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 nails into his palm. The sting was real. This wasn’t a dream.

blade, flicking away the frost clinging to the steel. His eyes held a glimmer of approval as he sized

Kian had grasped

in the duel. His mind buzzed with so many

throbbed, veins standing out on his forehead. Beyond sword

put, and no one dared

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

sword cultivators, only

Sword Saint’s eyes brightened. He nodded, inwardly thinking, ‘I knew this kid

his trance. Meeting the gaze, he murmured, “It’s

figure before him was familiar. It was Greg, the sword cultivator

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

gaze. He bowed deeply and

nodding at him. “You’ve got talent. Don’t waste

never taken on disciples before–too much hassle, and he hated being tied down. But he didn’t

a mission–protecting their precious little rabbits with their swords.

Greg waved a hand to dispel the barrier. His eyes scanned the crowd, searching. When he didn’t spot that small, round figure, he asked, “Where is

knew exactly who he meant. He paused before answering, “Nykie’s

that hour, she was probably still

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

This eyes

free meal wasn’t enough–he

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 in the air.

into silence. ‘Is…Is that really the Sword Saint?‘

cultivators recovered first, shooting the Sword Guild disciples strange

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was the aloof Sword Saint they’d claimed wouldn’t spare a

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the weight of so many skeptical stares, the Sword Guild disciples flushed with indignation. “We weren’t lying! He’s usually cold as

us, look–even Mr. Mitchell’s

that Celestial kid catch the Sword

even is

vanish, then exchanged nods. Herb Peak–had to

Guild disciples took off after them, curiosity trumping caution. They needed

bed, the fluffy rabbit twitched her nose, half–asleep. A sudden sneeze sent her tumbling. Achoo!” She rolled across the sheets, splayed her stubby paws, and stretched before blinking

it?‘ She didn’t see Kian, supposing

off either.‘ She hopped off the

Nyx with no pressing tasks. She dressed simply, wolfed down breakfast, and headed

Soul stage, her cultivation let her manage these fields far better than in her Foundation Building days- otherwise, she’d never have risked opening the canteen to guests from other sects.

seedlings with her Snow Dew Bottle,

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

turned to her by default when spirit plants sickened–forget Elder

followed her to the field. Sure enough, the soil lay parched and yellow, drained of

sensing its emotions, she understood. “Nymph

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

the field. They replanted the

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

a group wandered toward the

that spiritual energy? No wonder

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their weakest outpost, yet the spiritual energy here is still much richer than that in our sect.”

“Small sects…rough life.”