Cultivating With The Nine Dragons System

Bai Zhantang could not believe it. The power of morality condensed on the Dragon Abyss Sword was several times purer than the power of morality he had mastered.    

It was also because of this that the Dragon Abyss Sword ignored the rules he had set up and directly stabbed into his chest. Pcht... Pcht... Pcht... Pcht... Pcht... Pcht... Pcht... Pcht... Pcht...    

Wang Hao was slightly stunned. The morality on the Dragon Abyss Sword was the purest righteousness of the sword, but it was not condensed by him.    

After hearing the words that had just awakened him, Wang Hao finally realized who had helped him.    

"Master!"    

A figure appeared out of thin air beside Wang Hao. He was dressed in green, and his face was unkempt. He had an ancient green sword on his back.    

This person was Yaen San!    

"So it's you!" Bai Zhantang gritted his teeth. He had naturally heard of Yaen San's reputation. The number one person below the Sovereign Stage was not an empty lie.    

"Hehe..." Bai Zhantang suddenly laughed. He stretched out his hand and grabbed the Dragon Abyss Sword's blade, then pulled it out from his chest.    

"You almost succeeded. If you had stabbed this sword a little earlier, perhaps I would have really died!"    

Wang Hao was shocked. He was surprised to find that the Qi emitted from Bai Zhantang's body had changed tremendously.    

It was like a great river flowing into the ocean. It was surging and surging!    

First level Sovereign Stage!    

The golden thread in Bai Zhantang's hand broke, and all of Barbarian Clan King's energy had been absorbed into his body.    

"Die!"    

Bai Zhantang slapped down with his palm. The force of his palm was so strong that Wang Hao was unable to move!    

"Clang!"    

Yaen San moved, and the green ancient sword instantly struck Bai Zhantang's palm.    

The wind from the attack stopped, and Bai Zhantang and Yaen San both took three steps back.    

Yaen San still had the same calm expression, and there was still drunkenness in his eyes. However, Bai Zhantang's expression was as ugly as it could get. There was a bright red blood blooming on his white jade palm.    

Even though he had broken through to the Sovereign Stage, Bai Zhantang was still injured by Yaen San's sword strike. This was unacceptable to him!    

"Why... Why?! I am already a Sovereign Stage, why am I inferior to you?!"    

Yaen San ignored the frenzied Bai Zhantang. He took the gourd from his waist and threw it to Wang Hao.    

"Feed it to Hong."    

Wang Hao accepted the order. He had 100% confidence in his master.    

He walked to Hong's side and saw Hong staring at Yaen San's back with complex emotions in her eyes.    

"Ms Hong, have a drink."    

Hong took the gourd and poured all the wine into her stomach. The wine was brewed by some kind of spiritual herb and it emitted a strong Yuan Qi that made people take two more sips.    

"Burp!" Hong burped loudly. The wine in her stomach turned into the purest Yuan Power. After drinking a pot of wine, she recovered 20% of her strength.    

"Hu!" Red's body was ignited with red flames. Her pupils turned orange and she entered a battle state!    

"Ms Hong?" Wang Hao did not understand. "Master is here. Leave it to him."    

Hong shook her head with a worried expression. "Bai Zhantang has already entered the Sovereign Stage, although he is only at the first level. No matter how heaven defying Yaen San was, he was still considered a demigod. I have to help him! "    

She took a step forward, but her figure staggered and almost fell to the ground.    

Only now did Wang Hao realize that there was an extremely serious injury on her red ankle. White bones could be seen!    

"Hong, wait there. I have something to tell you after I finish him off."    

The one who spoke was Yaen San. His voice was as casual and unruly as usual, but Wang Hao could hear a trace of gentleness in it.    

"Alright!" To Wang Hao's surprise, Hong actually agreed. The red flame on her body disappeared, and she could no longer feel any power. "This time, you have no choice but to leave."    

Yaen San nodded and made a promise to Hong.    

Bai Zhantang's face was gloomy. "Have you guys had enough flirting? Since you guys are so loving, let's go to hell and be a couple!"    

As he spoke, Bai Zhantang leapt up and slapped Yaen San with his white jade hand.    

The terrifying power of a Sovereign Stage was fully displayed. Apart from Wang Hao and Hong, everyone who was watching the battle was pressed to the ground by the power, and they couldn't even lift their heads.    

A trace of worry appeared in Wang Hao's eyes. He had seen the battle between Yaen San and Thousand Chance Elder before. The scariness of a Sovereign Stage was still fresh in his mind. Even Yaen San had no chance of winning against Thousand Chance Elder.    

Thousand Chance Elder had told Yaen San that once he stepped into the Supreme Realm, he would not be a match for any ordinary person. No matter how strong a mortal was, he would still be a mortal.    

Even though Bai Zhantang had just broken through to the Supreme Realm, he still possessed the body of a Demigod.    

According to common sense, even if Yaen San had the talent to be envied by the heavens, he would still not be a match for Bai Zhantang!    

However, when faced with Bai Zhantang's destructive attack, Yaen San was still standing proudly in the sky, allowing the wild wind to blow his hair.    

"You aren't going to dodge?" Bai Zhantang sneered, "Yaen San, you are too arrogant!"    

Indeed, Yaen San did not dodge. He raised the ancient sword and slashed forward.    

This sword was swung very slowly. Even an ordinary person could easily dodge it, but in Bai Zhantang's eyes, the ancient sword had locked onto his body and Qi. No matter where he went, this sword would fall on him!    

He was dumbfounded. A Divine Martial Stage mortal could really do this?    

However, Bai Zhantang still did not believe that a mere mortal could defeat a supreme existence that was half a god!    

