CHAPTER 139: 139 - THIRD FORM OF THE TEMPEST MONARCH’S SWORD ART

Xu Qingxue’s words reminded Qingyi of Yunfei and the sword dance of the lightning priestesses.

Yunfei’s first attack was just a way of stopping the crimson hell centipede, stunning it and creating space for her next blows.

Each strike was more powerful than the last, slowly shredding the centipede’s hard shell.

Had he really misunderstood the tempest monarch’s Sword Art so badly?

After losing himself in his own thoughts for a few moments, Qingyi couldn’t help but bow. "Thank you for your teachings, Master!"

His words caused no change in the silver-haired beauty, whose cold eyes closed for a brief moment before she signaled with her hand.

"Try to attack me again." She ordered.

"Yes, master." The handsome young man smiled.

Qingyi took up a combat stance before using the first form of the Stormy Monarch’s sword art, the heaven-defying Thunder Sword shimmering with an intense thunderous Qi, covered by the silver threads of the sword’s Qi.

A metallic clang swept through the arena as Qingxue defended herself, but this time it didn’t stop there.

Qingyi immediately activated the second form, connecting it perfectly to the first.

His blade seemed to receive an invisible impulse, transforming into a luminous blur as it cut through the air.

A bang echoed, an explosion of Qi made the ground shake as a soft grunt escaped from Qingxue’s full, rosy lips.

She took a single step backwards, her arms seized by a slight, temporary tremor as her wide eyes focused on her disciple, who had equal shock on his face.

Qingyi had always seen the second form as a weaker version of the first, for eliminating large quantities of insects, but now, his view had completely changed.

The first form was just a small step while the second was the start of the race, its power no less than double that of the previous one.

It was truly frightening.

He looked up, observing his master’s beautiful face.

She had been forced to take a step backwards, just a single step, but it was enough to make her heart shudder.

"Qingyi." She called.

"Yes, master?" he replied, a little uncertainly.

"What is the name of your technique?"

"Tempest Monarch Sword Art."

Qingxue closed her eyes for a brief moment, her silver eyelashes fluttering as her mind seemed to be briefly lost.

"Let’s continue training." She opened her eyes again, readying her double swords.

For the rest of the afternoon, Qingxue taught Qingyi everything she knew about swords.

Although she had never taught anyone before and her skills as a teacher were lacking, her skill level made up for it.

She seemed even more distant than when they first met, hesitant to touch him, even using her sword to correct his posture instead of her hands.

Qingyi didn’t think much of it.

His control over the sword was the part where he lacked the most, and he wasn’t going to allow himself to lose that chance because of his lower head.

After more than five hours of non-stop training, he finally sat down, panting, his eyes studying his master.

Her cheeks were slightly flushed, the pale, moist skin of her generous cleavage glistening in the last rays of sunlight.

"Rest well tonight, tomorrow I’ll have a mission for you."

"A mission? What should I do?" Qingyi’s eyes sparkled softly, but his master ignored his doubts.

With one smooth movement, she launched herself into the air, her body disappearing.

"Ah..." he sighed, that woman was truly difficult to deal with.

Getting up, he looked at his stats screen.

[Name: Long Qingyi

Age: 19

Cultivation: Sixth stage of the golden core realm (3200 lust points to upgrade)

Affinities: Lightning 98 - Sword: 97 - Charm: 1000 (can be upgraded in the lust store)

Spiritual roots: Mid-level lightning sword root (100,000 lust points to upgrade, new roots can be bought in the lust store).

Bloodline: Blood of the Corruption Dragon God (Epic grade, 500,000 lust points to upgrade.)

Constitution: Body of the primordial dragon (Epic grade, 500,000 lust points to upgrade.)

Lust points: 25.717]

His fun with the three beauties had paid off handsomely and added to the bonus points of increasing his master’s corruption, he could even feel rich again.

’System, is it possible to unlock more forms of the Tempest Monarch Sword Art?’ he asked mentally.

[Combat technique: Tempest Monarch Sword Art Fragment

Grade: Epic

Description: An ancient sword technique that uses lightning Qi, created by a dynasty of lightning cultivators from the ancient era, is divided into twelve forms. This fragment contains the third form.

Price: 20,000 lust points]

Qingyi choked on that price. Just one form and the price had multiplied tenfold. He was hesitant, but curiosity overcame the pain in his chest at having to spend so much.

Twenty thousand lust points disappeared as a sharp pain spread through his head, accompanied by an almost endless stream of information.

Exhaling heavily, he stood up, gripping his sword tightly and calming his breathing.

Feeling ready, he used the first form of the Tempest Monarch’s sword art, his thrust destroying everything twenty meters in front of him.

He used the second form soon after. The ground beneath his feet cracked, his muscles quivering as the Qi cut spread.

He gritted his teeth painfully, finally using the third form.

The air around him seemed to boil, the marble fragments of the arena being lifted by the pressure of his Qi as thunderous lightning engulfed everything around.

He unleashed a downward strike. His blade stopped a few centimeters from the ground, but the pressure of the blow alone was enough to turn everything beneath him into dust.

Qingyi remained motionless for a moment. His body ached and his meridians burned, but he couldn’t hide the smile on his face.

The second form doubled the attack power of the first, and the third doubled that of the second. That power alone was enough to make sure that it could defeat even a cultivator of the second stage of the Iron Body realm in just three moves.

How powerful would the twelfth and final form be?