Chapter 1819 Raw 1830 : Inherited Dao Tool

Chapter 1819 (Raw 1830): Inherited Dao Tool

While Xiao Chen was worrying about the Demon Blood Vulture, he did not know that the Demon Blood Vulture was thinking of how to finish him off when it returned.

It had to be said that this Demon Blood Vulture was truly ungrateful and brainless.

At this moment, Xiao Chen felt somewhat bored.

He was currently with Yan Chen, who was recovering from his injuries. Since Xiao Chen’s cultivation already reached consummation, on the verge of entering the Starry Sky Stage, he could not cultivate any further.

However, he could not abandon this monk and wander the one hundred thousand great peaks alone to seek out fortuitous encounters, or hunt ferocious beasts or Demonic Dao cultivators to temper himself and gain some experience.

Unfortunately, the mountains were dangerous. With the monk’s current state, if Xiao Chen was careless, the monk might die.

“Clang!”

Xiao Chen drew the Tyrant Saber and casually sent out strands of saber light.

He did not set out to practice any particular saber skill. He only wanted to make his Saber Techniques more compatible with his newly comprehended Thunder Dragon Steps.

At Xiao Chen’s current level, any casual move of his was already indescribably wondrous.

If there were any other bladesman around, they would definitely watch carefully and take reference from his motions.

Although the motions still were not second nature to Xiao Chen, any casual swing of his contained the boundless Great Dao.

However, there were many tricks to them as well. At first glance, the moves looked like they were full of openings. However, when one looked carefully, one would be shocked to discover that the so-called openings were all transformations.

If one fell for these “openings,” one could face waves of counterattacks in the next moment.

Slowly, as Xiao Chen became more engrossed in brandishing his saber, his skills became better attuned to his Thunder Dragon Steps.

The lightning dragons under his feet enveloped his entire body. When he made sudden movements to the left and right, he was so fast that his figure was indiscernible.

His comprehension of the Thunder Great Dao completely transformed the Thunder Dragon Steps. The more Xiao Chen practiced it, the more he felt that it had boundless potential.

He infused the Thunder Dao’s Great Dao Energy and his Veritable Essence Energy throughout his body.

Then, he shouted, “Thunder Dragon Burst!”

“Whoosh!”

Sparks flew, and in the next moment, Xiao Chen appeared on a peak fifty kilometers away as if he had teleported.

Fifty kilometers was not very far. However, what was astonishing was the speed; Xiao Chen arrived fifty kilometers away in half the time it took to blink.

Furthermore, the amount of energy used was just one breath’s worth of Veritable Essence Energy and a strand of Great Dao Energy.

After a moment’s rest, Xiao Chen could use it again.

“Excellent!”

On the peak, Xiao Chen used the remnant Great Dao Energy, making it erupt again. Then, he returned to Yan Chen’s side.

“What if I divide this Thunder Dragon Burst into nine stages and change fifty kilometers to one hundred meters? What would it be like?”

When Xiao Chen learned things, he always managed to derive many things from one piece of information, taking a comprehensive approach in his thoughts.

The Thunder Dragon Burst was suitable for retreating and chasing down an enemy.

However, it could not be used in combat. A fight generally consisted of brief exchanges that took place in mere instants.

Clearly, one would not be able to decide a fight by running fifty kilometers away.

However, if one could reduce the distance to one hundred meters and instantly erupt nine times with this breath of Veritable Essence Energy and this strand of Great Dao Energy, it would be a different story.

Xiao Chen wanted to use these nine instantaneous movements to attack nine times, each time swinging his saber nine times. Within half the time it took to blink, his opponent would have eighty-one bloody wounds.

This would allow Xiao Chen to bring out more than his full strength without too much cost.

Why was it that some people had the same cultivation, Martial Technique, Cultivation Technique, and even Dao Tools yet still had a difference in combat prowess?

That was because some people could bring out only half of their strength while others could bring out sixty percent, seventy percent, eighty percent, or even all of their strength.

Some could exceed their full strength, understanding every part of their body and bringing out a combat prowess that far exceeded their cultivation.

There were heaven-defying existences that could double or triple their strength; some were even capable of a tenfold increase.

Xiao Chen had only read about such heaven-defying geniuses in ancient texts, but he was somewhat dubious of the veracity of such accounts.

In reality, those that could exceed their full strength were already very rare.

In any case, Xiao Chen immediately acted on his thoughts.

After Xiao Chen comprehended the Thunder Great Dao, his control of lightning-attributed energy became much better than others

However, even so, his first attempt reduced him to a sorry state.

When Xiao Chen tested the Thunder Dragon Burst, he failed to release the Veritable Essence Energy perfectly, and it ended up exploding in his body.

This was even more miserable than self-mutilation.

Xiao Chen continued in pain, but he was happy. After one hour, he finally succeeded.

All that could be seen was a flash of electric light, Xiao Chen drawing the saber, then Xiao Chen sheathing the saber.

“Clang! Clang! Clang!”

After Xiao Chen perfectly ended his movements, saber hums sang continuously in the air, a total of eighty-one of them. The sound was pleasing to the ear, like the most wondrous zither music in the world.

“I shall call you Thunder Dragon Nine Transformations.”

