Rebirth of The Strongest Swordsman

Chapter 9

Lin Feng held his ground firmly, extending his middle and index fingers straight between the crossing steel blades to strike the nerve junction of Feng Yan's right wrist while driving his elbow into Feng Yan's chest.

Silver Divine Sword Qi pulsed through Lin Feng's fingertips, instantly destroying Feng Yan's meridian flow and fracturing his wrist bones into splinters. The venomous purple Qi dissipated into empty air, forcing both scimitars to drop onto the floorboards.

Lin Feng swept his right leg behind Feng Yan's forward foot and drove his left palm directly into Feng Yan's chest, releasing a fifty-pound kinetic shockwave through his sternum.

Feng Yan's sternum caved inward under the impact force. His body rocketed backward across the stage, crashing directly against the heavy timber support pillar before collapsing beside the unconscious Sun Jiao.

The entire central square of eight hundred onlookers fell into absolute silence. Not a single person moved or dared to breathe as both Fourth Layer elite disciples lay motionless on the wooden platform.

Elder Liu Tianba stumbled backward on the elevated stage, his knees knocking together in terror while his face drained of all color.

Lin Feng lowered his thirty-five-pound black iron sword, resting the purified steel edge onto his shoulder.

"The three challengers from the Canglan Sect have fallen, so bring out the nine hundred Low-Grade Qi Stones you embezzled, Liu Tianba."

Supervisor Hu Lang's composure completely collapsed as rage flushed through his features. He unsheathed his golden-hilted sword with a sharp metallic rasp, stepping off the upper threshold while his full Fourth Layer Sword Meridian aura erupted across the stage.

"You crippled trash, I will personally flay your flesh from your bones!"

Before Hu Lang's golden blade could reach Lin Feng's position, a sudden, suffocating wave of ancient aura descended from the sky above the central peak, freezing every cultivator in the square in place.

A heavy wave of pale blue spiritual pressure descended from the central peak of the Qingyun Sect, covering two hundred square yards of the central stone square. The sheer physical weight of five hundred pounds of force struck the platform floorboards, freezing Supervisor Hu Lang's golden blade exactly five inches from Lin Feng's throat.

Supervisor Hu Lang gasped for air, his leather boots skidding backward three paces across the wooden platform as the spiritual pressure of a High-Tier Sword Intent practitioner slammed into his lower foundation.

"Who dares interfere with the official diplomatic jurisdiction of the Canglan Sword Sect?!" Hu Lang shouted, channeling his entire Fourth Layer Sword Meridian Qi into his leading right forearm to stabilize his trembling balance.

Slow, deliberate footsteps echoed from the elevated stone staircase leading to the main administration hall. Sect Master Ye Cang walked across the stone floorboards wearing faded grey administrator robes embroidered with the green cloud emblem of the Qingyun Sect. His withered, wrinkled face appeared pale, marked by dark blue vascular lines spreading across his neck and jawline from the internal corruption of an ancient ice poison.

Elder Liu Tianba dropped to his knees against the wooden floorboards instantly, pressing his forehead flat against the wood while his broad frame shook violently in fear.

"Sect Master Ye Cang! This rebellious trash from the outer servant division has severely injured noble disciples of the Canglan Sword Sect and destroyed our sect's diplomatic contract!" Elder Liu Tianba reported, his voice cracking with desperation.

Sect Master Ye Cang halted his stride ten feet from the platform edge, entirely ignoring Liu Tianba's frantic shouts as his dim, aging eyes scanned Lin Feng and the thirty-five-pound black iron sword resting across his shoulder.

"The Qingyun Sect does not liquidate its sovereign territorial assets to external factions for the purpose of covering internal financial corruption," Sect Master Ye Cang declared, his voice raspy yet carrying two hundred pounds of acoustic resonance across the open square.

Supervisor Hu Lang unsheathed his golden-hilted broadsword completely, letting the polished steel edge catch the morning sunlight as he took two steps toward Ye Cang.

