"t any accidents.

 The Mystic Flame and Yan Bieqin"s mystic qi approached each other cautiously. Ultimately, it came into contact with each other.

 The instant they came into contact with each other, the Mystic Flame suddenly leaped.

 All the uneasiness and timidness had completely disappeared. The Mystic Flame started to cheer and dance in high spirits because it had found a home.

 The outcome had been decided!

 Once the mystic qi had been successfully poured into the Mystic Flame, no one would be able to s.n.a.t.c.h the Mystic Flame away, even if someone had come in to kill Yan Bieqin. Once the Mystic Flame had recognized its owner, it would never change. And currently, Yan Bieqin"s mystic qi aura had already been engraved deeply within the Mystic Flame"s divine senses.

 Killing off Yan Bieqin would only cause an outcome, the Mystic Flame turning berserk.

 Once the Mystic Flame turned berserk, everyone present would be turned into ashes. This several-thousand-meter tall mountain would instantly shatter, and the hundreds of miles of the lake would instantly dry up as well. This Burial Land would be turned into h.e.l.l instantly.

 This was the might of the Mystic Flame.