Invincible Divine Sword

Chapter 425: Chapter 425 Who Are You?

Mu Yunchun’s hands were tender, smooth, and silky soft, as if boneless.

With her boneless hands holding his, Yang Xiaotian smiled and said, “Yes, I’ve come back.”

Mu Yunchun, still excitedly gripping Yang Xiaotian’s hand, had a face that seemed to be a mix of playful scolding, joy, grievance, and charm, “Little brother has been gone for over two years. You never came back to see your sister, did you forget about me?”

Yang Xiaotian shook his head and chuckled, “No, I’ve always remembered sister.”

Hearing this, Mu Yunchun’s heart felt as sweet as if she had drunk honey, her entire face blushing with delight, “Little brother, you’re going to stay for a while before you leave this time, right?”

Yang Xiaotian nodded and smiled, “Yes, I’ll stay for a few more days before leaving.”

This time, his return was not only to retrieve the Hand of Azure God but also to visit the Sword Ancestor Ji Wudi and seek guidance on the Sword Dao from him. He wanted to refine his Sword Dao once more and see if he could condense the fifteenth Sword Heart.

Therefore, he needed to stay for a while before departing.

Upon hearing that Yang Xiaotian would stay for some days before leaving, Mu Yunchun’s pretty face beamed with happiness, coquettishly suggesting, “Then little brother should stay at my Peach Blossom Peak.”

When Mu Yunchun suggested that Yang Xiaotian should stay at Peach Blossom Peak, all the surrounding disciples swallowed hard.

Mu Yunchun was naturally endowed with the Heart of Ice and Charm Bones Physique. If one were to stay at Peach Blossom Peak, wouldn’t their nights be blissfully pleasurable?

All the disciples looked on with envy and jealousy toward Yang Xiaotian, nearly driven mad by their feelings.

Yang Xiaotian hesitated for a moment, then laughed, “Alright, then I’ll stay at sister’s Peach Blossom Peak tonight.”

Tomorrow, he had to visit Sword Ancestor Ji Wudi for Sword Dao guidance, and after that, he could no longer stay at Mu Yunchun’s Peach Blossom Peak.

Mu Yunchun, overjoyed upon hearing that Yang Xiaotian would stay at her Peach Blossom Peak that very night, her chest bouncing with glee, exclaimed, “Alright, it’s settled then, I’ll brew some peach blossom tea later.”

Peach blossom tea again?

Yang Xiaotian made a face, laughing, “Sister, could we have a different kind of tea?”

Watching Yang Xiaotian making a face, Mu Yunchun giggled melodiously, “Alright, then tonight we won’t drink peach blossom tea, let’s drink Da Hong Pao instead.”

Yang Xiaotian broke into a sweat.

So, tea was inevitable tonight.

Thus, Mu Yunchun, with radiant joy, took Yang Xiaotian by the hand and flew towards her Peach Blossom Peak.

The disciple stood there, bewildered, watching the fading figures of Mu Yunchun and Yang Xiaotian and felt as if ten thousand horses had trampled through his heart.

Just as Mu Yunchun was leading Yang Xiaotian towards Peach Blossom Peak, they saw a group of Celestial Burial Academy disciples flying toward them head-on.

This group of disciples came with an aggressive momentum, seemingly heading straight for the pair.

The leader was a twenty-year-old young man, dressed in a flamboyant red brocade robe, appearing quite dashing.

Upon seeing this showy man, Mu Yunchun frowned.

This young man, named Du Hongqing, was a new disciple who joined this year, and his talent was terrifying. During the registration, he broke the record on the talent testing stele, with a value that surged to seven thousand!

Although it wasn’t as astonishing as Yang Xiaotian’s record of seven thousand three hundred and twenty-one, it still reached seven thousand one hundred and seventy-nine.

When Du Hongqing’s talent test value was revealed, the whole Celestial Burial Academy was shocked; not only did it alarm Dean Wang Qing, but it also drew the attention of reclusive powerhouses like Sword Ancestor Ji Wudi.

Furthermore, Du Hongqing was taken as a Direct Disciple by one of the reclusive greats of the academy, the God of Asura.

Who is the God of Asura?

According to rumors, he is the grandson of the master of all gods.

In the Celestial Burial Academy, his status, prestige, and strength were second only to Sword Ancestor Ji Wudi.