"The territorial transfer agreement for the Fallen Sword Valley was formally signed and sealed by Elder Liu Tianba in his official administrative capacity, so the Canglan Sword Sect will not relinquish its legal claim!" Hu Lang stated coldly.

Lin Feng shifted his thirty-five-pound black iron sword from his right shoulder to his left hand, driving the purified steel tip two inches deep into the wooden floorboards of the stage. He observed the dark blue vascular lines along Ye Cang's neck, tracking the rapid pulsing of the old man's carotid artery.

The dark blue veins along Ye Cang's neck suddenly twitched violently, triggering an involuntary violent cough that expelled a pool of black, coagulated blood onto the stone pavers. The old man's blue spiritual pressure collapsed instantly, causing his physical frame to lurch forward as his legs buckled beneath his body weight.

"The Dark Soul Ice Poison inside your Dantian crossed the threshold into your fifth main meridian three months ago," Lin Feng stated flatly, his voice penetrating the quiet square. "Every time you channel Sword Intent, the thermal friction of your internal energy accelerates the freezing of your spinal marrow."

Sect Master Ye Cang raised his head slowly, his dim pupils expanding in utter shock as he heard the exact, unrecorded name of the ancient affliction destroying his vitality.

"How does an unranked servant possess knowledge regarding this ancient meridian toxin?" Ye Cang asked, his chest heaving as cold sweat drenched his grey collar.

Lin Feng advanced three measured paces toward the edge of the platform, stopping directly beside the hunchbacked Sect Master. He extended his index and middle fingers, pressing his fingertips directly against the nerve junction situated above Ye Cang's left collarbone.

Silver Divine Sword Qi, microscopic as a hair thread, injected through the epidermal layer and entered Ye Cang's shoulder meridian. The concentrated silver energy collided with the frozen mass of dark ice poison clogging the main subclavian vessel, dissolving the solid obstruction within two seconds through intense internal vibration.

Sect Master Ye Cang gasped loudly, coughing out another small clot of black blood onto the pavers. The dark blue coloration along his neck faded rapidly as normal arterial blood flow restored itself through his upper torso, stabilizing his breathing pattern immediately.

Supervisor Hu Lang clenched his fists until his knuckle joints turned white, staring at the instant medical neutralization performed by an unranked servant without a active Dantian.

"My formal claim regarding the nine hundred Low-Grade Qi Stones embezzled from the servant division and the territorial control of the Fallen Sword Valley will be adjudicated before the Grand Sect Council," Lin Feng announced, turning his cold pupils toward the crowd of eight hundred stunned spectators.

The entire square erupted into hushed, terrified whispers as outer disciples and servants exchanged wide-eyed glances.

"He diagnosed the Sect Master's hidden illness in a single glance..." a senior outer disciple whispered, backing away two steps in awe. "And he neutralized an ice toxin using pure physical energy!"

Elder Liu Tianba scrambled up from his knees with a dark red face, pointing a trembling finger at Lin Feng's chest.

"Impudent brat! You hold zero administrative authority to summon or dictate the schedule of the Grand Sect Council!" Liu Tianba screamed, blue internal Qi surging wildly around his fists.

Before Liu Tianba could take a single step forward, a dark silhouette dropped at terminal velocity from the upper sky above the central peak, landing directly in the center of the stone aisle.

The physical kinetic force shattered four stone flagstones into grey dust upon impact, sending a violent shockwave through the air that forced the front row of servants to cover their faces.

A tall, cloaked envoy dressed in black iron armor stood up from the dust cloud, holding an official parchment scroll sealed with a blood-red wax stamp bearing the golden crest of the Holy Sword Sect—the supreme governing authority over the Seven Sect Alliance.

The envoy unrolled the crimson parchment in mid-air, allowing his Fourth Layer Sword Meridian voice to echo across the entire mountain range.

"By direct decree of Alliance Leader Lu Chen! All regional branch sects are ordered to surrender all ancient sword intent fragments located within the Fallen Sword Valley to the Holy Sword Sect within seven days, or face immediate military extermination!"