Chapter 0602: Disciples of the Sword Immortal Pavilion

Chapter 0602: Sword Immortal Pavilion Disciple

The white-robed middle-aged man was from the Medicine Immortal Valley and had a blood feud with the Immortal Weapon City. Now that he encountered a disciple from the Immortal Weapon City, he struck with lethal intent.

Qin Yun never thought he'd bump into a disciple of the Medicine Immortal Valley so soon, which gave him a thrill.

Since stepping into the Spirit Martial Stage, he had never fought anyone in reality.

Although he frequently battled in the Immortal Weapon Illusory Realm, those battles didn't reflect his real power.

Qin Yun's true strength was his Sky Lion Mystic Body and the Sky Lion Bone Spirit he had cultivated.

The formidable power of his Profound Body couldn’t be used in the Immortal Weapon Illusory Realm—it was heavily restricted.

Now that he had encountered a disciple of the Medicine Immortal Valley, he could finally cut loose.

As the white-robed man’s hook struck, Qin Yun stood his ground. Instead, he gathered his power, letting the Sky Lion Bone Spirit’s force surge forth.

His Sky Lion Mystic Body was already monstrously tough.

Now, with the cultivation of the Bone Spirit and the fusion of the Sky Lion’s beast soul, his Sky Lion Mystic Body had reached terrifying new heights.

Make no mistake, Qin Yun’s Sky Lion Mystic Body was as formidable as a mystical weapon.

Seeing that Qin Yun didn’t evade, the white-robed man smirked inwardly, thinking his hook would pierce Qin Yun’s neck.

However, when the hook touched the back of Qin Yun’s neck, it couldn’t so much as scratch.

“You Medicine Immortal Valley scum, you seem happy to see me!” Qin Yun said with an icy grin. “I’m just as happy to see you!”

As he spoke, Qin Yun lunged forward, his fingers splayed as he swiped with claw-like fingers.

He didn’t use Dao Force, relying solely on the power of his Profound Body to unleash a shockwave of raw power.

The force left deep claw marks on the white-robed man’s face.

With his other hand, Qin Yun grabbed the shaft of the hook, preventing the middle-aged man from retracting his weapon.

The long hook was just some King-tier trinket.

Once Qin Yun seized it, he gave a brutal tug, pulling the man toward him.

Boom!

Qin Yun struck out with a palm, landing a heavy blow on the white-robed man’s chest with bone-crushing force.

After cultivating the Bone Spirit, his bones were infused with immense energy. The Bone Spirit’s power, fused with the Sky Lion’s beast soul and combined with his Sky Lion Mystic Body, allowed Qin Yun to unleash physical strength as terrifying as an ancient Sky Lion.

“What kind of power is this?!” The white-robed man panicked outright, feeling as though he were fighting a powerful beast.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Qin Yun delivered several punches in succession, using pure physical strength to beat the white-robed man into screaming like a stuck pig.

The man was pounded to pulp by Qin Yun’s fists and palms, his bones shattered.

This was crippling, bone-deep damage!

“You worthless piece of-” Qin Yun interrupted himself before delivering a final punch, reducing the man to paste.

When encountering disciples of the Medicine Immortal Valley, there's no need to hold back—just kill them outright. That's what Granny Ma said.

"In real combat, against opponents of average strength, I don’t even need weapons or martial techniques to take them down easily!"

Qin Yun looked at his fists, feeling his flesh absorb the immense power of the Sky Lion Bone Spirit.

It made the Sky Lion bloodline boil within him, fueling him with brutal, overwhelming power.

"Little Yun, the Sky Lion Beast Soul contains a sealed, immense power! I don’t know exactly how strong it is, but once unsealed, it can make you suddenly much stronger—but it’s not sustainable for long," Ling Yuner said.

In the Sky Lion Immortal Mansion of the Celestial Beast Wastelands, the Sky Lion Ancestor had also mentioned that the Sky Lion Beast Soul held a force that could be borrowed when needed.

"Not yet!" Qin Yun said. "After fusing with the Sky Lion Beast Soul, I’ve understood more deeply the totem martial arts of the Sky Lion. Mastering those totem martial arts can also grant me immense power!"

At that moment, the message conch buzzed.

Qin Yun quickly took it out.

"Qin Yun, did you kill that guy? Was he from the Medicine Immortal Valley or the Canghuo Immortal Mountain?"

Granny Ma’s eagle circled overhead, too high to catch the words below.

"He was a disciple of the Medicine Immortal Valley—I killed him!" Qin Yun replied.

"Good! Now head east. There’s a serious threat over there, charging straight for Jingmeng!" Granny Ma said. "Be careful with him—he might be from the Sword Immortal Pavilion!"

"Got it!"

Qin Yun immediately sprinted eastward at incredible speed, determined to ensure Liu Jingmeng remained undisturbed.

Soon, he spotted an icy-eyed youth in blue robes standing ahead.

Holding a gleaming longsword, his handsome features were icy, his gaze locked onto Qin Yun, sharp as a sword’s edge.

"What sect do you belong to?"

The blue-clad youth asked, his voice cold and tinged with arrogance.

He seemed to have been waiting for Qin Yun.

