I Can Strengthen Infinitely

The night, shrouded in mountain fog.

The mountain, veiled completely by the dark curtain of night.

Qin Yuesheng stood on a mountaintop, holding the sword in one hand, his eyes fixed intently on the elder ten meters away.

The other held only a wooden sword, a seemingly ordinary person.

"I seek to learn something," Qin Yuesheng’s words had just fallen, and with that, he moved.

Shua!

At his level of strength, every move was as swift as a gust of wind, unmeasurable.

In just an instant, Qin Yuesheng was already in front of the elder with the blade.

The blade wind was sharp, cutting through the air.

At that very moment, the elder moved.

His eyes slightly opened, suddenly bursting out with a sharp brilliance.

At the same time, his right hand moved.

The simple and unadorned wooden sword directly faced Qin Yuesheng’s Taixie Tiger Demon Blade.

Hiss!

Never mind a wooden sword; even an ordinary divine weapon would be cut into two by the Taixie Tiger Demon Blade, but the elder wasn’t foolish. Daring to spar with a wooden sword, he naturally had his own reliance.

No sooner said than done, a white sword aura suddenly emerged from the wooden sword, clashing fiercely with the blade of the Taixie Tiger Demon Blade.

The white sword aura was incredibly soft, swallowing the Taixie Tiger Demon Blade within, using softness to counter hardness, instantly unloading much of Qin Yuesheng’s attack.

Having succeeded with a strike, the elder mysteriously tossed aside the wooden sword, letting it fall freely. With a flick of his two fingers, the wooden sword, though uncontrolled, flew up on its own, circling around the Taixie Tiger Demon Blade.

Immediately, the white sword aura transformed into a flexible brocade, tightly binding the entire Taixie Tiger Demon Blade, like silk forming a cocoon.

"Rise," the elder gave a low shout, and the wooden sword soared skyward, seizing the Taixie Tiger Demon Blade from Qin Yuesheng and taking it with it.

How could Qin Yuesheng let the other party so easily take the blade from his hand? Immediately, he reached out to grab, his Inner Strength erupted, intending to forcibly reclaim the Taixie Tiger Demon Blade with Inner Strength, but the elder would not give him this chance; with his other hand, he pointed sword fingers at Qin Yuesheng’s chest.

Though it was just two fingers, Qin Yuesheng felt a flash before his eyes, and a razor-sharp blue-patterned sword thrust towards him.

A chill of menace spread from Qin Yuesheng’s back to his head, making him tremble all over, his hair standing on end.

This was a life and death crisis!

Buzz!

The Golden Bell Shield of Creation and Transformation appeared in an instant, rapidly spinning around Qin Yuesheng, loyally protecting its master.

Nine Purple Dragons rose and fell amid nine wisps of purple mist, with continuous dragon roars. In such an atmosphere, that sword silently and accurately struck the surface of the Golden Bell Shield.

Clang!

A resonant clang of metal, deafeningly loud, Qin Yuesheng’s gaze changed; he saw on the surface of the Golden Bell Shield, a hole appeared.

This was a heaven and earth-level protective Divine Skill, the Golden Bell Shield of Creation and Transformation, something that could make it like this, since Qin Yuesheng obtained it, only that Immortal Wu’an Monarch had managed it.

That seemingly ordinary elder in front of him actually had such strength!

Hiss!

In the elder’s eyes, there was a trace of astonishment, surprised by Qin Yuesheng’s use of this protective Divine Skill, with the power of his sword, even a Divine Skill’s protective technique couldn’t block it.

"Interesting," Qin Yuesheng chuckled. Though without the Taixie Tiger Demon Blade, his means were not limited to that. He reached for his waist’s Sumeru Bag, and the Soul-Catching Demon fell into his hand, transforming into the Soul-Catching Arm, enhancing the strength of Qin Yuesheng’s right arm.

Boom!

No tricks, just a normal punch, yet this punch’s power was world-shattering; even Qin Yuesheng himself couldn’t fully comprehend it.

When Qin Yuesheng obtained the Soul-Catching Demon in Cyan Yang City, it was still very weak, with minimal enhancement for the host. But its advantage lay in its ability to evolve by absorbing the souls of the deceased. Qin Yuesheng, taking the Soul-Catching Demon to battle for so long, had claimed many souls under his blade; this massive feeding had caused the Soul-Catching Demon to grow to an extremely terrifying degree.

Furthermore, when Wu’an Monarch died last time, the Soul-Catching Demon absorbed a fair amount of Immortal Blood, even... the soul of Wu’an Monarch.

The soul of an Immortal is something rarely seen in the mortal world, one soul capable of equating to millions.

This punch, with just its force, generated a fierce wind at the spot.

The wind was so strong that it blew up the earth, uprooting trees, and sand and rocks flew in all directions, incredibly astonishing.

Crack crack crack!

Where Qin Yuesheng tread, the ground cracked into cobweb-like fissures, which spread one by one into four directions, resonating throughout the entire mountain, as if on the verge of collapse.

Looking at Qin Yuesheng, the elder’s expression gradually turned solemn, and a thread of battle intent inadvertently emanated from his body, a battle intent different from sparring, with no intention to hold back, but rather to strive with full force.

"Heart Sword!" the elder gave a low drink. Though he held no sword, from his standing ground came a strange resonant sound of a sword.

This sound was astonishing, shaking the clouds, the mist in the sky instantly dispersed, and the elder’s hair rose high, his aura extremely formidable.

In Qin Yuesheng’s eyes, the elder’s figure could no longer be seen; only a longsword remained.

"With a sword, without a sword, abandoning the sword, a heart sword, I have been in Forgotten Sword Village for over seventy years, and you’re the first to witness this move," the elder said slowly, stepping out in an instant.

Hiss! Hiss! Hiss!

Dozens of sword aure shot toward Qin Yuesheng from all directions.

Everything happened in an instant; by the next breath, Qin Yuesheng’s fist had already collided with the elder’s wrist.

The elder’s figure was sometimes a sword, sometimes a man, the scene in Qin Yuesheng’s eyes changed infinitely, hard to discern.

The two were both at the pinnacle of the martial world in terms of knife and sword Dao, one with earth-shaking force, the other with unfathomable heart sword.

Bang!

The entire mountain rumbled, finally unable to bear the burden, collapsing from the peak, crumbling into pieces, with sections rolling to the ground, turning a great mountain summit into flat land in an instant, dense with rolling dust.

Pfft! Among the dust and smoke, the elder trembled all over; despite their Grandmaster level, with their bodies already extraordinarily strong, facing Qin Yuesheng’s punch infused with the Soul-Catching Demon, it was still tough to withstand.

This strength was no less than a mountain colliding, the distinction being that the elder could easily split a mountain but couldn’t split Qin Yuesheng’s fist.

The elder’s Heart Sword was intangible, Qin Yuesheng seemed to have the upper hand but watched helplessly as the sword transformed from the elder slowly pierced toward him, penetrating his body.

Yet he felt no physical pain, instead a wrenching, soul-crushing ache emanated from the depths of his soul.

It seemed to have wounded the soul.

"Injuring the soul, this is the power of the Heart Sword," Qin Yuesheng was shocked: "Why do your moves feel familiar, who exactly are you?"

"It’s been long since I’ve told anyone my name, I am Bai Yue, a person from Jiangnan," the elder wiped away the blood stain at the corner of his mouth, speaking calmly.

Qin Yuesheng’s eyes lit up, Bai Yue, the one who uses the sword...

Could this be... the renowned Bai Yue Sword Saint of Jiangnan.