Chapter 105: Dual Swords Unleashed

"Lin Qian's physical strength may only be at the Nirvana Realm, but it's comparable to a peak Void-Breaking Realm cultivator who specializes in body refinement," Zhang Juncheng silently marveled, still standing in place.

Suddenly, Lin Qian's aura shifted, drawing Zhang Juncheng's attention. He looked up, his expression changing slightly.

At that moment, nine golden dragons circled around Lin Qian, all formed from a bright yellow soul force, protecting the figure in the center.

Not only that, but the dragons appeared lifelike, and what caught Zhang Juncheng's eye were the scales on the dragons, which seemed to be made of ice crystals. Additionally, the dragon claws were wrapped in crimson-gold lightning.

"Artifact Armament!"

As Lin Qian's shout echoed, two sword-shaped artifact cores floated in front of him. Eighteen artifact components, nine for each side, merged into the cores.

One sword had a slightly wider blade, its body pitch-black with crimson-gold lightning patterns etched on it, surrounded by crackling lightning.

The other sword had a narrower blade, its body pure white with light blue cloud patterns, emanating a chilling aura.

With the Thunder Night Sword in one hand and the Cloud Sword in the other, Lin Qian stood, eyes locked on Zhang Juncheng.

"Hiss!" Zhang Juncheng couldn't help but draw in a sharp breath when he saw Lin Qian in this state.

A Nirvana Realm cultivator with three soul force attributes, two martial souls—both ancestral-level—and unprecedented twelve rounds of Nirvana.

"My heavens, what kind of monster am I witnessing?" Zhang Juncheng's eyes widened, unable to close his mouth as he stared at Lin Qian.

"Senior Zhang, here I come!" Lin Qian's shout came from the other side.

As his words fell, Lin Qian's figure vanished from his original position, charging at Zhang Juncheng with incredible speed.

"Fast!" Zhang Juncheng's pupils contracted as he watched Lin Qian, surrounded by the nine golden dragons, rush toward him. He sighed inwardly.

Moreover, Zhang Juncheng noticed that Lin Qian had clearly taken his earlier advice to heart, with far fewer openings in his movements.

Zhang Juncheng focused and condensed a long sword with his soul force, slashing out to meet Lin Qian's dual swords—one black, one white.

As the swords clashed, Zhang Juncheng was taken aback by the force transmitted through the blades. Lin Qian's destructive power far exceeded his expectations, even forcing him to take three steps back.

"There's hope!" Seeing Zhang Juncheng retreat three steps, Lin Qian's face lit up with joy as he pressed his attack with a flurry of sword strikes.

After three moves...

Bang!

Lin Qian was sent flying again, crashing to the ground. However, he didn't feel discouraged. Instead, he simply smiled bitterly as he got up, "As expected of an ancient sect master, my experience is still lacking."

What he didn't know was that Zhang Juncheng was even more shocked.

To Zhang Juncheng, Lin Qian was like a perfect uncut gem. Once fully polished, he would undergo a complete transformation.

If Zhang Juncheng had agreed to spar with Lin Qian out of a sense of repayment earlier, now he was doing so willingly.

As someone who had once led a vast sect, Zhang Juncheng had a deep appreciation for rare talents. And Lin Qian was more than just a rare talent—he was a monstrous genius.

Now, Zhang Juncheng was genuinely excited. If Lin Qian's combat experience improved under his guidance, allowing him to fully utilize his potential, the results would be astounding.

With this mindset, Zhang Juncheng's training became even more rigorous. Lin Qian found himself repeatedly sent flying, his body covered in bruises and injuries.

His situation was now exactly like when he had trained Lei Qian—except now, Lin Qian was the one getting beaten up.

Nevertheless, Lin Qian cherished this opportunity. Being guided by a strong cultivator of this caliber was a rare chance.

Although his Huaxia Empire had many generals more powerful than Zhang Juncheng, the game's settings prevented loyal empire units from sparring with the player. Thus, training with them was impossible.

As Lin Qian worked hard to make the most of this opportunity, Zhang Juncheng silently marveled at his terrifying learning ability.

Time flew by, and before they knew it, a month had passed since Lin Qian and the others had entered the ancient relic.

At noon, a month later, the portal to the ancient relic began to shimmer, and figures were expelled from within, landing on the square in front of the portal.

Seeing their disciples emerge, the three sect masters and five clan leaders hurried forward to greet them.

"What happened? Why are there only two of you?" Mei Yuexia, the sect master of the Divine Sword Sect, asked coldly, glaring at Ma Shaoyuan and Shi Sanmei.

After all, both Ye Xin and Fu Heng, who entered with them, held important positions in the sect. Yet now, neither of them had returned.

Faced with their furious sect master, Ma Shaoyuan and Shi Sanmei trembled with fear, not daring to hide anything. They were prepared to honestly explain the whole situation.

"What? You entered a death zone? Lin Qian abducted Fu Heng?" Before Ma Shaoyuan and Shi Sanmei could finish, Mei Yuexia's face contorted in anger, and she shouted.

Immediately, Mei Yuexia stormed over to Qin Wushuang, her face cold as ice. "Sect Master Qin, you owe me an explanation."

"An explanation? It seems it's your Divine Sword Sect that owes an explanation!" Qin Wushuang retorted, his face equally cold.

He had already learned everything from Lei Qian and the others.

"What do you mean by that?"

"Meaning? Lei Qian, explain everything to Sect Master Mei!" Qin Wushuang snorted coldly, motioning to Lei Qian.

Lei Qian nodded and recounted the entire story, including Fu Heng's attempts to humiliate Ye Xin. He left nothing out.

When Mei Yuexia heard this, her face grew even colder. She turned and glared at Ma Shaoyuan and Shi Sanmei, "Is what the Wanxiang Sect disciple said true?"

Ma Shaoyuan and Shi Sanmei exchanged glances before quickly kneeling, "Sect Master, it was Fu Heng who forced us to help him. We didn't willingly go along with him."

"Damn it!" Mei Yuexia's face turned icy. In her eyes, Fu Heng had brought this upon himself.

Her only concern now was that, according to Lei Qian, Lin Qian and Ye Xin had remained in the death zone and hadn't emerged yet.

Normally, once time was up, they would receive the relic's rewards and be expelled from the relic.

The fact that Lin Qian and Ye Xin hadn't come out yet likely meant they were in grave danger.

Just then, a shadow emerged from the portal, drawing everyone's attention.

"How can it be him?" Lei Qian exclaimed in shock when he saw the person who had stepped out. The man was clad in black armor, his expression cold—it was the same soldier he had seen before.