Sword Aura to the Heavens

Chapter 493: Chapter 488: A Sword Alone Can Suppress the World

Li Fan retracted his Sword Intent; at this moment, the area within a radius had become a wasteland.

He reached out his hand, seeing a Treasure Tripod gradually shrink and fall into his palm, emitting golden divine light. His Divine Sense immersed into the Treasure Tripod, which hummed and spun, releasing golden rays.

"Seventh-level top-tier Magical Treasure." A smile appeared at the corner of Li Fan’s eyes. As expected, it was a treasure used by the leader of the Chu Family. He glanced at the broken sword floating beside the Treasure Tripod, finding it hard to imagine that such a seemingly ruined sword had previously broken through the Treasure Tripod’s attack.

Before this, the broken sword in his hand was simply a waste of a priceless treasure. Now, it finally exerted its power. In terms of level, it ranked only below the Divine Sword within him, both belonging to Magical Treasures above the seventh level.

This time, breaking through to enter the Seven Realms and joining the ranks of Great Sword Cultivators, he finally found his place in the Great Li World. If he revealed all his hidden cards, no one at the Seventh Realm could kill him.

Unless a Saint or Half-Saint level existence intervened.

Thus, his purpose of staying in the Capital had been achieved, and he could leave now.

After putting away the Treasure Tripod, Li Fan looked back and saw the eyes of Lu Yuan, Qi, and others all on him. Li Fan’s gaze was no longer as sharp as before but carried a smile, asking, "How is it?"

"Back when Lingxiao Pavilion challenged Li Mountain, your sword was already astounding. This time, it’s even more dazzling than before." The smile in Lu Yuan’s beautiful eyes could no longer be contained. The first time she saw Li Fan’s sword was when Jiang Taie challenged her sword skills.

Now, with Li Fan’s breakthrough into the Seven Realms, he’s still honing his sword against the Jiang Family, as if in a cycle.

The difference is, back then, the young man was just beginning to show his edge. Now, who in the world would not recognize him?

"So, you really were ’practicing your sword’ during that time?" Liu Ji’s smile was peculiar; she thought Li Fan was slacking off, but it turned out he was genuinely practicing?

"Of course," Li Fan replied with a smile.

Huang Xiong didn’t speak, just grinned foolishly, while Qi showed genuine joy.

The people in the Capital looked at these few joking and laughing individuals, and couldn’t help but feel emotional. They had just slain three major Seventh Realm Great Cultivators of the Jiang Family, and now, with top cultivators from everywhere rushing onto the scene, Li Fan and others seemed unaware of what they might face, yet they remained so casually composed?

This state of mind was indeed admirable.

In the distance, the sound of something breaking through the air continued to emanate, and the sky churned with turbulent clouds. Fearsome auras covered the boundless space, and with a casual glance upward, one could see terrifying air currents surging in different directions.

Soon, Seventh Realm Great Cultivators appeared in various places.

Li Fan glanced in the distant direction and saw both familiar figures from the battle at Qiyun House and several unfamiliar Seventh Realm Great Cultivators.

The Chu Family, Hou Family, Li Family, and many other noble families with grudges against him were among them, their gazes somewhat heavy. They had been secretly watching the previous battle, and with Jiang Yanzi of the Jiang Family killed, it meant it was extremely difficult for them to kill Li Fan now. It would only be possible if the Imperial Palace intervened.

At this moment, two familiar figures appeared, walking towards Li Fan.

"Ye Yunke."

Li Fan looked at this Seventh Prince of Da Li. Since he had met Ye Xiaochen and Ye Changge, he felt that Ye Yunke’s desire to contend for supremacy was hardly possible.

"Congratulations, Mr. Li, on breaking into the Seven Realms and joining the ranks of Great Sword Cultivators," Ye Yunke said with a smile. "Back in Chuzhou City, at our first meeting, Mr. Li was just a Little Cultivator. Who would have thought that in such a short time, he would achieve what he has today? Truly, it is astonishing."

Behind Ye Yunke, besides the Alien King Prince Puyang who always followed him, there was also an elder with an extremely thick aura, clearly a Great Cultivator.

His mother was a Noble Consort of the current dynasty, a daughter of the top noble family of Da Li. Emperor Li married her to foster ties with the noble families of the Capital City. After all, the noble families of the Great Li Capital City all had extraordinary foundations. The Da Li Court had always desired to truly unify Great Li, and their efforts required the strength of these families.

The Great Cultivator behind Ye Yunke was someone from his mother’s noble family.

"Thank you, Your Highness." Li Fan looked at Ye Yunke with some deep meaning. This Prince of Da Li wanted to inherit the throne but did not understand that his own strength was the foundation. In his view, for Emperor Li to choose an heir, there was only one possibility—that the prince must be able to break through to the Saint Realm.

In the world of cultivators, personal strength is the fundamental power to suppress all.

Or perhaps Ye Yunke actually understood this, but his talent determined that in the path of cultivation, he would never surpass Ye Changge. He could only struggle to survive in the cracks, trying for a slim chance.

"Over a year ago, Mr. Li caused quite the commotion in the Capital City. Unexpectedly, today’s breakthrough became another bloody storm," Ye Yunke maintained his courteous demeanor and said, "However, given the current situation, has Mr. Li thought about how to conclude it? I know my father, the Emperor, also has intentions of cultivating Mr. Li’s talent. If Mr. Li is willing, Yunke would be glad to mediate. The path of the Great Dao is already at Mr. Li’s feet; why persist?"

