Translator: CinderTL
Jiang Ye continued his daily labor, but now, in addition to his work, he diligently practiced martial arts, preparing for the decisive battle a month away.
The youth in luxurious robes had long noticed this.
He didn't interfere.
Just a slave, he thought. Even if he trains, what difference will it make? Can he possibly change his fate?
Time flew by.
One day, three days, ten days...
In the blink of an eye, Jiang Ye had only one day left.
On that final day, he emerged from the stables, a wooden sword strapped to his back, and set out on the path to the decisive battle.
He walked steadily forward, passing through magnificent palaces and grand structures.
"It's that horse-breeding slave."
"Why is he out of the stables?"
"The lowly slave has no right to walk these roads."
"The guy's heading to the frontline battlefield tomorrow. Let him have his moment," countless voices murmured.
The sect disciples all stared down at Jiang Ye, their gazes cold and contemptuous.
And so, under the weight of countless indifferent eyes, Jiang Ye traversed more than half the sect.
Finally, he stopped before an incomparably magnificent Glazed Palace.
The palace was constructed entirely of seven-colored jade, even the paving stones before it were laid with refined gold and exquisite jade, creating a breathtakingly luxurious sight.
"Halt!"
"Lowly wretch, stop at once!"
"This is the holy maiden's residence. You have no right to approach!" Before Jiang Ye could take another step, a barrage of scolding voices rang out from above.
Countless sect disciples glared down at Jiang Ye, their voices sharp with reprimand.
But Jiang Ye paid them no heed.
He fixed his gaze on the palace ahead, determination blazing in his eyes.
Then, in a voice slightly deep yet resonantly clear, he declared, "Jiang Ye, the horse-breeding slave, challenges the holy maiden to battle!"
A brief, deathly silence fell over the surroundings.
Whoosh!
"Audacious!"
"Audacious slave! What do you think you're doing? How dare you challenge the holy maiden?"
"You're courting death!" Countless sect disciples erupted in fury.
A horse-breeding slave, the lowest of the low in the sect hierarchy—just a slave.
Challenging the sacred and noble sect saintess? Utterly absurd!
The youth in luxurious robes roared, "You vile creature! Are you trying to die? Get back here now!"
He had been following Jiang Ye ever since he left his quarters.
Jiang Ye's actions were beyond his wildest imagination.
The sect saintess held an exalted position, so lofty that even he dared not entertain the slightest improper thought about her.
How could a mere horse-breeding slave presume to challenge her?
Jiang Ye ignored the disciples' furious shouts.
He stood before the palace, waiting silently.
When no response came from within, he gripped the hilt of the sword behind his back.
Whoosh! The longsword slid from its sheath.
Wielding the wooden blade, Jiang Ye strode directly toward the palace.
Witnessing this, the countless sect disciples behind him descended into madness, yet none dared take a single step closer to the palace.
The sect saintess was the supreme symbol within the sect, a belief deeply ingrained in everyone's minds.
The area where the holy maiden resided was a forbidden zone, strictly off-limits to all.
But now?
Jiang Ye, a mere horse-breeding slave, seemed to be trampling upon this sacred rule.
At first.
Jiang Ye trembled, his legs shaking uncontrollably.
This was the sect where he had lived for decades, its rules towering above him, inviolable. He had never dared to defy them, not even in the slightest.
Yet today, he was shattering that very law.
With each step he took, Jiang Ye's legs gradually stopped shaking, his stride growing increasingly firm.
Just then.
Whoosh! A vast, overwhelming pressure erupted from within the palace.
The pressure was boundless, forcing Jiang Ye to bend over, his spine unable to straighten.
Whoosh!
A moon-like figure appeared above the palace, standing barefoot in mid-air, her aura ethereal and otherworldly.
The sect saintess!
In an instant, the surroundings fell silent.
The holy maiden's face was exquisitely beautiful, unlike any mortal's, and her aura was ethereal and otherworldly, as if she existed apart from the world.
Countless sect disciples bowed in reverence, daring not harbor a single blasphemous thought.
Only Jiang Ye stood stubbornly in place, still resisting the terrifying pressure.
"You."
"Dare to challenge me?" The holy maiden spoke from her lofty position, her gaze sweeping down upon Jiang Ye.
Her voice was ethereal and transcendent, like celestial music devoid of emotion.
At the same time, the pressure intensified, as if a mountain were pressing down on Jiang Ye's shoulders.
Under this invisible force, any other sect disciple would have long since collapsed, kneeling to beg forgiveness.
But Jiang Ye had no other choice.
Huff!
With great effort, Jiang Ye raised his longsword, aiming it at the holy maiden high in the heavens.
The moment he raised his sword—
Clatter!
As if an invisible seal had been broken.
Boom!
A vast life aura erupted from Jiang Ye's body, blazing like the midday sun with boundless terror.
"What?"
"This is...?"
"That horse-breeding slave, he...?" Countless sect disciples were stunned.
Meanwhile, the longsword in Jiang Ye's hand had unconsciously transformed into a pitch-black long spear.
A flicker of confusion crossed his eyes.
But the confusion swiftly vanished, replaced by clarity.
"So that's it."
"This was all just a test?" Jiang Ye had fully recovered his memories.
He turned his gaze back to the holy maiden high above.
"Holy maiden?"
"Just a mortal." Jiang Ye snorted coldly, his figure blurring into an afterimage as he tore through the sky.
The spear struck!
Boom! A terrifying spear beam, imbued with the Nirvana Divine Essence, surged to its peak in an instant and crashed down upon the holy maiden.
The holy maiden's face paled as she frantically raised her sword to block.
Clang!
The spear and sword collided, unleashing an ear-splitting roar.
Crack! The holy maiden's sword let out a mournful wail as a fissure split its blade.
Boom!
An immeasurable, terrifying force erupted, violently surging into the holy maiden's body and tearing everything apart.
"Die," Jiang Ye said, sweeping his long spear horizontally. A spear flash streaked across the air.
The holy maiden's body flew backward, crashing heavily into the ground.
Jiang Ye landed beside her, planting a foot firmly on her chest.
The surrounding sect disciples had long fallen silent in horror, while the youth in luxurious robes wore a look of utter shock.
So realistic, Jiang Ye thought to himself.
Suddenly, a murderous glint flashed in his eyes.
Whoosh! With a sweeping motion, his spear tore through the youth in luxurious robes, instantly reducing him to a cloud of blood mist.
The essence of martial dao cultivation lay in seeking inner freedom.
Since the youth had provoked him, whether real or illusionary, killing him was the only answer.
After eliminating the youth in luxurious robes, Jiang Ye roared, "Break!" His long spear slashed through the air like lightning.
Whoosh!
A terrifying spear flash tore across the sky with astonishing force, shattering the illusory world around him.
The scene before Jiang Ye rapidly dissolved.
He immediately knew that the sixth-level trial of the Martial Dao Heavenly Ladder had finally ended.
(End of the Chapter)
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