Chapter 1203: Sword Peak

He glanced at the crimson fire raven behind him, gritted his teeth, and abruptly changed direction, flying off in another direction, covering a hundred zhang in an instant.

"Caw! Caw!"

The crimson fire raven suddenly accelerated, giving chase.

In less than ten breaths, the crimson fire raven was within three hundred zhang of Wang Qingshan.

The fire raven opened its mouth and spewed out rolling flames. Where the flames passed, the void twisted, seemingly unable to withstand the intense heat.

The Azure Glaze Sword in Wang Qingshan's hand gently vibrated, and a large swathe of azure sword energy swept out, forming a hundred-zhang-long azure sword light that struck the crimson flames.

Boom!

The azure sword light was shattered by the crimson flames, but Wang Qingshan was already hundreds of zhang away.

Another ten breaths passed, and a thousand-zhang peak appeared ahead, shrouded in a thick mist.

A whistling sound came from behind, as hundreds of giant fireballs, as large as water vats, rained down from above, unleashing a wave of scorching heat.

Boom!

After shattering dozens of giant fireballs, Wang Qingshan was still hit by more than a dozen, and a sea of crimson fire engulfed his figure.

The crimson fire raven was about to employ other tactics when suddenly, a sharp sword cry echoed from the peak. The next moment, a seven-colored sword energy, over a thousand zhang long, shot out, carrying a world-destroying aura, and slashed towards the crimson fire raven.

The seven-colored sword energy instantly reached the crimson fire raven, moving at an incredibly fast speed.

The fire raven hurriedly spewed out rolling flames, but the flames were like thin paper, shredded by the seven-colored sword energy.

The crimson fire raven flapped its wings, attempting to dodge, but it was too late. Its claw was severed by the seven-colored sword energy, leaving a bloody mess.

It was a fourth-tier demonic bird; even a magic treasure shouldn't have been able to sever its claw with a single strike.

The crimson sea of fire suddenly exploded. Wang Qingshan, looking weak and pale, transformed into a streak of azure light and flew towards the peak.

Seeing its prey about to escape, the crimson fire raven naturally wouldn't give up. It intended to pursue Wang Qingshan, but just then, a large expanse of seven-colored sword energy flew out from the peak, powerfully slashing towards the crimson fire raven.

The crimson fire raven was startled. It flapped its wings, made a turn, and flew off in another direction.

As Wang Qingshan approached within fifty zhang of the peak, a powerful suction force suddenly appeared, as if an invisible hand was pushing him towards the summit.

Wang Qingshan's expression changed. A strong azure light erupted from his body as he tried to evade.

The suction force immediately intensified, and Wang Qingshan's body was uncontrollably drawn towards the peak.

The surroundings changed, and Wang Qingshan abruptly found himself on a peak bristling with flying swords.

The ground was overgrown with weeds, and many flying swords were visible. Some swords had only their hilts remaining, while others shimmered with fluctuating spiritual light.

"This is a Sword Peak!"

Wang Qingshan was somewhat surprised. A Sword Peak was a training ground for swordsmen. Generally, major powers would establish a Sword Peak to temper their juniors.

While establishing a Sword Peak was easy, making it truly powerful was difficult. First, it required a vast number of flying swords. Second, it needed hundreds or thousands of years of accumulation for the Sword Peak to gain its power.

The Wang family also had a Sword Peak, but it was only a little over a hundred years old and had not yet become powerful. It housed over a thousand flying swords, mostly artifact-grade, with only a few magic treasure-grade.

As Wang Qingshan appeared, a gust of wind swept through, and the sound of sword cries intensified. The flying swords embedded in the ground swayed, emitting clear sword cries.

"Isn't True Person Jinyue a refiner? When did he become a sword cultivator?"

Wang Qingshan murmured to himself, an incredulous expression on his face.

Considering that the fourth-tier demonic bird might still be lurking nearby, Wang Qingshan did not leave immediately. He sat down cross-legged, took out a white porcelain bottle, poured out a blue pill, consumed it, and began meditating to recover.