Xiao Chen revealed joy on his face. Then, he drew his saber once more and swung his saber, recalling the various comprehensions he gained.

Since ancient times, musicians used the voices of zithers and flutes to express their joy, anger, grief, and happiness.

At this moment, the saber in Xiao Chen’s hand was his zither.

Right now, Xiao Chen was expressing his joy and happiness at comprehending the Thunder Dragon Nine Transformations. As the saber light flashed, creating saber flowers, it looked very pleasing and joyful.

Suddenly, he thought back to when he was at the Qingyun Peak and his moments with Liu Ruyue.

Xiao Chen’s saber light turned gentle like water, soft like cotton, sweet, and full of passion.

Then, the saber light changed again as he remembered the Kunlun Realm’s Demonic Calamity, the martyred Di Wuque and Yan Shisan.

When he thought about the Astral Lord giving up his life for the betterment of the world, his saber turned boundlessly heroic, solemn, and stirring.

“Practicing the saber?”

Just at this moment, a voice interrupted Xiao Chen’s reverie.

Bewildered, Xiao Chen withdrew his saber and turned to glance around. He saw Yan Chen giving him a profound look with a hint of a smile on the latter’s face.

That smile contained some admiration, a trace of disdain, some pride, and hidden arrogance. In any case, it was not a smile of an ordinary person capable of nothing.

Isn’t that nonsense? If I’m not practicing the saber, could I be practicing the sword?

Wait, that’s not right.

After studying Yan Chen’s expression, Xiao Chen suddenly understood.

Yan Chen’s mysterious and erudite expression was clearly saying What a coincidence! I use the saber as well. Furthermore, I am extraordinarily good at it. I’m just waiting for you to ask about it. After that, I will show you how strong my saber skills are.

Having realized what Yan Chen wanted, Xiao Chen smiled and asked, “What’s wrong? Little monk, you are a bladesman as well?”

Indeed, Yan Chen smiled in satisfaction and said, “That’s right. This little monk’s dharmic name is Yan Chen. However, others prefer to call me…eh…let’s forget about what others call me. Let me show you my saber skills, then.”

Yan Chen took out a Buddhist monk’s knife and soared into the air. His aura suddenly changed.

Xiao Chen watched seriously, ready to observe carefully. However, Yan Chen had just flown up when he vomited blood and fell face first.

After coughing a few times, Yan Chen stood up, appearing extremely embarrassed. “My Saber Technique is overly tyrannical and ferocious. When I use it, I need to use my Soul Energy and all of my Veritable Essence Energy to drive the power of the world. I forgot that I am currently injured. Next time…”

Xiao Chen could not hold back a smile. This little monk seemed to be bragging a little too much.

Fortunately, Yan Chen had a refined appearance and was young, looking pure and innocent. The habit of bragging was very cute on him and not repulsive.

As for the next time, there was no need for it. Xiao Chen interrupted the other party and said, “Stop speaking. Little monk, you’d better rest and recover from your injuries.”

Yan Chen felt depressed. How embarrassing! Why am I this unlucky?

Brother Xiao’s expression clearly says that he does not believe me. “Big Brother Xiao, you have to believe me. I’m really strong. I, Yan Chen, am known as…”

“Known as what?”

Having raised the subject of his nickname again, Yan Chen felt awkward and hurriedly skipped past it. “There is no need to care about that. In any case, I really am very strong. When there is an opportunity, I will definitely show Big Brother Xiao.”

Xiao Chen saw that Yan Chen became increasingly anxious about this and started to sweat and pale.

He figured that Yan Chen had probably overdrawn his strength and injured himself. Fearing complications, he could only agree to calm the little monk down.

Yan Chen wanted to cry in his heart. How could he not tell that Xiao Chen did not believe him and just wanted him to rest and recover?

Why am I so unlucky? It is just playing with the saber.

After Yan Chen quieted down with much difficulty and closed his eyes, Xiao Chen heaved a sigh of relief.

Half a day later, when the surroundings were quiet, Yan Chen opened his eyes and looked at Xiao Chen seriously. “Big Brother Xiao.”

Xiao Chen asked, “What’s wrong?”

“Do you feel that I was just bragging and ended up making a fool of myself? Actually, I really was not.”

“Haha…”

Xiao Chen could not resist laughing. However, at the same time, he felt somewhat helpless. How long was this little monk going to harp on this? Even after half a day, the little monk still had not forgotten.

“Boom!”

Just as Xiao Chen was about to answer, a beam of demonic light appeared in the distance and soared into the sky, scattering the thick demonic clouds for five kilometers around.

“This is…the appearance of an inherited Dao Tool!”

Xiao Chen’s expression flickered as he stood up quickly. There was once a flourishing Demonic Dao sect in the one hundred thousand great peaks, the Myriad Holy Temple.

Occasionally, people would discover the inherited Dao Tools and other Dao Tools left by the Myriad Holy Temple.

The so-called inherited Dao Tools referred to Dao Tools like the Tyrant Saber in Xiao Chen’s hand, peak Dao Tools that had passed through the hands of several generations of experts.

Every time an inherited Dao Tool appeared, it would kick up a bloody storm.