Infinite Save: I Cultivate Immortality Through Reincarnation

The Kongshan Sect.

For the disciples of the Demon-Slaying Sword Sect, it was an existence that was completely lofty and utterly unreachable.

Shen Feiyang’s gaze fell on Chen Yan, his eyes growing increasingly grave. He then cupped his hands and bowed towards Chen Yan once more:

“I am the chief disciple of the Demon-Slaying Sword Sect, Shen Feiyang. May I ask how you are addressed, sir?”

“Just a nobody. My name isn’t worth mentioning.”

Chen Yan shook his head with a smile.

The various core disciples of the Demon-Slaying Sword Sect standing to the side all frowned. They seemed to think that this Kongyuan Mountain cultivator’s refusal to give his name was a rather pretentious act.

“May I ask, Chief Shen, what your current cultivation realm is?”

Chen Yan inquired.

“The peak of the Qi Circulation Realm,”

Shen Feiyang replied.

“Chief Shen truly is a young man of great promise,”

Chen Yan said with a laugh.

“Coincidentally, my current cultivation realm is also the peak of the Qi Circulation Realm.”

“Thank you for your praise, sir.”

Shen Feiyang bowed again. His conduct was quite proper when facing a cultivator from a major sect, a result of the careful instruction his grandfather Shen Mao had always given him.

Immediately after, Shen Feiyang continued,

“Since this is a spar, dare I ask if sir wishes to compete in spellcraft, weapon combat, or with no restrictions?”

“I have long heard that the Demon-Slaying Sword Sect is famous throughout the Qingque Kingdom for its swordsmanship. In that case, let’s compete with swords.”

As he spoke, Chen Yan gave a light flick of his hand in the air. Instantly, a steel sword appeared in his hand.

A Mystic Steel Sword.

This was a small souvenir he had obtained during his travels in Jin’an Country in the Southern Region of the Chenping Continent.

After that, it had always been kept inside his storage treasure.

“A storage treasure…”

The Demon-Slaying Sword Sect core disciple addressed by Ji Wan as Senior Brother Wang revealed a look of shock and muttered quietly,

“Goodness, is the Kongshan Sect so incredibly wealthy that even a Qi Circulation Realm disciple can carry a storage treasure on their person?”

“What did you think? Among the Kongshan Sect’s Three Mountains and Four Peaks, the scale of any single peak lineage is easily a hundred times greater than our entire Demon-Slaying Sword Sect.”

“Probably more than a hundred times, right?”

Those core disciples discussed amongst themselves.

“Very well. Please enlighten me, sir.”

Shen Feiyang nodded, then twirled the sword in his hand in a flourish before raising it into a guard stance.

Ji Wan clasped her fingers together and raised her hands before her chest.

Senior Brother Shen will definitely win.

She recited silently in her heart.

…

On the high platform.

Shen Mao and Li Haowen stood side by side before the railing, looking down at the two figures confronting each other in the training grounds below.

Shen Feiyang stood holding his sword, his guard stance standard and rigorous, his bearing solemn.

In contrast, Chen Yan merely held his sword casually in one hand, the tip even drooping lazily to touch the ground. His entire body seemed full of openings everywhere.

“Manager Li, this esteemed disciple from Kongyuan Mountain… doesn’t seem to have deeply studied swordsmanship?”

After observing for a while, Shen Mao turned towards Li Haowen beside him with some confusion.

Li Haowen, with his hands clasped behind his back, pondered for a moment, then said,

“To my knowledge, he indeed hasn’t really cultivated swordsmanship.”

Hearing this, Shen Mao slightly furrowed his brows, took a breath, and said,

“If he hasn’t cultivated swordsmanship, yet insists on competing with Feiyang using swords… isn’t this somewhat too dismissive of my Demon-Slaying Sword Sect?”

“……”

Li Haowen remained silent.

Immediately after, Shen Mao seemed to suddenly remember something and continued asking Li Haowen,

“Ah, right, Manager Li. This old man just noticed that esteemed disciple wears a token at his waist, engraved with the five characters ‘Kongshan Pivot Court’. Forgive my ignorance, but what kind of crucial institution is this Pivot Court of your esteemed sect?”