After about fifteen minutes, Wang Qingshan's pale complexion regained its color.

He stood up and looked around.

The ground was overgrown with weeds. Some flying swords were heavily rusted, with vines climbing their blades, and there was a large pile of broken metal on the ground.

Wang Qingshan pulled out a rusted long sword. The pattern on its hilt was blurred.

He reinserted the long sword into its original position and began walking up the mountain.

Along the way, he saw a vast number of flying swords, each with a unique design, some being artifacts and others magic treasures.

Wang Qingshan pondered, "Could this not be True Person Jinyue's final resting place, but rather the ruins of a major cultivation sect? Who would establish a Sword Peak in their final resting place?"

With this question in mind, he continued his ascent.

About fifteen minutes later, Wang Qingshan reached the halfway point of the mountain, and his expression became solemn.

He felt as though something on the mountain was calling to him, a sensation he had never experienced before.

Wang Qingshan took a deep breath and stepped forward.

A sharp sword cry rang out. Multicolored sword energy shot out from the mountain, weaving into a massive sword net that enveloped Wang Qingshan.

A startling sword intent erupted from Wang Qingshan's body. He slashed the Azure Glaze Sword towards the void, and a large swathe of sharp azure sword energy swept out, striking the incoming sword net.

Boom!

The sword net was shattered by the azure sword energy, sending waves of air rolling.

Wang Qingshan continued up the mountain. The flying swords embedded in the ground occasionally released large amounts of sword energy, striking at Wang Qingshan, but he easily neutralized them.

Fifteen minutes later, Wang Qingshan appeared in a large blue stone plaza.

In the center of the plaza was a ten-zhang-wide blue stone platform. Inserted into the platform was a shimmering blue flying sword, its hilt carved with a lotus pattern. Surrounding the stone platform were thirty-six thick blue stone pillars, each engraved with a flying sword of a different design.

A tall, golden-robed old man stood on the blue stone platform, sweating profusely and looking slightly pale.

"Who's hiding there? Get out!"

Wang Qingshan's expression turned cold. The Azure Glaze Sword in his hand emitted a clear cry, and a large swathe of azure sword energy swept out, striking a certain part of the void.

A flash of yellow light appeared, and a large yellow glow flew out, blocking the azure sword energy. A graceful young woman in a yellow dress and a broad-shouldered, stout middle-aged man were revealed.

If Wang Qingshan's divine sense hadn't been so powerful, he might have fallen victim to their ambush.

"Fellow Daoist Wang, don't misunderstand. We meant no harm. We thought you were an enemy."

The young woman in the yellow dress said with a forced smile. They had personally witnessed Wang Qingshan's strength. Even with three of them, they dared not claim they could kill Wang Qingshan.

They couldn't compare to Wang Qingshan, who had three Nascent Soul cultivators backing him. Wang Qingshan surely had trump cards.

"Enemies? Hmph, this sword is fated for me. You may leave! I can pretend nothing happened."

Wang Qingshan said in a deep voice, his gaze fixed on the blue flying sword.

He now understood. This Sword Peak was built to nurture this flying sword. Through the power of formations, it absorbed the sword energy from other flying swords and refined it into this one. Judging by the astonishing spiritual energy it emitted, this flying sword was already a spirit treasure.

Magic treasures are categorized from low to high as ordinary magic treasures, ancient treasures, spirit treasures, and Heaven-reaching spirit treasures. This flying sword was already a spirit treasure, something even Nascent Soul cultivators would covet.

The young woman in the yellow dress and her companion were clearly hiding with ill intentions. Wang Qingshan did not wish to slaughter them.

"Fated for you? Fellow Daoist Wang, there's a certain order to things. What you're doing is going too far."

The young woman in the yellow dress said coldly. For a spirit treasure, she was willing to fight Wang Qingshan. One man could not fight four hands. Wang Qingshan was alone, and she refused to believe he could kill all three of them.