Chosen Mate of the Beastmen Empire by Lewis Reed

Chapter 478

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Inside the barrier, Kian couldn’t hear the whispers outside. All he felt was sword energy crashing in from every direction. His eyes locked on the Sword Saint. He strained to track those lightning–fast moves.

A slash of sword light shot skyward, turning the world pale. The Sword Saint flicked his wrist, and thunder rumbled in the clouds like the sky was tearing open. Winds howled across the mountaintop, heat waves roiling.

Warren stole a glance at Kian. The boy stood rooted, eyes glazed–clearly lost in some revelation. Warren inwardly sighed at his raw talent.

He’d brought his top disciples there before, but none caught on this quick.

Just as he marveled, Kian moved. The black blade on Kian’s back hummed, then slid free into his grip.

Warren froze, then snapped out of his shock and frantically tried to stop him. “Stop!”

The Sword Saint loathed interruptions. Even for Warren’s sake, he only tolerated silent watching.

Kian nodded so easily before. He didn’t seem like an idiot–so why draw his sword now?

Warren wondered, ‘Is he out of his mind? Even if he has some revelation, he should wait till later to figure it out. How dare he practice in front of the Sword Saint?”

Warren’s scalp prickled as he remembered what had happened to those who’d crossed the Sword Saint before. He tensed up and stepped half a pace forward, putting himself between Kian and danger.

With his cultivation level, he could probably take a few hits from the Sword Saint. But if those strikes landed on this kid, he’d be lucky to survive. His meridians and pubic region would likely be wrecked.

Since he’d brought Kian there, it was his job to keep him safe.

Suddenly, a searing heat closed in. Warren held his breath and readied himself. Here it came!

Just as Warren braced to channel all his spiritual power to fend off the attack, his vision swam and his defense hit nothing. He stared in disbelief as the Sword Saint charged straight past him.

The clash of blades rang out, sharp as shattered ice.

Warren’s blood turned cold. He thought, ‘No… He’s actually going for the boy? What did the boy ever do to deserve this?‘

In the cultivation world, status was everything. To a master, everyone else was vermin. The Sword Saint’s arrogance was par for the course–no one here was worth his notice.

Snuffing out an insect who dared interrupt his practice? One flick of sword energy, and it’d be gone without a whi

But what was the Sword Saint up to? He was actually dueling Kian himself!

Warren wondered, ‘Is he in a foul mood today? Planning to crush this kid?‘

These thoughts flashed by in a heartbeat. Warren lunged forward to intervene, only to get sent flying back dozens of feet. When he shook off the dizziness, his expression suddenly froze. Something wasn’t right.

In the blink of an eye, they’d exchanged hundreds of strikes. The clash of their swords thundered, and their movements were so swift that it left him dazzled.

Disciples outside the barrier couldn’t make out the details, but Warren saw everything. As his shock faded, he realized the

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Sword Saint wasn’t trying to kill Kian. It looked more like he was demonstrating moves, teaching swordplay.

Otherwise, with their gulf in cultivation, how could they have lasted this long?

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Warren was stunned. As the truth hit him, his face went slack with disbelief. He wondered, ‘Since when did the Sword Saint change his ways? Am I dreaming?‘

The sting was real. This wasn’t a

Nascent Soul stage, matching Kian’s. After a thousand exchanges, he sheathed his blade, flicking away the frost clinging

their spar, Kian had grasped on the first

duel. His mind buzzed with so many

forehead. Beyond sword moves, he’d grasped

stayed put, and no one dared break it. Finally, Kian shuddered. His

gasped, eyes popping. “Sword domain…” he murmured.

cultivators, only a handful

the Sword Saint’s eyes brightened. He nodded, inwardly

his trance. Meeting

It was Greg, the sword cultivator who’d shared a meal with him

shockingly young, with delicate features and clear eyes. His presence was veiled, masking his true cultivation level. Hard to believe he

He bowed deeply and then averted his

seemed cheerful, nodding at him. “You’ve got talent. Don’t waste it. Start training

taken on disciples before–too much hassle, and he hated being tied down. But

a mission–protecting their precious little rabbits with

waved a hand to dispel the barrier. His eyes scanned the crowd, searching. When

exactly who he meant. He paused

that hour, she was probably still

mention of Herb Peak, Greg’s mind flashed to yesterday’s canteen f lighting up. He gave Kian’s shoulder

This eyes

meal wasn’t enough–he wanted seconds.

Saint spent the whole morning sparring with Kian. No one caught their conversation, but they saw the pair shoulder–to–shoulder, soaring away on their swords. Only afterimages lingered in the

stunned into silence. ‘Is…Is that really the

recovered first, shooting the Sword Guild disciples strange looks.

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weight of so many skeptical stares, the Sword Guild disciples flushed with indignation. “We

believe us, look–even Mr.

catch the Sword Saint’s

even is he?”

the pair vanish, then exchanged nods.

took off after them, curiosity trumping caution. They

sent her tumbling. Achoo!” She rolled across the sheets, splayed

it?‘ She didn’t see Kian, supposing he had already left early.

I can’t slack off either.‘ She hopped off the bed and shifted into her

with no pressing tasks. She dressed simply, wolfed down breakfast, and headed to the spirit field.

fields far better than in her Foundation Building days- otherwise, she’d never have risked opening the canteen

spiritual energy into the Violet Soul Grass seedlings with her Snow

“I planted Nymph Grass yesterday, and it was

by default when spirit plants sickened–forget

lay parched and yellow, drained of spiritual energy. Seedlings of Nymph Grass wilted

hunted through the field until she found a surviving seedling. After sensing its emotions, she understood. “Nymph Grass and Shroomdew can’t grow side by side. They

planted first here and thrived. The new Nymph Grass seedlings

the field. They replanted the grass where

her fingers, but Nyx ignored it, murmuring to the plants. Since she was there, she’d help Olivia check the whole field for

toward the canteen, looking around and chatting.

No wonder they’re the

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Peak is their weakest outpost, yet the spiritual energy here is still much

“Small sects…rough life.”