This question again left Li Haowen somewhat at a loss for words. He thought for a moment, then said,

“The Kongshan Pivot Court is the department within our sect responsible for preserving documents and handling affairs.”

After hearing Li Haowen’s answer, Shen Mao nodded.

So that’s what it is. Listening to Manager Li’s explanation, this so-called Kongshan Pivot Court was most likely the department within the Kongshan Sect that handles miscellaneous tasks.

Presumably, this young man accompanying Manager Li is just a miscellaneous affairs disciple.

The Demon-Slaying Sword Sect is located in the western borderlands of the Qingque Kingdom.

Due to its proximity to Shengyuan Mountain, the western borderlands of the Qingque Kingdom are relatively desolate.

And the immortal sects like the Demon-Slaying Sword Sect responsible for guarding Shengyuan Mountain are usually rather isolated in terms of news, and thus are not very familiar with the structure of the Five Great Sects.

They only know that the Kongshan Sect has Three Mountains and Four Peaks in total, with countless cultivators at the Passable God Realm, even the Myriad Transformations Realm.

To this day, they don’t even know that the Mirage Palace has already been destroyed.

“It’s about to begin.”

Li Haowen said.

Shen Mao looked towards the training grounds, at the figures of Shen Feiyang and Chen Yan, smiled and nodded, then turned towards Li Haowen’s direction and said,

“Manager Li, although you look down upon the disciples of my Demon-Slaying Sword Sect, this old man dares to guarantee that after you witness Feiyang’s spar with the esteemed disciple from Kongyuan Mountain, you will surely view the disciples of my Demon-Slaying Sword Sect in a new light.”

“… I’ll be watching with anticipation.”

Li Haowen said.

…

In truth, Chen Yan had once tried to cultivate swordsmanship, as mentioned before.

During his first life after transmigrating to this world, he spent a large sum to buy a good sword, and sought out a rather famous swordsman from the outer court, paying spirit stones for his guidance.

Unfortunately, after only two days of learning swordsmanship, that outer court disciple met an unexpected demise.

Chen Yan’s path as a swordsman thus came to an abrupt halt.

At this moment, Chen Yan held the sword in his right hand, casually resting the tip of the Mystic Steel Sword on the ground.

Standing about five zhang away opposite him, Shen Feiyang stared at Chen Yan’s direction with seven parts seriousness and three parts confusion.

Is this… looking down on me?

Shen Feiyang thought to himself.

Chen Yan’s relaxed attitude made Shen Feiyang quite angry.

Although his conduct was quite proper when dealing with disciples of major sects, that didn’t mean he considered himself inferior.

The real Shen Feiyang was actually quite arrogant, even somewhat conceited.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t have likely used that almost humiliating method to make Xiao Chen lose face before the many young disciples of the Demon-Slaying Sword Sect.

From the very first day Shen Feiyang began cultivating, he had been the number one genius of the Demon-Slaying Sword Sect.

From childhood to now, no peer had ever been his match.

Now standing before him was a Kongshan Sect disciple.

But what more did a Kongshan Sect disciple have than him?

Put another way, this person enjoyed the cultivation resources of the Kongshan Sect, yet his current cultivation realm was only the peak of the Qi Circulation Realm, the same as his own.

From this perspective, this person’s natural talent should be inferior to his own!

Thinking this, Shen Feiyang’s eyes focused.

True qi surged within his meridians, flowing towards the tip of his left foot. Then he forcefully pushed off the ground with his toes, his entire body lunging towards Chen Yan’s direction.

But he still held back some strength.

This sword strike was just a probe.

Yet the clear sensation of cutting into something solid transmitted from his right arm holding the sword.

This made him slightly stunned.

Did it hit?

Could it be, that simple?

No—

Why does it feel so light?

He turned his head to look at the sword in his hand.

… It’s broken.

Then, Shen Feiyang looked back towards the direction of the Kongshan Sect disciple behind him.

He saw that Kongshan Sect disciple, holding half a sword blade between two slender fingers.