SWDnovel Chapter 280 The person who understands Li Chunfeng's swordsmanship best is actually the Emperor
Chapter 280 The person who understands Li Chunfeng's swordsmanship best is actually the Emperor
In front of the Tianqi Hall.
White marble square.
Li Chunfeng stood in the center of the square, his blue Taoist robe fluttering in the night wind.
His beard and hair stood on end, and his cloudy old eyes were now gleaming with a sharp light!
He slowly opened his arms, as if to embrace the entire night sky!
That aged face was now filled with an unprecedented radiance!
That's the brilliance that only shines when a sword fanatic faces a true opponent!
That is the radiance of a strong person who has devoted their entire life to finally attaining the Great Dao!
That is--
The most brilliant moment of Li Chunfeng's life, the Sword God of Liyang!
More and more swords appeared in the night sky.
From the palace, from the imperial city, from every corner surrounding the entire Liyang Imperial City.
Countless swords are converging!
They floated densely in the night sky, occupying the entire sky!
The moonlight shone on those swords, reflecting thousands of dazzling rays of light!
The light was so intense, so bright, so dazzling that everyone involuntarily held their breath!
Inside the Tianqi Hall.
Zhao Qingxue stood by the window, gazing at the night sky illuminated by the light of the sword.
Her hands gripped the window frame tightly.
His knuckles turned white from the force he exerted, and his fingernails dug deeply into the wood.
Her face was as pale as paper, and her lips trembled slightly.
Those deep purple phoenix eyes were now filled with deep worry.
That's not a single concern.
Instead, they are two completely different, yet equally intense, anxieties.
She was worried about Li Chunfeng.
The old man who watched her grow up, the sword god who always stood behind her during her most difficult times.
This sword strike was the ultimate sword strike that he had painstakingly mastered throughout his life.
It was also the most brilliant and dangerous sword strike of his life.
If this sword strike fails—
What will he do?
Will I get hurt?
Could it be—
She dared not think any further.
At the same time, she was also worried about Qin Mu.
The man who held her tenderly in the deep palace last night.
The man who took her flying over ten thousand feet into the sky and took her back to Liyang to see the night market.
The man she hated so much she gritted her teeth, yet without realizing it, she began to depend on.
This sword strike was Li Chunfeng's ultimate move.
It was a sword technique so powerful it could send all the swords in the entire imperial city flying into the sky—a truly astonishing move.
Can he take it?
Will I get hurt?
Could it be—
Zhao Qingxue closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
The breath she inhaled carried the coolness of the night wind, but it couldn't extinguish the turbulent waves churning within her heart.
She suddenly realized—
At this moment, what I'm most worried about is actually Qin Mu.
This realization left her completely stunned.
Why would she worry about him?
He was clearly the enemy.
They were the ones who kidnapped her.
He was the one who forced her to marry.
She should hate him.
But at this moment, she was worried about him.
I'm worried he might get hurt.
I'm worried something might happen to him.
I'm worried about him—
Zhao Qingxue opened her eyes.
Those deep purple phoenix eyes were now filled with complex emotions.
She herself couldn't explain what was quietly growing.
She looked out the window at the night sky illuminated by the sword light, at the blue figure standing in the center of the square, and at the moon-white figure standing with his hands behind his back.
In my heart, I prayed silently.
I pray that they are all safe and sound.
I pray that this sword will not hurt anyone.
pray--
Everything is fine.
Zhang Julu stood beside her, also gazing out the window.
His face was filled with deep solemnity.
Those eyes, sharp all their lives, were now filled with awe.
He knew the Imperial Advisor was very powerful.
But he never imagined that the Imperial Advisor would be this powerful.
So powerful that it can summon swords from the entire city.
So powerful that he can borrow the sword intent of ten thousand people.
So strong—
It was enough to make the entire Liyang Imperial City tremble.
"Ten Thousand Swords Paying Homage to the Source..."
He murmured, his voice hoarse and low.
"The Imperial Advisor has really used this move..."
His fingers trembled slightly inside his sleeve.
That's not fear.
It was excitement.
It is an indescribable excitement of witnessing history.
He has lived most of his life and seen countless storms.
He assisted the late emperor in quelling the rebellion, supported the empress's ascension to the throne, and gradually transformed Liyang into the overlord of the Eastern Continent.