They knew something about Li Fan’s previous entry into the Imperial Palace more than a year ago. However, Li Fan refused then.

"Your Highness believes you are more persuasive than Emperor Li?"

Li Fan replied with a smile, light and breezy, but the words clearly kept people at a distance. As expected, upon hearing these words, Ye Yunke’s face turned gloomy.

"I apologize for declining Your Highness’s kind invitation with such discourtesy," the elder behind Ye Yunke took a step forward, unleashing a vast pressure towards Li Fan.

Li Fan glanced at the elder, but Ye Yunke waved his hand to stop him and slightly bowed to Li Fan, saying, "It seems I have overestimated myself."

That being said, he retreated without saying more.

With just one sentence, Li Fan dismissed the possibility.

The Emperor of Da Li couldn’t manage to win him over, how could you, a Seventh Prince, stand alongside the Emperor?

The implication in Li Fan’s words was indeed not polite.

"Hmm?"

Just as Ye Yunke was retreating, Li Fan slightly raised his head and looked towards the direction of the Imperial Palace, where an extremely vast aura was approaching, suddenly tightening the air.

Everyone saw a figure step out, which seemed to span endless space. The moment the foot landed, the earth fell silent, as if stepping on the edge of everyone’s heart, leaving them breathless, with invisible currents sweeping out towards hundreds of miles away.

Li Fan felt as if a great mountain was pressing down at this moment. He looked at the emerging figure, recognizing him. This wasn’t the first time he had seen the other, having seen him in the palace more than a year ago, only then the other had restrained his aura.

The National Master of Da Li, Wei Song, who was to be the next master after the Old Blind Man.

Behind Wei Song, several figures followed, one of whom gazed coldly at Li Fan, exuding killing intent.

Ye Yunke had already retreated to a distance, watching Li Fan with curious interest. Since he refused to give in, Ye Yunke wanted to see how Li Fan, with such remarkable talent, would survive.

"The National Master himself, here to kill Li Fan?" In the distance, cultivators observed silently, watching the scene before them.

In the Capital, there was a tall pavilion reaching into the clouds, atop which stood a group. The foremost was an elder with a head full of white hair, and before him seemed a mirror, showing Wei Song, Li Fan, and others, clear as day despite the thousands of miles.

In the crowd behind him was someone Li Fan had met, Liu Qingwu, a cultivator of the Heavenly Mechanism Pavilion.

The white-haired elder was none other than the Master of the Heavenly Mechanism Pavilion.

"Wei Song has gone personally," the white-haired elder spoke softly.

"Will Wei Song act?" Someone beside him asked.

"It’s hard to say, although the court promised beforehand, this Li Fan truly is exceptional, a Sixth Realm killing a Seventh Realm, having just broken through then slaying Jiang Yanzi. Can he be allowed to grow?"

The white-haired elder sighed, "Back then, even Zuo Canglan didn’t give such a strong sense of talent pressure. A young prodigy, he might soon enter the Sword Saint List, give him ten years, and under the Saint Realm, few will be his match."

"Ten years? Isn’t the Pavilion Master overestimating him?"

For Seventh Realm cultivators, ten years is indeed short.

"A year and a half ago, he was still battling Sixth Realm cultivators at Qiyun House. Can you imagine today? Ten years is short for us, but for him, it’s not short at all," the elder said. "Previously, Lingxiao Pavilion claimed Jiang Taie was a talent seen once in a hundred years, but this Li Fan is one I’ve seen only once in a lifetime, probably once in a millennium. Such individuals, they might be founding rulers or revolutionize the cultivation world. His future will be like his grandmaster, the Eternal Sword Saint."

"One man’s sword could suppress the world."

The white-haired elder sighed, "Of course, the premise is he survives until then."

Not to mention the court, those two major forces, and the Demon Race all likely wish for Li Fan’s demise.

At this moment, Li Fan looked up at Wei Song.

Wei Song was quickly standing before him, even he himself hadn’t anticipated it; back then, the Old Blind Man’s vision went blind, and it was not unrelated to Wei Song.

"His Majesty’s benevolence allowed you to cultivate in the Capital without action, yet you committed slaughter in the Capital?" Wei Song loomed over Li Fan, the pressure of the Seventh Realm’s peak enveloping vast heavens and earth, like a Heavenly God.

Li Fan remained unmoved, standing with his white robe fluttering under the pressure. He looked up at that imposing figure and replied, "The State Preceptor comes at an opportune moment. When Jiang Tianxing of the Jiang Family attacked me, he already violated Da Li’s promise to me, yet I saw no State Preceptor. Later Jiang Yanzi tried to kill me, and again, no State Preceptor. Now, they’re dead, and the State Preceptor appears, were you waiting for them to kill me?"

"Presumptuous." An individual stepped forth from Wei Song’s entourage, killing intent pervasive. He was Wei Song’s disciple, and the fallen Kong He at White Jade Capital was his junior.

A terrifying aura emanated from Wei Song, causing his broad robe to billow.

"Years ago, Zuo Canglan once challenged the royal family’s dignity here. Didn’t expect, years later, his disciple would follow suit, but, is there still an Eternal Sword Saint at Li Mountain?"

Wei Song’s words caused hearts to race in the Capital.

As Zuo Canglan was taken away by the Eternal Sword Saint years ago, now, who would take Li Fan away?

The National Master of Da Li, Wei Song, intended to act personally.

Li Fan would hardly survive.