"The Universe Thirteen Swords consist of thirteen sword moves. Once mastered, one can shake the heavens and earth, and cleave the sun, moon, and stars!"
Seeing this information, Ye Chen was astonished. Shake the heavens and earth, cleave the sun, moon, and stars? This was simply preposterous!
[Sword manual delivered.]
[Sword moves integrated. Host may now learn the first style: Spring Thunder!]
Suddenly, information appeared in Ye Chen's mind. Spring Thunder was an opening strike, swift as a thunderbolt, striking before the target could even cover their ears!
Ye Chen silently contemplated the first sword, Spring Thunder. He recited the internal mantra and launched his blade. His True Qi surged like a torrential flood, breaking through a dam and pouring out in an instant. A radiant beam of light erupted, carrying a sharp and overwhelming Sword Intent.
*Whoosh!*
A cold glint slashed through the air!
*Boom!*
With a thunderous crash, the massive boulder in front of Ye Chen was cleaved in two.
At that moment, Second Senior Sister Murong Qingxue turned around, alerted by the sound. Her typically cold expression transformed into one of pure astonishment. She stared at her Junior Brother, Ye Chen, in disbelief. She understood that he possessed a Divine Spiritual Root and would naturally cultivate quickly, but this was his first time practicing the sword. How could he possibly unleash such a lethal sword aura? Could her Junior Brother be a genius of the sword?
[Ding! Congratulations to the host for successfully mastering the first sword. Unlocking the second sword: Autumn Water!]
The Universe Thirteen Swords were true to their name; there were thirteen in total. The first was Spring Thunder, the second was Autumn Water.
Ye Chen unleashed his first strike, then flowed seamlessly into the second. He slashed horizontally, the movement fluid and endless, like a bubbling stream. The resulting sword light was as soft and lingering as autumn water—hard to sever, harder to unravel.
The system continued to unlock the moves for Ye Chen one after another: the third, Green Plum; the fourth, Bamboo Horse; the fifth, Qingfeng; the sixth, Bright Moon; the seventh, Drifting Snow; the eighth, Red Makeup; the ninth, So Close; the tenth, World's End; the eleventh, Yin and Yang; the twelfth, Immortal God; and the thirteenth, Universe!
One strike followed the next. The first four moves were like a shy maiden, affectionate and flowing. The middle six were like a woman deep in love, accompanied by the breeze and the moon, drinking wine beneath peach blossoms—the moves were filled with emotion, strikes without regret. The final three moves, however, were brimming with killing intent. They surged forward as if to defy the heavens, slay the gods, and shatter the universe itself, displaying a majestic, overwhelming power.
The thirteen swords evolved in Ye Chen's hands, one after another. Fierce Sword Intent surged like a river, layer upon layer. In the Second Senior Sister's practice pool, the intent flew wildly, carving mark after mark into the jagged rocks.
At this moment, Second Senior Sister Murong Qingxue watched her Junior Brother’s performance in utter shock. Although his execution was still raw, it held a profound mystery—far more refined than any sword move she had ever studied. Her cold face betrayed her shock, her small mouth slightly agape, her heart utterly stirred!
By the eleventh sword!
Ye Chen slashed out—a strike to invert Yin and Yang! Instantly, a massive beam of light tore through the horizon. The heavens roared, the balance of Yin and Yang was upended, and thunder crashed all around. A chilling light enveloped the entire Xianyuan Holy Land.
"What is that?" one disciple asked, looking toward the light.
"That's Senior Sister Murong's practice pool. Did she comprehend a new technique?" another exclaimed in surprise.
"This move... it looks even fiercer than Senior Sister's!"
As they spoke, a man in white flew toward the practice pool on his sword. He landed gracefully just outside the perimeter.
"Was that...?"
"That's Uncle Master Zhao Qiyang, the Peak Master of Tianqi Peak!"
The crowd was stunned. Zhao Qiyang, the master of Tianqi Peak, was known as the Sword Immortal of Xianyuan Holy Land; he was their most formidable swordsman. He had always favored Ye Chen's Second Senior Sister and had originally wanted to take her as his apprentice. However, only Xinyao Peak could accept female disciples, so he had missed out on such a promising talent. Otherwise, with Murong Qingxue’s potential and his guidance, she would undoubtedly have become the greatest Sword Immortal in the sect, perhaps even surpassing him.
Because of this, Zhao Qiyang kept a close watch on her. Seeing such a powerful display of light from her practice pool, he had been filled with curiosity and rushed over. He was not alone; many powerful elders had also gathered outside the pool. However, since Murong Qingxue was in the middle of training, none dared to interrupt for fear of causing her to suffer a cultivation deviation.
Inside the pool, Ye Chen unleashed the twelfth sword: Immortal God! A strike to slay the gods!
The Great Dao roared between heaven and earth as a massive pillar of light descended from the sky. The world seemed to weep and scream in awe. It was as if this single strike could annihilate the immortals in heaven. Seeing this, Zhao Qiyang leaned forward, his body rigid; even he could not manifest such a profound sword intent. The disciples outside were rendered completely speechless.
Ye Chen, of course, was oblivious to the audience; he was entirely focused on his own path. Though each move was profound, he knew the potential of the Universe Thirteen Swords was far greater. Because he was only in the Early Core Formation Realm, his output was limited. If he reached the Void Piercing Realm or higher, his strikes would surely possess the power of a Celestial Being—slaying gods and cleaving the heavens was not out of reach!
But for now, he focused on mastering the moves. He took a deep breath, steadied his mind, gripped the sword with both hands, and launched the thirteenth sword.
A strike to cleave the universe!
*Boom!*
A deafening explosion echoed. A violent beam of light erupted from the practice pool, seemingly imbued with the laws of the universe and the power of the heavens. It shot straight toward a nearby small mountain.
The crowd watched in silence as the light sliced through the peak.
The next second, even Zhao Qiyang, the strongest swordsman in the Xianyuan Holy Land, couldn't remain seated. The small mountain had been sliced clean in half at the waist and began to slide down.
The elders and disciples were completely stunned.
"Has... Murong Qingxue reached such a realm?" an elder muttered, staring at the severed mountain.
"Within ten years, our Xianyuan Holy Land will produce another Sword Immortal!" another elder immediately added.
Zhao Qiyang was dumbstruck, at a complete loss for words. That level of swordsmanship was a realm he himself had never even touched!