Peerless Immortal Emperor in City

Chapter 544 - 543 Your Master! (3rd Update)

The sword is named Flowing Moon—forged with a spirit?

Qin Heng watched the woman in the sky, his eyes narrowing slightly.

The woman appeared to be in her twenties. Her beauty was breathtaking, her features exquisite and peerless, as if all the spirit and elegance of heaven and earth were embodied within her. Her white dress fluttered, giving her an ethereal, otherworldly grace.

In any era, she would be considered a devastating beauty capable of bringing disaster to a nation; Daji of the Shang Dynasty or Bao Si of the Zhou Dynasty were merely her equals in their time.

Even when compared to the top female cultivators Qin Heng had encountered in his previous life after stepping into the starry sky of the universe, this Sword Spirit's beauty did not pale in the slightest!

Peerless beauty, a celestial descending to the mortal world!

This praise was no exaggeration at all!

"Are you the spirit of this Flowing Moon Sword?" Qin Heng asked indifferently.

The Flowing Moon Sword Spirit did not respond. She glanced coldly at Qin Heng, then closed her eyes, as if ignoring him, deeming him unworthy of conversation.

Peace returned to the world. Under the bright moon, upon the desolate plains, only Qin Heng and the Flowing Moon Sword Spirit stood, observing each other from afar.

"I don't like people standing higher than me," Qin Heng said, his hands clasped behind his back. "Come down."

No sooner had these words fallen than the Flowing Moon Sword Spirit suddenly opened her eyes!

BOOM!!

The wilderness exploded, splitting asunder, countless fissures appearing. Earthfire and magma spewed forth, and dense smoke enveloped all directions as if the end of days had arrived!

At the same time, the once-silent firmament also cracked open. Giant meteors, wreathed in intense flames, streaked across the sky, crashing down to the earth!

The very sky seemed on the verge of collapse, tilting precariously. The bright moon hung inverted, its pure light flickering erratically as if it might extinguish at any moment!

A boundless, terrifying aura of destruction permeated this realm, seemingly potent enough to annihilate everything!!

Flowing Moon opens her eyes—heaven and earth shatter!!

Such power, though not targeted at Qin Heng, was still enough to terrify any Innate pinnacle Great Grandmaster to the core!!

Yet Qin Heng remained unmoved. His expression unchanged, he calmly looked at the Flowing Moon Sword Spirit seated upon the clouds and said, "Come down. Otherwise, don't blame me for taking action."

"Interesting." The Flowing Moon Sword Spirit looked down at Qin Heng from the clouds, her voice cold and clear like a crystal spring. "In the two hundred thousand years since I became a Sword Spirit, you are the first mortal to dare speak to me thus. A mere Innate—from where does your courage stem?"

"The sword's spiritual essence is lost, the Sword Spirit damaged. Your memories are likely incomplete. You've idled away millennia, a mere broken sword—why the charade?" Qin Heng chuckled. "Come down, I have questions for you."

"You dare call me a broken sword? An insignificant mortal, so arrogant and ignorant!" The Flowing Moon Sword Spirit's willow-leaf brows shot up. Feeling insulted, anger surfaced on her beautiful face, yet it only added a different kind of charm. In a solemn voice, she declared, "When I was forged, the Saint Emperor of Guanghan Palace smithed me, deities from the Sun Temple stoked the fires, and the Supreme Emperor himself oversaw it all! All swords in all heavens and myriad realms bowed, and countless stars dimmed in reverence! What are you in comparison?!"

Hearing this, Qin Heng shook his head slightly. Standing with his hands behind his back, he took a single step, crossing the void in an instant, and arrived before the Flowing Moon Sword Spirit. As she stared in utter shock, he gently touched her cheek and said lightly, "When I preached the Dao, Yuan Shi held the scriptures, Dao De, the Venerable, waved the fan, and the Lord of the Numinous Treasure carried the sword. The Jade Emperor knelt before my dais, while Tathagata Buddha prostrated outside the gate, begging for an audience! Tell me then, who do you think I am?"

