Chapter 1103: Soybean Sword Technique

"I clearly said it was the Soybean Sword Style!" Immortal Fairy fumed, her spirits considerably lifted.

Lu Yang chose to ignore Immortal Fairy, stretching lazily. He felt exhausted from what seemed like a long seclusion, but creating his own sword style was certainly worth celebrating.

He just wondered how much time had passed.

Pushing open his cave dwelling, he found Dragon Ancestor and Phoenix Ancestor still playing Gobang, Yun Mengmeng still baking small cookies, and Jin Caiwei still researching the recording orb.

"I must have been in seclusion for a very long time... right?"

Since there was no change outside his cave before and after his seclusion, Lu Yang even doubted if he had secluded himself at all.

"Never mind, it's not important. I'll go find Old Meng!"

Old Meng had shown off in front of him before, so it was time to return the favor.

Lu Yang grabbed a handful of freshly baked cookies and excitedly went to find Old Meng.

The only distraction was Immortal Fairy quietly chanting "Soybean Sword Style" in his spiritual space.

At the entrance of Meng Jingzhou's cave, Old Ma was standing upright on two legs, holding up a drying rack and draping bundles of high-quality hay over it.

Although it could quickly dry hay using true fire, the hay produced by this method lacked a certain flavor and natural essence, unable to compare with naturally sun-dried and moon-dried hay.

"Is Old Meng still in seclusion?" Lu Yang saw Meng Jingzhou's cave tightly shut, with only Old Ma standing up to dry hay, which looked a bit unsettling from a distance.

"Let me help you." Lu Yang brushed the cookie crumbs from his hands and helped Old Ma set up the drying rack and dry the hay.

When Meng Jingzhou emerged from seclusion, he found the entrance to his cave dwelling almost entirely blocked by drying racks.

"Well, look who's finally out," Lu Yang said, swinging his Azure Edge Sword. The timing was perfect; he had just finished helping Old Ma dry the hay.

"Coming to find me on your own, it seems you've also created a technique?" Meng Jingzhou guessed the outcome just by looking at Lu Yang's smug expression, without Lu Yang having to say a word.

"And perfectly, my 'Peerless Fist Style' has also advanced to the second stage, the Nine Earths Realm!"

Meng Jingzhou felt that the numerical celestial techniques of the Nine Heavens Immortals were incredibly convenient. He could find names for both his fist style and its stages from them, simply taking and using them as they were.

"To battle!"

"Come on!"

Both being kind-hearted, they chose not to fight at the cave entrance, to avoid damaging Old Ma's drying hay, but instead moved to a slightly more distant spot.

Meng Jingzhou took two deep breaths, his mind calm and undisturbed. He looked down upon Lu Yang, implying that all heroes under heaven were merely mediocre.

"Peerless!"

His fists once again turned golden, raging in all directions. Even celebrated prodigies throughout history were no match for him, and Lu Yang himself felt the pressure.

Lu Yang transformed the pressure into motivation, unleashing a sword move never before seen in the world. Sword qi shimmered like a rainbow, dazzling and brilliant, indestructible. Sword gleams intertwined, forming a terrifying, impenetrable net that closed in on Meng Jingzhou.

"Excellent!"

Meng Jingzhou's muscles bulged, beads of sweat seeped out and rapidly evaporated into mist. He moved with an unknown stride, pressing forward step by step, his fist aura transforming into fist imprints, clashing with Lu Yang's impenetrable net in a desperate fight to the finish.

He vigorously swung his fists, shattering thousands of sword gleams.

"What a powerful sword style! What's this move called?"

Without thinking, Lu Yang blurted out, "Soybean Sword Style!"

As soon as he said it, he realized something was off. Ever since he emerged from seclusion, Immortal Fairy had been whispering "Soybean Sword Style" in his ear. Although he tried hard not to think about those four words, when asked, he unconsciously replied that way.

In his spiritual space, Immortal Fairy cheered, affirming that Little Yang indeed thought her name was better.

Qing He, acting as the historian, diligently wrote with furious strokes.

According to the "Book of Beans: Imperial Annals": When Emperor Dou Ling, Lu Yang, first created his sword style, Emperor Dou Tian praised his skill and bestowed upon it the name "Soybean Sword Style." Emperor Ling harbored doubts and dared not accept the decree. After a long time, deeply pondering the Heavenly Emperor's intention, he finally comprehended the essence of the sword style, realizing it truly harmonized with the name bestowed by the Heavenly Emperor. Understanding its meaning, he changed his previous thoughts and, by imperial decree, named it the "Soybean Sword Style."

"No, that's not right, this move is called the Immortal Sword..."

"What a fine Soybean Sword Style! Take this!" Meng Jingzhou gave Lu Yang no chance to explain, seizing the opportunity to push his fist style to the Ninth Realm.