Since joining the Celestial Burial Academy, Du Hongqing acted arrogantly, with little regard for others. He often pestered Mu Yunchun, causing her more trouble than He Jun and He Zhen of the He Family.

However, with the God of Asura backing him, she could do nothing against Du Hongqing.

Du Hongqing had spotted Yang Xiaotian and Mu Yunchun from a distance, and seeing Mu Yunchun affectionately holding Yang Xiaotian’s hand, his face immediately darkened.

Yang Xiaotian also saw Du Hongqing and his group approaching with a threatening air.

Mu Yunchun felt somewhat embarrassed and explained to Yang Xiaotian, “Little brother, you need to be careful. That flamboyant guy is Du Hongqing. He’s very strong in combat, a talent who joined the Celestial Burial Academy just this year. His talent test score reached seven thousand one hundred seventy-nine!”

Yang Xiaotian was surprised, “Seven thousand one hundred seventy-nine.”

“Yes,” said Mu Yunchun. “He, like you, broke through the seven thousand mark. At that time, even the Sword Ancestor Ji Wudi was alarmed, and later, he was taken as a Direct Disciple by the God of Asura.”

“God of Asura!” Both Yang Xiaotian and Demon Ape were taken aback.

Ten thousand years ago, the chief of all gods had dominated the Azure God Continent.

They all knew that the God of Asura was the grandchild of the supreme deity.

Mu Yunchun nodded, “Yes, he is now a Disciple of the God of Asura, and like you, he has condensed nine Invincible Sword Hearts.”

Initially, Yang Xiaotian had battled Wei Zongyuan at the Summit of Celestial Burial, unleashing the power of nine Sword Hearts. Mu Yunchun thought that Yang Xiaotian still had nine Sword Hearts.

As Mu Yunchun was speaking, Du Hongqing led his subordinates up to where Yang Xiaotian and the others stood.

Upon arriving, Du Hongqing didn’t beat around the bush. Staring at Yang Xiaotian, he said bluntly, “Kid, I’ve said it before, anyone who dares to touch Mu Yunchun will have their arms cut off. Will you do it yourself, or shall I make a move?”

Yang Xiaotian’s hand had not only touched, but it had been quite a gripping contact. Damn, he hadn’t even touched her yet.

Demon Ape’s eyes blazed with bloodthirsty rage when he heard the other party demanding Yang Xiaotian to cut off his own arms.

However, Yang Xiaotian stretched out his hand, halting Demon Ape.

He looked at Du Hongqing, too lazy for words, and said, “Make your move.”

Upon hearing this, Du Hongqing smirked, dark black flames bursting out of his body. Without any courtesy, he threw a fierce punch at Yang Xiaotian.

With his punch roared out, his form towering at the back seemed to be a thousand-zhang tall Asura, defying Heaven and Earth.

“Asura Divine Art!” Mu Yunchun exclaimed in shock.

She hadn’t expected Du Hongqing to use the Asura Divine Art right from the start.

The Asura Divine Art, the strongest Cultivation Technique of the God of Asura, was also the mightiest technique of the ancient Asura Demon Sect.

It was rumored that when the Asura Divine Art was cultivated to the apex, one could transform into an Asura, sweeping through rivals invincibly.

Faced with Du Hongqing’s incoming punch, Yang Xiaotian didn’t even look, simply lashing out with his palm and bursting the force of the punch. Before Du Hongqing could react, a terrifying power had already struck his chest, no, his entire body.

Crack!

Du Hongqing was sent hurtling backward, embedding into the mid-slope of a distant mountain.

The mountain rocks exploded.

A continuous thunderous roar ensued.

The newcomers who had followed Du Hongqing were stunned, staring in disbelief at Du Hongqing, who had been planted into the mountain.

The reputed ‘Son of Asura’ of the Celestial Burial Academy, Du Hongqing, had actually been slapped away.

Mu Yunchun’s cherry-like mouth was wide open, her face a picture of astonishment.

She knew Yang Xiaotian would win, but never imagined he would win so effortlessly.

This was no battle; it was practically swatting a fly.

After a moment, Du Hongqing, embedded in the mountain, shook with light, roaring in fury. His True Yuan violently burst forth, blowing the mountain apart, and he flew out, his hair disheveled, looking like a fierce ghost, his blood-red eyes fixed on Yang Xiaotian.

“Who are you?!”