Chapter 1 - Lin Xuan
Chapter 1 of "Inverse Sword Mad God" begins with: Xuantian Sect, Sword Training Peak.In the spacious mountain terrain, dozens of white-clad youths were practicing... See the full story!
Xuantian Sect, Sword Training Peak.
In the spacious mountain terrain, dozens of white-clad youths were practicing swordsmanship, their longswords enveloped in dazzling Spiritual Power, the blades cutting through the air and causing unceasing reverberations above them.
Not far away, a group of hemp-clad youths looked on idiotically with eyes full of envy.
âIf only I could be one of them,â one hemp-clad youth said.
âThen I could learn and practice swordsmanship tooâjust thinking about it gets me excited!â
âDream on!â another retorted.
âThey are disciples of the Xuantian Sect, and we are Sword Slaves.
How could we possibly practice swordsmanship like them?â
âBecoming a disciple of the Xuantian Sect is easy, just follow Lin Xuanâs example!â a sarcastic voice rang out.
The hemp-clad youths burst into laughter, though all their gazes were drawn to the same spot.
In a forest clearing, a hemp-clad youth around sixteen or seventeen years old, with delicate features and a slightly frail body, was thrusting with a Black Iron Long Sword relentlessly.
His clothes were soaked with sweat, but he seemed utterly unaware of it. SŃará´h the NovŃlĆire.n(e)t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.
âLin Xuan?
Hmph, with that waste?
Give him a hundred years, and heâll never become a disciple of the Xuantian Sect!
Not to mention, among us, heâs the worst.
What does he have to become a disciple of the Xuanjian Sect?â
âRight, I heard he tried to break through to the Magnetic Condensation Realm a while back and failed miserably, vomiting blood and even dropping his cultivation to Body Refining Third Rank.
He hasnât recovered since!â The voice dripped with schadenfreude.
âThat Lin Xuan, practicing the same sword move for three months, and itâs an utterly unremarkable one at that.
Heâs probably driven himself mad with it!â
Many spoke loudly, and Lin Xuan, hearing these words, felt a tinge of bitterness, but his grip on his sword tightened.
He kept a stern expression and continued practicing.
In the Martial Arts, Body Refinement is foundational, and reaching the Magnetic Condensation Realm is considered entry-level.
Only by opening up the Spirit Vein within oneâs body can there be hope for traveling further on the Martial Arts path.
âBrother Wang has already reached the Ninth Tier Body Refining, right?
Donât forget us when you break through to the Mystical Realm!â Seeing Lin Xuan unfazed, the hemp-clad youths cursed under their breath and then began to flatter a nearby youth.
âDefinitely, Brother Wang could break through in two more months, and maybe then he could even become a disciple of the Xuantian Sect!â
Wang Yang glanced disdainfully at Lin Xuan before saying, âIt wonât take two months.
In just one month, Iâll break through!â
âReally?
Brother Wang is mightyâŚâ The surrounding hemp-clad youths pandered to him.
âBrother Wang, why not teach that arrogant Lin Xuan a lesson?â
Wang Yang had long harbored dissatisfaction towards Lin Xuan.
He glanced at the white-clad disciples practicing their swordsmanship, estimating there was still a long rest period ahead, and then he stood up, heading towards Lin Xuan.
The group of hemp-clad youths followed eagerly, ready to scoff at Lin Xuanâs misfortune.
Absorbed in his sword training, Lin Xuan lunged forward, thrusting his sword straightforwardly, leaving a Sword Mark with a flash of Sword Light on the tree trunk.
What they didnât know was that this single move had been practiced by Lin Xuan for three years.
From that very day, he practiced this sword move daily, never ceasing no matter the circumstances.
Swish!
A stone flew towards the back of Lin Xuanâs head with a whistling sound, its fierce momentum alarming.
tilted his body, narrowly dodging the attack.
He stopped and looked around angrily, only to see Wang Yang and a gang of hemp-clad youths standing nearby, looking for trouble.
âHey, not bad on dodging!
How did you manage that?â Wang Yang said with a grin.
âWhat do you want?â Lin Xuan clenched his longsword tightly and asked in a deep voice.
Had he been a moment slower, his head would have been pierced, creating a Blood Cave.
He bore no grudges against these people, yet their attacks were so vicious!
âI heard youâve been practicing a sword move for three months, must be quite powerful.
Letâs see it,â Wang Yang urged.
gave them a cold look, remaining silent.
âWhat, scared?
Or are you saying youâve practiced for three months and itâs got no effect?â Wang Yang laughed boisterously.
âBrother Wang, show him how itâs done, let him see how formidable you are!â
âKid, let me show you what true swordsmanship is!â Wang Yang took a step forward, a fierce aura bursting forth from him like a dormant volcano ready to erupt.
âAs expected from the Ninth-Level Body Refinement, just his aura is making me uncomfortable!â Several of the hemp-clad youths exclaimed in awe.
Wang Yang sneered, drew his fine steel sword, flourished it in an arc, and then thrust it towards Lin Xuan.
The hemp-clad youths widened their eyes, wanting to witness Lin Xuanâs helpless defeat.
They were tired of this misfit; they were all Sword Slaves, so why was he acting so high and mighty?
sighed, his pale hand gripping the black sword.
In the next moment, his eyes turned exceptionally fierce.
Drawing the sword, rising, thrusting the sword, and sheathing it.
All happened in the blink of an eye.
By the time everyone gathered their wits, Lin Xuan had already sheathed the Black Iron Long Sword, standing coldly tall.
âImpossible, this canât be happening!â Wang Yang turned around in horror, finding a lock of his hair had been cut, and there was a cut on his neck from which blood was slowly seeping.
The crowd inhaled sharply, astonished that Wang Yangâs Ninth-level Body Refinement cultivation could be defeated by Lin Xuanâs Third Rank, and with a single move at that.
âWho exactly is this Lin Xuan, and what swordsmanship has he been practicing?â Everyone wondered.
âWhatâs happening here, what are you all crowding around for?
Looking to rebel!â A sharp voice suddenly cut through the murmurs.