The white jade hand and the ancient sword collided silently. There was no sign of a collision.    

The two of them maintained the posture of striking out their palms and swords, as if time had frozen at this moment, and the world was silent.    

"Crack!"    

A gentle breeze blew past, and a clear cracking sound rang out in everyone's ears.    

What shattered was not Yaen San's ancient sword, but Bai Zhantang's... arm!    

His arm was like broken porcelain, peeling off piece by piece. After his arm was broken, it was his body. Bai Zhantang's expression was dull, and he didn't make a sound. In the end, he turned into a pile of dirt and disappeared into the world.    

One sword, cut down the supreme being!    

Her red eyes turned red, and tears flowed out. She looked at Yaen San, and her body trembled.    

"Why...? Why... why are you so stupid!"    

Hong's question made Wang Hao suddenly realize that Yaen San's aura was different from before.    

Previously, when they were together, Yaen San's aura had a vague feeling that it was different from that of a mortal, as if it could leap into the ranks of supreme beings at any time.    

But now, his aura was full of the aura of a mortal, without a trace of divinity.    

Saint's Saint Heart, mortal thoughts... Saint Martial realm!    

Between becoming a god and becoming a saint, Yaen San chose to become a saint.    

Yaen San turned around and walked in front of Hong. Hong threw herself into his arms without caring about her image. A pair of pink fists fell on Yaen San's shoulders like rain.    

She bit her lips tightly and was so sad that she could not say a word.    

Wang Hao also felt some heartache. Once he became a saint, he would never have the chance to become a supreme being in his life, and his path to becoming a god would be completely cut off.    

How could Yaen San, who was known as the peerless genius of mankind, end up like this?    

Yaen San looked at Wang Hao and said, "Don't advance."    

Wang Hao nodded his head heavily. He understood the meaning behind Yaen San's words. Martial cultivation was like building a building. Only when every floor was sturdy could one cultivate into a ten-thousand-story tall tower.    

He relied on the experience potion to level up. Although it looked convenient and fast, it left behind countless hidden dangers. If these hidden dangers were not removed, he would choose to break through to the Spiritual Martial Force. It would restrict his future achievements.    

"I understand."    

Yaen San did not say anything else as he disappeared with the red color.    

Jingjing walked in front of Wang Hao and looked at the place where Yaen San had just stood. Her eyes were filled with adoration.    

"Master, that's Master?"    

"Yes, the Sword Heart Art that you have learnt is passed down to you by Master."    

"Master is so handsome! Jingjing will also become a carefree figure like Master in the future!"    

"Yes, Jingjing will definitely become such a figure."    

...    

The sun gradually set. In a dense forest, there was a cliff. On top of the cliff, there were two people sitting opposite each other.    

There were still tears in her red eyes. She could not accept it. She could not accept the result of Yaen San becoming a saint.    

"When we met, there was only the Essence Martial Stage Realm. You were one of the top geniuses in the sect, but I was a stupid disciple that even my teacher despised."    

Hong was immersed in her memories. It was as if she was looking at herself, who looked young and inexperienced hundreds of years ago.    

"It was you who had been helping me. From the Essence Martial to the Divine Martial realm, I have always been following your footsteps. If it wasn't for your guidance and encouragement, I wouldn't have been able to achieve what I have today."    

"When you decided to accept me as your disciple, I tried to dissuade you. At that time, you were already a Divine Martial Peak, and it was only a matter of time before you broke through to the Sovereign realm."    

"But you are the one who cared about your disciple the most, and you refused to listen to my advice. You just smiled and told me that it wouldn't be a problem for me to teach a stupid guy like you to the Divine Martial Stage."    

"After he died, you had a heart demon that you couldn't get rid of for a hundred years. I was already a supreme being, yet you were still struggling bitterly."    

...    

"When I heard from Qian Ji that you have taken in a new disciple, I was truly happy for you. I thought that you had finally walked out of the shadows. I didn't expect that you would..."    

Yaen San did not interrupt. He just quietly listened to Hong's narration. He kept listening until Hong stopped talking.    

He reached out his hand and picked the soft hair on Hong's forehead to his ear. He looked at Hong's eyes. There was no more slovenly and unrestrained look on his face. Instead, it was a gaze as pure as a stream.    

"I gave the Pure Heart Jade to Hao."    

A single sentence pierced through her red heart. Her face was filled with panic as she hurriedly asked, What?" Why? "    

The Pure Heart Jade could suppress inner demons. Without the Pure Heart Jade, what could Yaen San do?    

" Hao is the same as me. He also has inner demons. What's more terrifying is that his inner demon is himself. Although his realm is high, he is still young and inexperienced. If the inner demon continues to develop, it will completely destroy him! "    

"But... what do you want to do?"    

Yaen San smiled and said, "After losing the Pure Heart Jade, the heart demon often appears. Only now did I realize that just suppressing it will make it impossible for me to get rid of it for the rest of my life!"    

"Only by possessing an extraordinary heart can one give birth to inner demons. If you want to get rid of the inner demons, you can only use your extraordinary heart to resist them."    

"The limit of mortals is a saint, so I chose to become a saint without any regrets."    

Hong bit her lips tightly, "But you... are really willing?"    

The reason why martial artists cultivate in defiance of the natural order is to climb to a higher peak. After becoming a saint, they cut off the possibility of having higher achievements.    

"Not willing!" Yaen San said resolutely. "It's precisely because I'm unwilling that I want to kill the heart demon even more!"    

"Saints can't become gods? What others can't do doesn't mean that I, Yaen San, can't do it!"    

Hong Chi looked at Yaen San in a daze. His entire body was filled with confidence, as if he had just seen Yaen San for the first time.