Dragon Tamer

Chapter 229: Chapter 230: Scorched Marks and Blazing Quietude

Translator: 549690339

Fortunately, those Charming Shadows and the Ancient Swords of the Sword Tomb weren’t coming for me.

There were already several hundred soul shadows on the Sword Spirit Dragon, each representing an ancient sword from years long past.

I saw the Charming Shadows clutching the Ancient Swords of the Sword Tomb battling fiercely with the soul shadows on the Sword Spirit Dragon. Under the shroud of mysterious fog, I felt like I had inadvertently wandered into an ancient battlefield thousands of years old, where the clashing of weapons created an unending cacophony.

Zhu Minglang noted that whether it was the Charming Shadows’ ancient swords or the soul shadows’ ancient swords, they all seemed to meld into their respective sword techniques as if controlled by the will of powerful Sword Masters.

Such a spectacle was indeed rare to witness. Zhu Minglang stood amid this entanglement of blades, his gaze sweeping over the bodies of the various ancient swords.

I had previously been studying the inscriptions on the stairs, but now I could see those Charming Shadows as if ancient people had come back to life, displaying their swordsmanship right before me. Even many lost sword techniques appeared in this so-called ‘Battlefield of Sword Ghosts.’

As Zhu Minglang watched in fascination, some dormant Inscriptions on the Sword Spirit Dragon began to glow. They caused slight changes to the dragon’s sword body, with the Sword Pattern becoming ever clearer, as if flowing with threads of molten fire, igniting immediately on contact with the air!

“Fire Trace Sword??”

Zhu Minglang’s eyes lit up when he saw a faint flame beginning to kindle on the Sword Spirit Dragon.

A new ancient sword was awakening within the Sword Spirit Dragon, meaning Zhu Minglang would gain another surge of Sword Awakening power!

Those ancient swords, some broken, some decayed, some rusted as if never sharpened, clashed and parried as if being reforged, honed, and quenched, placed into the furnace to endure the scorching heat and purified of all impurities to become incredibly refined!

And the Fire Trace Markings were awakening amidst such fierce combat, turning the entire Sword Spirit Dragon’s sword body red hot as if just extracted from the forge, with the shadowy fire patterns appearing to coil around like a thousand-year-old fire demon, lending an even more sinister and mysterious aura to the Sword Spirit Dragon!

At times, the flame was a glaring red, wild and irascible, as if a single drop of the red fire liquid could turn a vast expanse of forest into ashes.

The flame would then quietly subside, transforming into a ghostly night fire, burning beneath the nine Netherworlds, the ultimate sinister and malevolent fire. Compared to the red fire, this shadowy flame was even more unstable, briefly appearing before being immediately overwhelmed by the surging, wilful blaze.

“It’s another Inscription, seems like the Yellow Spring Sword,” Zhu Minglang said, his face gradually revealing a look of surprise as he watched the flaming Sword Spirit Dragon interchange.

The Azure Blood Sword, Fire Trace Sword, Yellow Spring Sword…

Zhu Minglang was very familiar with these swords. They had their own names, but they were all rusted. He remembered them distinctly from practicing in the Abandoned Sword Forest. Back then, the Azure Blood Sword lacked the blood-drinking open blade, its body did not glow crimson, and it could not slice through iron as if it were mud. The Fire Trace Sword didn’t have this fierce, wild fire flickering like the vivacious sun capable of scorching the earth.

Similarly, the Yellow Spring Sword didn’t have this ghostly flame attached to it, the sword body veiled in layers of Charming Shadows, heavy with an eerie atmosphere as if drenched in the flames of the Yellow Springs’ netherworld pool.

Having two ancient Sword Souls awaken at once and gaining two Inscriptions, Zhu Minglang was overjoyed.

Never did I expect to stumble upon the Sword Tomb of Miao Mountain and reap such rewards.

“I wonder if there are any other ancient swords awakening. Shall I have another look?” Zhu Minglang was no longer in a panic.

The legendary ancient swords fought as they would, yet not harming a single grass or tree. Zhu Minglang immersed himself in the scene, learning the techniques of the Flying Swords on one hand and on the other hand, trying to break through the Sword Realm he had never reached before…

Of course, if I could awaken one or two more Inscriptions, it would be a fortune made!

Rising Sun Sword Pavilion

At Miao Mountain Sword Sect, a Sect Leader, three Elders, five Hall Masters, and a group of female disciples wearing veiled hats were quietly waiting in front of the Sword Pavilion’s plateau.

Several elegantly dressed, bejeweled Female Marquises, Commandery Princesses, and Female City Lords were sitting gracefully under the canopy of white umbrellas, sipping fine wine and enjoying fruits as they awaited the arrival of those ascending Miao Mountain.

At that moment, Hao Ye, a member of the Yaoshan Sword Sect who had only arrived the previous night, approached. He glanced at the array set out by the Miao Mountain Sword Sect, his lips curling slightly upwards.

It seemed that both the Miao Mountain Sword Sect and the nobility of Miao Mountain placed great importance on this swordsman exchange.

He looked around and felt that no one had entered the pavilion earlier than himself.

“Yaoshan Sword Sect’s Cloud Wanderer Sword Master, Hao Ye!” With hair as untamed and frivolous as wild grass, his casual appearance only added to his handsome, roguish charm.

“Please take a seat,” Bai Qin’an gestured to a delicate cushion under the white canopy.

“I must be the first one to climb the mountain, aren’t I? I wonder if my time ascending the mountain was faster than that of others who have visited Miao Mountain Sword Sect?” Hao Ye asked.

“There haven’t been many visitors to our Miao Mountain Sword Sect, I can’t remember the past, but this young lady arrived a bit earlier than you,” Wen Mengru chimed in.

Hao Ye turned his head and saw a woman wearing a light blue veil.

At first, he thought she was another swordswoman!

After taking a closer look, Hao Ye realized she was the same lady who had come up the mountain with them.

Hao Ye was somewhat chagrined.

He had thought that the only person faster than himself would be the freak Zhu Minglang.

“I have not had the chance to introduce myself before. I am Hao Ye, a Cloud Wanderer Sword Master from the Miao Mountain Sword Sect,” he said with a salute.

“Artist, Nan Lingsha,” Nan Lingsha responded indifferently.

Hao Ye had indeed arrived at the capital the night before and set off to climb the mountain early the next morning, barely having time to get to know the others.

The main issue was that their Yaoshan Sword Sect needed to maintain their presence at thisswordsmanship exchange. Although Yun Zhonghe was the Chief Big Disciple, his generation was arguably the worst that Wu Feng had trained, which meant Hao Ye had to step up in a crisis.

After sitting for a while, the figure of Wu Feng slowly appeared on the mountain path.

With a look of pleasure, he seemed to have gained some insights in the steps of Sword Score Mountain.

Seeing that Hao Ye had already arrived did not surprise Wu Feng; after all, apart from Zhu Minglang, Hao Ye was the most exceptional disciple the Yaoshan Sword Sect had had in a hundred years, although he had long surpassed the level of a disciple, traveling the world at will…

But Wu Feng did not expect Nan Lingsha to have already arrived. She was not a Sword Master – how could she have grasped these Sword Scores even more profoundly?