He thought he had seen everything.
But at this moment, looking at the night sky illuminated by the sword light.
He knew he was wrong.
That's the real miracle.
This is the real thing—
A battle of the strong.
Gu Jiantang stood by the palace gate, leaning against a golden pillar.
His body was still trembling slightly, whether from his injuries or from excitement, it was hard to tell.
His gaze was fixed on the night sky outside the window.
Staring at the dense array of sword lights.
Staring at the blue figure standing in the center of the square.
"Ten Thousand Swords Paying Homage to the Source..."
He murmured, his voice hoarse and low.
"The Imperial Advisor... actually used this move..."
His eyes were filled with deep awe.
There was also a hint of almost insane anticipation.
I hope this sword strike can rewrite everything.
I hope the national strategist can win.
We hope he can witness firsthand how Li Yang's glory will be reclaimed.
Gu Jiantang's hand slowly clenched.
My fingernails dug deep into my palm, sending a sharp pain through me.
But he couldn't feel it.
He just stared intently out the window, waiting for the sword to strike.
In the center of the square.
Li Chunfeng's arms were fully outstretched.
He looked up at the night sky filled with the light of swords.
Looking at the densely packed swords flying in from all directions.
His eyes were filled with an unprecedented light.
In that radiance, there was relief, contentment, and a sense of liberation that came from finally attaining enlightenment.
He practiced Buddhism for seventy years.
Seventy years in search of the sword.
Enlightenment after seventy years.
Seventy years of waiting.
We've been waiting for this moment.
Waiting to fight a true champion in a fair and square battle.
And at this moment—
The moment has finally arrived.
A slow smile curved the corners of Li Chunfeng's lips.
He spoke.
The voice was old and ethereal, yet it was like a thunderclap that exploded across the entire night sky!
"Borrowing your sword intent—"
He spoke slowly and deliberately:
"One use!"
The moment the words fell—
"Buzz—!!!"
A deafening tremor echoed through the night sky!
The tremor was so intense, so vast, so awe-inspiring that everyone instinctively covered their ears!
The entire imperial city trembled!
The entire night sky was trembling!
The countless swords suspended in the night sky trembled violently at the same time!
The blades rubbed against each other, producing a thousand metallic sounds!
The sounds converged, forming a unique and awe-inspiring symphony belonging solely to the sword!
Then--
The sword intent erupted!
It wasn't those swords that fell.
It wasn't those swords that slashed out.
It is the intent of the sword.
Each sword contains a unique sword intent.
That was the sword's master, who spent his life cultivating the sword, comprehending the Dao, and being accompanied by the sword, condensing the sword's intent.
Some are fierce and domineering, some are light and graceful, some are effeminate and unpredictable, and some are righteous and upright.
Some sword intents are weak, as weak as a candle flame.
Some sword intents are so strong, as strong as the blazing sun.
Ten thousand swords represent ten thousand different sword intents.
Ten thousand different ways of swordsmanship.
now--
Those sword intents erupted simultaneously!
Emerging from every sword, soaring into the sky!
Ten thousand sword intents and ten thousand kinds of light intertwined, merged, and converged in the night sky!
The sight was so magnificent, so awe-inspiring, so dazzling that everyone involuntarily knelt down!
Not out of fear, not out of awe.
It was out of instinct.
Out of instinctive surrender to that power beyond all imagination!
Inside the Tianqi Hall.
Zhao Qingxue's hands gripped the window frame tightly.
She looked at the night sky illuminated by the sword intent, and at the light emanating from each sword.
That stunningly beautiful face was now filled with deep shock.
There are worries.
Deep concern.
She was worried about Li Chunfeng.
This sword strike was the culmination of his life's work.
It was also the most dangerous moment of his life.
Because borrowing the intent of ten thousand swords will result in a backlash ten thousand times greater.
If successful, he will enter an unprecedented realm.
If it fails—
She dared not think any further.
She was also worried about Qin Mu.
The moon-white figure standing in the center of the square.
The man who stood calmly with his hands behind his back, facing a sword strike that could destroy the world.
Can he withstand this sword strike?
Will I get hurt?
Could it be—
she does not know.
All she knew was that her heart was being torn apart by two completely different worries.
