LGHTNOVELBOOK Chapter 122: Only Time is Needed
Chapter 122: Only Time is Needed
This scene lasted but a moment, yet it felt like an eternity to those who watched.
The fire dragon crashed into the ground like molten lava, engulfing You Su in a sea of flames.
Unlike before, Heavenly Maiden Wangshu stood quietly outside the arena, trusting his strength and showing no intention of rushing to save him.
The female disciples who had earlier urged their masters to rescue You Su now anxiously tugged at their masters’ sleeves. However, these accomplished elders remained seated, unmoved, their eyes flickering with astonishment.
The Fifth Elder coldly observed the raging flames below, his gaze fixed on the young man whose robes were nearly burned away. He sighed softly and descended rapidly.
At that moment, crimson sword intent erupted in bursts, the sword flames resembling dazzling fireworks in the sky.
The piercing sound of clashing swords echoed, reminding everyone that the two had only just begun their duel!
A fierce gale swept through, scattering their hair wildly behind them.
The divine sword flames were blown away, and Zhou Changwen stared in disbelief at the young man before him. Amid the sparks of their clashing sword intents, he seemed to glimpse pitch-black eyes within the youth’s aura. Those eyes were deep and sacred, and just looking at them filled him with an inexplicable urge to submit!
But when he looked again, the eyes had returned to normal.
Distracted, Zhou Changwen could no longer withstand You Su’s torrential sword intent. He was sent flying like dust caught in a storm.
Zhou Changwen slowly closed his eyes, admitting his defeat. However, a pair of strong hands caught his back, halting his retreat.
He turned to see his master, who had personally intervened.
The Fifth Elder held his disciple with one hand and raised the other, using two fingers with effortless might to clamp down on You Su’s sword tip.
The vast sword momentum met the immovable Fifth Elder, dissipating like mud sinking into the sea.
Knowing the duel was over, You Su tried to withdraw his Black Pine Sword.
But the Fifth Elder tightly held the blade, looking down at You Su with a commanding gaze.
“Finish this sword strike.”
The surging sword intent still churned within You Su’s body. Zhou Changwen’s sword intent had not been enough to fully unleash his power. The Righteous Sun Sword Nurturing Art filled him with an overwhelming need to release this energy, and he felt he could no longer hold it back.
With the Fifth Elder’s permission, You Su held nothing back. A more violent wave of sword intent erupted, and the sensation of countless hearts beating in unison returned.
Boom—
The Cloud Sky Platform flashed with light and darkness, as if a thunderbolt had struck, followed by a torrential downpour. The remaining sword flames turned into a misty haze.
As the dust settled, Zhou Changwen, supported by the Fifth Elder, looked shaken and incredulous. He had naively thought he had only lost by a narrow margin, but now he realized the vast chasm between them in the path of the sword.
Before him, You Su stood calmly, sheathing his sword and bowing.
“Thank you, Fifth Elder.”
The Fifth Elder stood with one hand behind his back, composed and serene. He nodded slightly.
“You have won. The objection raised by Crimson Rainbow Peak is now void.”
As soon as he spoke, the crowd erupted in astonishment. Even though they had witnessed it with their own eyes, the official declaration of victory still left them deeply shocked.
Zhou Changwen’s expression darkened.
You Su, his robes tattered, clasped his hands in a salute before staggering away. Heavenly Maiden Wangshu was already behind him, catching his falling body and carrying him in her arms as she walked away.
Elder Liu stood at the edge of the arena, watching the pair’s retreating figures, unsure how to express his shock. When he had first heard from the grand elders that the Lotus Sword Venerable, who had not taken a disciple in decades, had suddenly accepted a blind youth, he had never imagined that this blind youth would come this far.
The commotion settled, and the immortals in the pavilions began to leave. The vast platform was now empty, save for the Fifth Elder and Zhou Changwen.
Zhou Changwen had been well-protected. He bore no external injuries, but his face was pale from overexertion.
He stood up, head bowed, wanting to speak but finding the words stuck in his throat. His hesitant demeanor was a far cry from the proud young swordsman who had always stood by the Crimson Rainbow Venerable.
The Fifth Elder slowly extended his right hand, revealing his palm to Zhou Changwen.
On the broad, bony palm was a deep black line, remnants of sword intent swirling around it.
Zhou Changwen was shocked. “He… he actually managed to injure you, Master?!”
The Fifth Elder did not answer. A red light flared in his palm with faint strain, and the black line was consumed by the crimson sword energy, vanishing without a trace.
“It’s understandable that you couldn’t withstand this sword strike,” the Fifth Elder said calmly.
Hearing this, Zhou Changwen seemed to deflate, as if resigned to his fate. Though unharmed, his body slumped further. He lamented, “So he is truly stronger than a sword body…”
The Fifth Elder did not withdraw his hand. He glanced at his prized disciple and said, “It’s not that he is stronger than a sword body. He is just an ordinary person. You only see his invincible sword intent, but you don’t see the countless times he has swung his sword over eighteen years to achieve that intent. Some are born swordsmen, while others forge themselves into swordsmen through relentless effort. If you were as diligent as he is, he would not be your match.”
Zhou Changwen was stunned. He continued to stare at the Fifth Elder’s hand. Despite having undergone a transformation to the Void Realm, the elder’s palm was still rough with calluses.
Zhou Changwen bit his lower lip tightly, his fists clenched. He didn’t even have the courage to open his own palms and look.
“Return to the peak. Practice your sword.”
The Fifth Elder’s voice was calm as he turned, leaving Zhou Changwen with only his tall, imposing back.
Zhou Changwen snapped out of his daze. His sword-like brows suddenly became resolute, and his fists clenched even tighter, to the point of drawing blood. Without hesitation, he followed his master’s retreating figure. His crimson robes seemed to ignite with the fire in his heart, glowing with brilliance.
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“Elder Suyin, having watched today’s duel, how does our Mystic Firmament Sect’s new disciple compare to those of your Dawn Enlightenment Sect?”
An elderly man with white hair and a serene expression stroked his beard. Dressed in Taoist robes and wearing a Taoist crown, he was the foremost of the Mystic Firmament Sect’s thirteen grand elders.
The Dawn Enlightenment Sect was the most powerful sect on the Heaven’s Dawn Divine Mountain, its status in the Southern Blaze Continent even surpassing that of the Mystic Firmament Sect in the Central Realm Continent.
Elder Suyin was gaunt and wore loose Taoist robes adorned with seven falling stars, the mark of a Dawn Enlightenment Sect elder.
“A born sword body is rare in this world. In terms of swordsmanship alone, no junior on the Heaven’s Dawn Divine Mountain surpasses his talent. However, he still lacks some temperament.”
“Indeed. And what do you think the blind youth lacks?”
Elder Suyin pondered for a moment before replying leisurely, “Only time.”