"Immortal Armory City. Are you from the Sword Immortal Pavilion?" Qin Yun put on a rough, disguised voice, and with his mask on, it was hard to recognize his original tone.

"I am Jian Nanhu of the Sword Immortal Pavilion!"

Qin Yun frowned at the sword. "Are you a sword cultivator?"

"Not quite—but I surpass them!" Jian Nanhu said with pride. "Draw your weapon—let’s have a real fight! The disciples sent here should all be elite early-stage martial artists. I want to go all out with you!"

"Are you sure you can win?" Qin Yun chuckled, stalling for time.

"Your Immortal Armory City has the Immortal Armory Illusion Realm. Though you have plenty of combat experience, it doesn’t measure up to the real thing!" Jian Nanhu sneered. "If you think being undefeated in the illusion realm makes you invincible, that’s downright stupid!"

"Our elders warned us to hold back when facing members of the Sword Immortal Pavilion—don’t maim anyone and start a feud. I’ll fight you, but I won’t go all out!" Qin Yun said calmly. "As for whether your Sword Immortal Pavilion would kill me, that’s on you. But I won’t kill you."

Jian Nanhu laughed. "Your Immortal Armory City is already feuding with the Medicine Immortal Valley and the Canghuo Immortal Mountain, so it’s understandable you don’t want to provoke us too!"

"You get it. So it’s not that I look down on you—I just can’t go all out for certain reasons." Qin Yun cracked his knuckles. "I won’t use a weapon against you."

"Are you sure? This blade outmatches even a sword cultivator’s bonded spirit sword!" Jian Nanhu declared with absolute confidence.

"Why? I've seen the bonded swords of sword cultivators before, but I can't tell what makes your sword superior!" Qin Yun asked curiously.

"I possess a Sword Martial Soul and Sword Totem! My sword has both a Sword Totem and Sword Martial Soul attached to it," Jian Nanhu boasted. "My Sword Totem is a Mystic-tier totem, and my Martial Soul is a Black Sword Soul. That's why I wield such formidable sword techniques—my sword can shake heaven and earth!"

Qin Yun stared at Jian Nanhu's seemingly ordinary longsword, inwardly amazed. He never expected such an ordinary-seeming sword to hold so many secrets.

"Moreover, this sword of mine is an Ancient Dao Artifact!" Jian Nanhu added with pride, noticing Qin Yun's stunned expression.

"May I take a closer look?" Qin Yun asked, finding Jian Nanhu decent—not the arrogant, domineering type, but someone with an innate pride.

This kind of pride was common among powerful swordsmen. Qin Yun had seen it in Xie Wufeng, Jian Mang, and Jian Lang—all of them were the same.

"Sure, come and see for yourself!" Jian Nanhu said, holding the sword horizontally.

Qin Yun approached and examined it carefully. Soon, he spotted faint totemic patterns subtly engraved on the blade's surface—translucent and barely visible unless examined carefully.

They were seamlessly integrated into the sword's fold-forged patterns, hidden masterfully.

"Ancient Dao Runes and Sword Totem Runes, perfectly fused into the fold-forged patterns of the blade!" Qin Yun marveled. "A master must have carved the Sword Totem Runes inside the sword itself!"

"You're a Runes Master?" Jian Nanhu asked, slightly surprised.

"I know a little," Qin Yun replied, continuing his inspection. Then he made another discovery: "There are even Solar Runes! This truly is a powerful Dao Artifact. If I'm not mistaken, your sword can evolve!"

"Sharp eyes!" Jian Nanhu had faced many strong opponents, yet none had ever discerned the true might of his sword.

"The most extraordinary aspect of my sword is the Black Sword Soul within it—my very own. Moreover, through my innate Sword Totem Runes, I can comprehend formidable sword intent!" Jian Nanhu declared. "Now do you understand how powerful I am?"

Qin Yun nodded. "You are indeed strong, worthy of being a disciple of the Sword Immortal Hall."

Jian Nanhu smirked proudly. "In that case, you should still draw your weapon! Only then can you hope to defeat me."

Qin Yun thought for a moment, then shook his head. "I stand little chance. Whatever I use will be damaged by your sword."

"Then don’t stop me from hunting the Mystic Mushroom Beast," Jian Nanhu said, lowering his sword.

"No. Even if I can't defeat you, I can still delay you for a while," Qin Yun chuckled. "Since we’ve met, it’d be a shame not to spar."

"If I fight you, I must use my sword. The sword is my full strength—without it, I’m no better than a cripple," Jian Nanhu said seriously. "So I can’t fight you barehanded. You should still draw your weapon."

If Qin Yun used the Nine Sun Divine Hammer, a few strikes would destroy this fine sword. He couldn’t bear that—nor did he want to create enmity.

"Let’s begin," Qin Yun said. He also wanted to test his limits after reaching the Spirit Martial Stage.

"Then I won’t hold back."

Based on his experience, Jian Nanhu could tell the masked man before him was strong, so he didn’t underestimate him.

Jian Nanhu struck first—a flash of sword light unleashed a tidal wave of sword energy, crashing down on Qin Yun like an avalanche.

Qin Yun’s heart filled with dread. The world around him turned instantly freezing in an instant, as if he had fallen into an ice cavern.