Volume Two: First Signs of Brilliance Chapter 0058: The Meaning of the Dao

The intent of the Dao is a marvelous thing; it’s like adding points to one’s own attributes. Hidden away these past days, Qin Yang had devoted himself to comprehending the Dao of Water. Diligence bears fruit, and after more than ten days in seclusion, he finally achieved insight into the Dao of Water, his strength soaring dramatically.

He gazed at the Starfall Blade in his hand. His master—though only a temporary one—had comprehended eight grand Daos, their essences sealed within the Starfall Blade. Unfortunately, the blade was now shattered; whether the internal Dao essences remained intact was uncertain. To guide the essence power within and gain further understanding would require tremendous time, and time was precisely what he lacked.

At the pinnacle of the Enlightenment Realm, three Dao intents circled around him. As he exhaled deeply, his Dao intent withdrew, restoring calm once more.

He wandered aimlessly, his face full of confusion. What was going on? He’d walked for so long and hadn’t even seen a shadow, let alone a person.

He made his way toward where the Fruit of Enlightenment was said to be, and sure enough, everyone was gathered there. Zhang Kuang, Leng Qianyou, and Yu Chen watched Qin Yang with hostile eyes, causing him to frown.

Why did it feel as if he’d incurred everyone’s wrath? He was utterly at a loss, and before he could speak, the crowd launched their attack.

“Qin Yang is a demonic cultivator! Let’s kill him!”

“Yes, kill him! Avenge Wu Jian!” The crowd was ablaze with righteous fury.

“You’re all crazy! Wu Jian ambushed me. I didn’t even kill him—he got off lightly. So what’s with this nonsense now?”

“Hmph! All Sword Sect disciples are dead, and Wu Jian is missing. You still want to deny it?” The scar-faced youth brandished his weapon. “Enough talk—let’s take him down together!”

Looking at these people, Qin Yang was on the verge of tears.

Damn it, who did I provoke? Is it wrong to defend myself?

Faced with their attack, he refused to sit still. With a powerful punch, he sent the first two attackers flying. In that instant, they realized just how terrifying Qin Yang truly was.

“Hmph! You want to throw mud at me, but do you even have the means?” He unleashed Gale Steps, his speed reaching its utmost limit.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

None could withstand Qin Yang’s ferocious onslaught; they were blasted away in seconds, blood spraying.

He drew the Starfall Blade, and the heavens seemed to be stained crimson.

“It’s the Starfall Blade! Hmph, I bet Wu Jian’s already been killed by him.” Greed gleamed on everyone’s faces. They had coveted his techniques before, and now there was something else to desire.

Leng Qianyou’s icy eyes fixed on Qin Yang; for some reason, she sensed he had become even stronger—more fearsome.

He applied no martial skills, only raw power—ten thousand pounds—crashing down on those reckless youths.

It was like slicing watermelons.

Each swing struck true.

Severed limbs and blood splattered; the scene before them was nothing like they’d imagined. They’d thought that with so many people besieging Qin Yang, he would surely suffer heavy injuries. Instead, he was entirely unharmed, while their ranks had dwindled.

“Blood Demon Slash!”

The Starfall Blade was enveloped in a terrifying aura, forming a powerful field—a field of murderous intent.

The weaker cultivators felt as though they’d fallen into a bottomless abyss, or entered an endless battlefield of slaughter.

Those slightly stronger wore grave expressions; those with lesser strength were utterly lost in the field.

“Slash!”

This move was utterly dreadful. Faces paled all around—they could not withstand it. From afar, Zhang Kuang stepped forward, arrogant and wild. A massive arm appeared in the air. He strode forward, fist clashing with the blade’s edge, explosive sounds echoing.

Boom!

Zhang Kuang lived up to his name—bold and unyielding. Standing there, he seemed like a spear, blending seamlessly with the environment.

Earth Dao intent.

Heavenly Martial Dao intent.

Fire Dao intent.

Three Dao intents circled him; his internal energy surged, his momentum far beyond that of ordinary Enlightenment Realm experts. In terms of boundaries, he was comparable to the upper levels of the Enlightenment Realm, just half a step from its peak.

“Qin Yang of the Northern Sea, I’ve heard of you for a long time. I’ve always wanted to test myself against you, but never had the chance. Now, please grant me this opportunity.” Zhang Kuang finished speaking, and sand and stones flew as he charged like a raging dragon, all three Dao intents converging into this single punch.

His arm swung in the air over a hundred times in the span of a few breaths, the atmosphere compressed, his fighting spirit intense and intimidating.

Qin Yang put away the Starfall Blade, his expression grave. Among these people, the Four Heroes were the most troublesome. If he hadn’t comprehended the Dao of Water, he wouldn’t dare fight them head-on. They all hailed from major clans or sects, each possessing powerful techniques.

Heavenly Martial Dragon Elephant Fist.

This was an advanced martial art of the Heavenly Martial Sect; mastered, the fist would summon the power of dragons and elephants.

“It’s actually the Dragon Elephant Fist,” Yu Chen and Leng Qianyou’s eyes flashed cold. They hadn’t expected Zhang Kuang to use such a move against Qin Yang—he clearly regarded him as a worthy opponent.

Fist like a dragon, force like the ocean.

Standing firm, Qin Yang’s eyes narrowed. At this moment, his arms moved slightly, unleashing wild energy in a sudden assault—swift as thunder.

Thunder Spirit Seal.

But this was no ordinary Thunder Spirit Seal; the fusion of thunder and water made its power even more magnificent, even more torrential.

Behind him, endless thunder seemed to burn slowly.

Water Dao intent.

Qin Yang’s mastery of Thunder and Killing Dao intents was no secret, but none expected him to gain insight into the Water Dao intent in such a short time.

While shocked, envy filled their faces.

Dragon Elephant Fist and Thunder Spirit Seal collided, unleashing terrifying power. The massive shockwaves scattered, sending people flying.

Yu Chen and Leng Qianyou watched the two men, lost in contemplation.

“Hahaha, interesting—very interesting! Qin Yang, this isn’t your full strength, is it? Show us everything!”

“All right, warm-up’s over.” He shrugged helplessly, smiling.

Those nearby gaped at Qin Yang’s words, their eyes wide as oxen.

Damn, is he for real? Such a ferocious attack was just a warm-up? If they truly fought, what would happen?

A sense of dread swept through everyone, followed by boundless anticipation.

If this was only warm-up strength, they eagerly awaited what would come next.

Zhang Kuang’s eyes narrowed, his aura still rising; three Dao intents fused, and his power surged to the peak of the Enlightenment Realm.

Qin Yang would not be outdone, smiling softly. He had only just comprehended the Dao of Water and had not yet integrated it, so his Dao intents remained at their initial stage—three points forming a line, while Zhang Kuang’s Dao intent had become a circle.

In terms of momentum, Qin Yang was slightly weaker. But once the Starfall Blade was in his hand, that shortfall was instantly erased.

A great battle was about to erupt.