Infinite Save: I Cultivate Immortality Through Reincarnation

A flash of blood-colored sword light shot upward to meet the cyan-robed swordsman descending from the sky.

In such a situation, anyone would think that Su Hongzhen was at a disadvantage.

A Martial Spring Realm cultivator suspended in midair was essentially a sitting duck to opponents of the same realm.

But if the gap in strength was too vast, that could completely compensate for it.

Within a single breath, He An struck out dozens of times toward Su Hongzhen’s ankles in midair. With each thrust, the tip of the Mingxue Sword spat out roughly half an inch of crimson blood qi.

This was the best opportunity He An had managed to seize since the duel began—the moment that could allow him to defeat Su Hongzhen.

Although less than five breaths had passed since the start of the match, the two had already clashed and countered each other more than ten times in that brief window.

But just as the sword tip wreathed in half an inch of blood qi was about to slash into Su Hongzhen’s ankle, the latter’s toes suddenly dropped downward, landing squarely on the spine of the Mingxue Sword.

He An’s heart sank.

The young disciples gathered around the arena, eager to witness this peak battle between Martial Spring Realm swordsmen, rubbed their eyes as if unable to believe what they were seeing.Su Hongzhen hung in midair, his feet alternating between stepping on the tip and spine of the Mingxue Sword. Each landing was perfectly timed in the gaps between He An’s strikes. Not only was he unharmed by He An’s sword qi, but he even used the recoil to stabilize his descending body in the air. His cyan daoist robe fluttered with remarkable steadiness, as if he were standing on solid ground.

Monster!

An unprecedented monster!

The footwork and true qi control Su Hongzhen displayed were far beyond what a Martial Spring Realm cultivator should be capable of.

Even many Spirit Connection Realm cultivators, whose spiritual senses were vastly enhanced, could not achieve such precision in true qi manipulation.

Yet this cyan-robed swordsman could do it.

No one was paying attention to the tail end of the match anymore—to what kind of gesture He An would make to bid farewell to his identity as a swordsman.

The cultivators present were completely immersed in Su Hongzhen’s dazzling performance.

Even the Imperial Envoy Elders of the Five Great Sects turned their gazes toward the Mirage Palace’s Imperial Envoy Elder.

Such an unprecedented heaven-chosen talent had been recommended by the Daomen Xingzou of Mirage Palace.

First Zhou Jinyun, and now Su Hongzhen.

If these two could both grow smoothly, then a thousand years from now, Mirage Palace—sitting on two Ascending to Immortality realm cultivators and two immortal artifacts—might very well rise above the other four great sects in status.

Of course, it was only a possibility.

Because this world had always been full of countless variables.

The Kongshan Sect currently had three Dao Union realm great powers as its pillars, and among its younger generation, there was Li Haoran, whose talent was no less than Zhou Jinyun’s.

And no one could say whether the other three great sects might produce even more outstanding heaven-chosen talents.

After all, as the cultivators of this era saw it, what awaited the Chenping Continent was a flourishing age of cultivation comparable to the era of Heavenly Summit Mountain.

Among the other major sects present, some naturally harbored the thought that Su Hongzhen could not be allowed to continue growing. But for now, those thoughts had to stay buried in their hearts.

No one dared make a move on Heavenly Summit Mountain, because it would lead to the complete disgrace of their entire sect throughout Chenping Continent.

Unless they could kill everyone on Heavenly Summit Mountain.

But in this world on the cusp of a glorious cultivation era, how could such a madman exist?

Even if someone wanted to harm Su Hongzhen, it would only be possible after the Dao Inquiry Assembly of Chenping Continent ended.

Let’s shift the focus back to the arena.

Sweat was beading on He An’s forehead. Every time Su Hongzhen stepped onto the spine or tip of the Mingxue Sword in his hand, the cyan-robed swordsman’s true qi would travel down the blade and jolt into He An’s palm and tiger’s mouth—the web between his thumb and forefinger.

He did not have Su Hongzhen’s level of true qi control and could not neutralize that recoil force.

Thus, He An’s wrist had already gone numb, and his tiger’s mouth ached painfully from the shocks.

He An clenched his teeth, his gaze locking onto the scabbard at Su Hongzhen’s waist—the one that had once belonged to Realman Cangyue.

Until now, Su Hongzhen had not touched the hilt of the Xun-Li Sword, not even for an instant.

Then a flash of ruthless determination flickered in He An’s eyes. He forcibly resisted the recoil true qi transmitting from the blade to the hilt, to the point that the tiger’s mouth gripping the Mingxue Sword was torn open. He forcibly transformed his thrust into a slash, carving another streak of crimson blood qi toward the sky in a sweeping arc.

Su Hongzhen’s toes also suddenly exerted force at that moment. His entire body drifted upward by about half a foot just before He An’s slash erupted, and his posture tilted back slightly.

The crimson sword qi nearly grazed the lapel of Su Hongzhen’s daoist robe as it shot into the sky, surging forward over a hundred zhang toward the clear, boundless horizon before finally dissipating.

After that strike missed, He An’s hand holding the Mingxue Sword jerked downward. The crimson blade edge scraped across the ground, leaving a shallow sword scar about half an inch deep on the arena floor.

A few drops of blood dripped from his tiger’s mouth, landing on the bluestone bricks of the arena. Their color was even redder than the Mingxue Sword in his hand.

Su Hongzhen’s cyan daoist robe traced an arc through the air before he finally landed on the arena floor about three zhang away from He An. His feet touched the ground as lightly as drifting leaves.

He did not press the attack. He simply stood there, looking in He An’s direction.

If Su Hongzhen had wished, he could have easily defeated He An during the opening left by that desperate strike.

But he did not do so.

Because Su Hongzhen felt that it was not enough.

”Please, Your Excellency, show me your true skill as the Southern Region’s top swordsman.”

Su Hongzhen said softly.

He An, still panting in place, was momentarily stunned. Then he smiled, raised his head, and once again fixed his gaze on the scabbard at Su Hongzhen’s waist.

He still could not fully let go of the fact that this scabbard—originally belonging to the fifth-generation Steward of Heavenly Summit Mountain, which Realman Cangyue had carried in his youth—was now here.

But today, what he found even harder to accept was that Su Hongzhen had still not drawn the Xun-Li Sword from that scabbard.

He An indeed had not yet unleashed his full strength.

Because he had hoped that, at the very least, he could force Su Hongzhen’s sword out of its sheath before engaging in the final showdown.

But now it seemed he lacked the ability to make his opponent draw his blade.

In that case...

He An raised the Mingxue Sword in his hand, then gripped the blade with his left palm.