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?‘

his palm. The sting

stage, matching Kian’s. After a thousand exchanges, he sheathed his blade, flicking away the frost clinging to the steel. His eyes held a glimmer of approval as he sized up

technique in their spar, Kian had

His mind buzzed with so many insights it

temples throbbed, veins standing out on his forehead. Beyond

no one dared break it. Finally, Kian shuddered. His entire

popping. “Sword domain…” he

the hundred million sword cultivators, only a handful ever achieved

eyes brightened. He nodded,

his trance. Meeting the gaze, he

was familiar. It was Greg, the sword cultivator who’d shared a meal

his true cultivation level. Hard to

He bowed deeply and then averted

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

he hated being tied down. But he didn’t mind

all, they shared a mission–protecting their precious

dispel the barrier. His eyes scanned the crowd, searching. When he didn’t

paused before

that hour, she was

the mention of Herb Peak, Greg’s mind flashed to yesterday’s canteen f lighting up.

This eyes

free meal wasn’t

slack–jawed, as the Sword 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

frozen, stunned into silence. ‘Is…Is that

first, shooting the Sword

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

you don’t believe us, look–even Mr.

Celestial kid catch the

even is

the pair vanish, then exchanged nods. Herb Peak–had to

after them, curiosity

the wide bed, the fluffy rabbit twitched her nose, half–asleep. A sudden sneeze sent her tumbling.

is it?‘ She didn’t see Kian, supposing he

off either.‘ She hopped off the bed

tasks. She dressed

her cultivation let her manage these fields far better than in her Foundation Building days- otherwise, she’d

Violet Soul Grass seedlings with her Snow Dew Bottle, Olivia crashed down

grabbed Nyx’s arm. “I planted Nymph Grass yesterday, and it was fine. Now half the field’s dead. Come

her by default when spirit plants sickened–forget Elder Cyan. Nyx had time to spare, and her fixes often worked

the field. Sure enough, the soil lay parched and yellow, drained of spiritual

sensing its emotions, she understood. “Nymph Grass and Shroomdew can’t grow side

and thrived. The new Nymph Grass seedlings were much weaker, so they didn’t stand a

dug up the survivors and followed Olivia across the field. They replanted the grass where the Shroomdev uldn’t

ignored it, murmuring to the plants. Since she was there, she’d help Olivia check the whole

the canteen, looking around

wonder they’re the top sect.”

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energy here is still much richer

“Small sects…rough life.”