Sword gleams moved in unison, slashing towards Meng Jingzhou, shaking heaven and earth. Meng Jingzhou swung his fists like rain, crushing the sword gleams with overwhelming force.

"Cough, cough—" Facing the Ninth Realm fist style, Lu Yang clearly struggled. The Immortal Sword Art he had just comprehended was still somewhat immature compared to the "Peerless Fist Style" refined through countless trials.

"Don't think you've won just yet! My sword style has a total of twelve forms, and I've only used the first one!"

"If you're so capable, use the remaining eleven forms of your sword style!"

"If you're so capable, use the remaining nine realms of your fist style!"

The two glared at each other. The subsequent moves were made up for show and couldn't be genuinely conjured on the spot.

"Let's continue!"

Meng Jingzhou's eyes flashed like lightning. Facing the overwhelming sword style, he remained unfazed, each punch capable of shattering sword gleams and even striking the Azure Edge Sword itself!

Terrifying fluctuations swept across heaven and earth like a tsunami, rushing in all directions.

The Immortal Sword Art was too raw, and Lu Yang quickly fell into a disadvantage, becoming the one on the defensive!

Lu Yang calmly pondered the flaws in the Immortal Sword Art. It was an unparalleled sword style he had forged from all his insights into swordsmanship, but was it truly the best move he could comprehend?

No, that wasn't right. He shouldn't be limited to swordsmanship; the spells he excelled at hadn't been fully developed yet. This wasn't his best move.

Thinking this, Lu Yang used the force of Meng Jingzhou's punch to leap a great step backward, tossing his Azure Edge Sword aside and facing Meng Jingzhou bare-handed.

Meng Jingzhou was amused. "Old Lu, aren't you a bit too confident in your physical strength? Although your body can rival a Soul Integration stage cultivator, it's not enough to contend with me!"

Facing Lu Yang, Meng Jingzhou saw no need to hold back, and his "Peerless Fist Style" became even more ferocious.

As soon as they clashed, Meng Jingzhou noticed something unusual about Lu Yang. Lu Yang's entire body was enveloped in sword qi, making it feel like sharp needles pricking him when he made contact.

Did he think this would deter him, young master Meng?

Meng Jingzhou's golden fists grew even more radiant, like molten gold, enveloped by runes, capable of shattering mountains and splitting seas with ease!

Lu Yang's movements became increasingly bizarre, as if he had completely integrated with his sword style. Meng Jingzhou felt as though he wasn't fighting Lu Yang, but rather a sword itself.

"No!" Meng Jingzhou suddenly realized what Lu Yang was trying to do, but he couldn't stop him.

"Azure Edge Sword Mimicry Fist!" Lu Yang performed Mimicry Fist, transforming himself into the appearance of the Azure Edge Sword!

Although wielding the Azure Edge Sword felt as natural as moving his own limb, it was still an external object, not truly a part of his body.

Now that Lu Yang had transformed into the Azure Edge Sword, he could finally unleash the full power of the Immortal Sword Art!

"Sword-Man!" Meng Jingzhou named the move.

"Nonsense! This is called 'Body as Sword'!" Lu Yang retorted angrily, then used his head to strike at Meng Jingzhou.

Facing Lu Yang, who had become a sword, Meng Jingzhou felt immense pressure. This move was indeed terrifying; the sword style's power had directly escalated to a new level. He once again shifted from offense to defense, falling into a disadvantage.

Although the roles of offense and defense had switched, Meng Jingzhou was not flustered. Instead, he reflected on where the problem lay. If Old Lu could temporarily enhance his sword style's power, there was no reason he couldn't do the same!

He had an inexplicable feeling that he hadn't fully unleashed the complete power of his "Peerless Fist Style" either.

That's right, his state of mind hadn't yet reached the true "Peerless" level; it was always lacking a certain vital breath.

It was precisely this lacking vital breath that caused his fist style to lack true dominance.

Thinking this, Meng Jingzhou took two deep breaths, his expression changing once more. He seemed like a deity descending, viewing all living beings as mere blades of grass, and uttered the forbidden words passed down from ancient times.

"This venerable one was born in response to heaven; those who defy this immortal shall be executed!"

Meng Jingzhou's fist style suddenly erupted with an inexplicable dominance, pushing Lu Yang back.

Meng Jingzhou rejoiced internally. As expected, the "Immortal Sayings" worked!

Reciting the Immortal Sayings truly changed one's demeanor!

Lu Yang, now embodying a sword, charged back and tangled with Meng Jingzhou again.

Not far away, Old Ma leaned against a tree, chewing hay, watching the non-human Lu Yang and the mysteriously speaking Meng Jingzhou. He thought to himself, "Are these brothers' fighting styles a bit too bizarre?"