"You!?" The Flowing Moon Sword Spirit's eyes, now devoid of their previous coldness, stared at Qin Heng incredulously. Her beautiful eyes widened as if looking at a monster!

A madman! He must be a madman! A madman with boundless audacity!

Otherwise, how could anyone spout such absurdly ridiculous words to such an extreme!!

He actually claimed that when he preached the Dao, Yuan Shi stood by holding scriptures, Dao De, the Venerable, fanned him, the Lord of the Numinous Treasure guarded him with a sword, and the Jade Emperor knelt before his lecturing dais!

And Tathagata Buddha? Not even qualified to listen, reduced to prostrating outside the gate, begging for an audience!??

Heavens! A madman! He's definitely a madman!

Although the Flowing Moon Sword Spirit's memories were now fragmented and hazy, she knew that Qin Heng spoke of the supreme Heavenly Venerables and Buddhas. Where did this Innate martial artist get the audacity to utter such nonsense!

Isn't he afraid of divine retribution??

"Absurd! Absurd!!" The Flowing Moon Sword Spirit looked at Qin Heng, gritting her silver teeth. "Yuan Shi holding scriptures, Dao De, the Venerable, fanning, the Lord of the Numinous Treasure holding the sword? Do you think you're Hongjun, the Ancestor??"

"Hongjun might barely manage to discuss the Dao with me, but he's still somewhat lacking," Qin Heng shook his head and sighed lightly, looking at the Flowing Moon Sword Spirit. "To receive my favor is your great fortune. In times past, a sword artifact such as yourself wouldn't even be worthy of my gaze. This is your karmic destiny."

The essence of the Flowing Moon Sword was clear to Qin Heng.

It was a Returning to Empty level Holy Weapon. According to terms used on Earth, this was an Emperor Weapon of the Saint Emperor level, capable of horrific destruction. A single strike could annihilate everything within a million light-years and obliterate ten Milky Way galaxies!

However, this was the might of the Flowing Moon Sword in its heyday. Currently, the Flowing Moon Sword was severely damaged. Though its intrinsic quality was exceedingly high, the actual power it could wield was, at best, at the Saint level.

For the current Qin Heng, it could barely serve as a passably suitable weapon.

Truthfully, if he hadn't wished to glean some ancient, even primordial, secrets about Earth from this ancient Sword Spirit, he wouldn't have given a weapon of this caliber a second thought.

After all, the Qin Heng of yesteryear had casually toyed with supreme treasures like the Pangu Banner, the Chaotic Clock, and the Tai Chi Diagram. A mere Saint Emperor-level sword artifact was utterly insignificant to him.

Now, the Flowing Moon Sword Spirit was bewildered, staring blankly at Qin Heng. In the two hundred thousand years since her forging, having existed for so long, she had never encountered such an arrogant individual!

After a long moment, she regained some composure and gave Qin Heng a cold look, saying, "Leave. An arrogant fool like you is not qualified to wield the Flowing Moon Sword."

Having spoken, she prepared to drift away from Qin Heng, intending to dissipate her form from this realm and expel him.

But in the very next instant!

The Flowing Moon Sword Spirit was astoundingly shocked to find she couldn't move; it was as if an invisible force in the void had bound her completely, immobilizing even a finger!!

How is this possible!!

Even if I was severely damaged in the great ancient war, leaving me with only a Saint's power, my essence is still that of an Emperor Weapon! How could I possibly be suppressed by a mere Innate martial artist!?

This was something absolutely impossible!!

"Who exactly are you!?" The Flowing Moon Sword Spirit looked at Qin Heng incredulously. The development of events had gone far beyond her imagination. This "Innate martial artist" before her was unbelievably powerful!!

"Who am I?" Qin Heng smiled faintly. His hand slid down the Flowing Moon Sword Spirit's exquisitely beautiful face; he formed a sword-finger and tapped lightly.

"I am… your master!"