On one side is the Imperial Advisor.
On one side is Qin Mu.
She didn't know who to pray for.
I could only stand there, staring intently out the window, waiting for that moment that was about to arrive.
Zhang Julu stood beside her, also staring intently out the window.
His face was filled with deep solemnity.
Those sharp eyes were now filled with awe.
He looked at the night sky illuminated by the sword intent, and at the light emanating from each sword.
A relieved smile slowly appeared on that aged face.
The Imperial Advisor has finally reached this point.
The Sword God of Liyang has finally proven his Dao.
Regardless of the outcome of this sword strike.
This moment is enough to be recorded in history.
It is enough for future generations to remember it forever.
Gu Jiantang stood by the palace gate, his body trembling violently.
He looked out the window at the scene, at the light emanating from each sword.
Those tiger eyes were filled with deep awe.
There is also worship.
Fanatical worship.
He finally understood what "the pinnacle of swordsmanship" meant.
He finally understood why he had spent his life cultivating the sword.
Because such scenery exists on the path of the sword.
Because such beings exist within the realm of swordsmanship.
Even if he can never reach it.
Even if he can only look up at it from afar.
It was worth it.
In the center of the square.
Qin Mu raised his head and looked at the night sky illuminated by the sword intent.
Looking at the ten thousand different lights emanating from the ten thousand swords.
Those deep eyes were now filled with genuine appreciation.
"As expected of the number one swordsman of Liyang."
He spoke softly, his voice so low yet so clear in the quiet square.
"Borrowing a tangible sword to condense an intangible sword intent."
"Ten thousand swords represent ten thousand different sword intents."
"Use the sword intent of all under heaven to prove my own path."
He paused, his gaze falling on the figure in blue.
His eyes were full of admiration.
There is also a genuine joy of meeting a worthy opponent.
"That's quite interesting."
Upon hearing this, Li Chunfeng turned his head and looked at him.
A hint of relief flashed in those cloudy old eyes.
He never expected that the person who understood him best was this young man.
This Qin emperor.
This was a powerful figure whom he could not budge even slightly, despite his best efforts.
"Your Majesty can understand the meaning of my sword strike,"
He spoke, his voice aged yet ethereal:
"I am very pleased."
Qin Mu looked at him and smiled softly.
There was no hostility or mockery in that smile.
There is only one kind of genuine, worthy appreciation.
"This sword strike,"
He said it with a hint of genuine admiration in his voice:
"Completely different from that sword strike just now."
He paused, then explained:
"That sword strike just now, though it contained ten thousand sword lights and ten thousand kinds of light."
"But those sword lights are all your sword intent alone."
"Essentially, it's still the same."
"But right now—"
He raised his head, gazing at the night sky illuminated by the sword's intent:
"You have borrowed the sword of ten thousand men."
"Take their sword intent."
"But they did not damage their swords."
"Use their strength without damaging their tools."
"This sword strike, even if it were ranked as the best in the world of swordsmanship, would not be an exaggeration."
"really--"
He withdrew his gaze and looked back at Li Chunfeng, speaking slowly and deliberately:
"high."
As Li Chunfeng listened to these words, the light in his eyes grew brighter and brighter.
He looked at Qin Mu, at that smiling, sincere face.
A complex and indescribable emotion welled up within me.
I feel relieved.
I was moved.
There is a deep joy in finding a kindred spirit.
He practiced Buddhism for seventy years.
Seventy years in search of the sword.
Enlightenment after seventy years.
Seventy years of waiting.
What awaits is more than just a battle with the strong.
Even more so—
Someone can understand his sword.
Some people can understand his way.
Some people can truly appreciate the sword he poured his life's blood into.
And at this moment—
This person has appeared.
He was the Emperor of the Qin Dynasty.
He is his rival.
He was a powerful figure whom he could not budge even slightly, despite his best efforts.
But this person understood.
I understood his way.
I admired his sword.
Li Chunfeng took a deep breath.
The breath he inhaled, carrying the coolness of the night breeze, made him feel more awake.
He looked at Qin Mu and spoke slowly and deliberately:
"Your Majesty, are you willing to accept this sword from me?"
Qin Mu looked at him, at the sincere expectation in his eyes.
She smiled softly.
"Of course," he said.