Immortal and Martial Dual Cultivation Chapter 1710

Chapter 1710 (Raw 1722): The Saber Light Reflects One's Heart
After knocking back Gongzi Mo with one strike, Xiao Chen smiled coldly. No one on the sixth floor dared to underestimate him anymore.
Gongzi Mo's complexion paled. He debated whether to activate his Great Desolate Eon Bloodline and try to regain face.
However, who knew, after placating that Dao Tool, Xiao Chen headed straight for the seventh floor without looking back.
The seventh floor!
It turned out that Xiao Chen's objective was the seventh floor from the very start. The faces of all the true inheritors here sank, with a trace of surprise. The seventh floor was a place that they did not dare to go.
Everyone knew that the seventh floor had the best Dao Tools. However, the people among the disciples of the three blessed lands who dared to go to the seventh floor were extremely few.
Not only did one need strength, but one also had to be extremely bold.
Everything on the seventh floor was a Dao Tool. With so much Dao Might overlapping, the pressure was vast and boundless. One still needed to subdue a Dao Tool under such pressure. If one was not careful, one would die a miserable death.
One might already be famous in the blessed lands, dazzling among the same generation. One's fame might even spread throughout the Grave Sea Cluster.
One would already have a great future. As long as one followed the routine, one would become highly valued by one's sect. One would be certain to reach the Cloud Sea Realm, unfettered by anything.
However, once one arrived at the Ten Thousand Weapon Pavilion's seventh floor, one had to be ready to die. All one's glory had nothing to do with one's determination and boldness.
Without sufficient boldness, no one dared to enter the seventh floor.
It was just like Gongzi Mo. He was strong enough and had a bloodline of the Great Desolate Eon's ten thousand races. However, he did not dare to go up.
Why? Because Gongzi Mo cherished his life.
However, just at this moment, Xiao Chen, whom Gongzi Mo just threatened, turned around and climbed to the seventh floor. All of Gongzi Mo's thoughts of using his Great Desolate Eon bloodline and going all out immediately vanished. Instead, he felt a stifling sense of defeat.
When facing someone with such boldness, even if Gongzi Mo activated his Great Desolate Eon bloodline, the other party would dare to fight with his life on the line.
When one was even too cowardly to fight, how could there be any chance of victory?
After charging to the seventh floor, Xiao Chen did not care about what Gongzi Mo thought. No matter how strong a person who did not dare to assay the seventh floor was, Xiao Chen would not care about him. Such a person was not even worth remembering the name of.
The entrance of the seventh floor was blocked by a light barrier that looked like a water screen.
If one wanted to enter the seventh floor, one had to go through the barrier first. It essentially established a minimum threshold.
When standing before this barrier, Xiao Chen felt surging waves of pressure assaulting him. Just standing there motionless, he found it hard to raise his feet.
"Whoosh!"
A figure appeared on the water-screen-like barrier. It was Xiao Chen himself, looking back at him indifferently.
With a quick thought, Xiao Chen figured out the purpose of the water-screen-like barrier. One had to "kill" oneself. Only a "dead" man could enter the seventh floor of the Ten Thousand Weapon Pavilion.
Only by forgetting about life and death, being a person who could gamble with his life, could one enter the seventh floor.
Immediately, Xiao Chen took a deep breath. Aside from the exceedingly strong, those who dared to enter this seventh floor were all ruthless people who dared to gamble with their lives.
These people did not care about their past glory, willing to gamble it all for a Dao Tool and forging a future. Their sights were no longer set on the Cloud Sea Realm.
Such a person was the scariest!
Fortunately…Xiao Chen was such a person as well. He desired this sort of competition to stir his hot-bloodedness.
He sent out his Great Dao Energy and set aside life and death, as well as glory. Then, he took a large stride forward and passed the water-screen-like barrier.
"Crack!"
Xiao Chen's figure on the water-screen-like barrier immediately shattered. The moment he passed this, he no longer cared about life and death.
"What a strong pressure!"
As soon as Xiao Chen entered, he felt tremendous, omnipresent pressure. The air was like seawater pressing down on him.
"Xiao Chen!"
Just at this moment, a soft cry rang out. Xiao Chen looked in the direction of the voice and saw that it was the Purple Flame Sect's strongest true inheritor, Hua Yunfeng.
Currently, the other party was subduing a treasure sword. The normally at ease Hua Yenfeng appeared to be progressing with enormous difficulty, facing a pressure as heavy as a mountain.
When Hua Yunfeng saw Xiao Chen arrive, he revealed astonishment on his face.
Xiao Chen nodded his head slightly in greeting. Then, he examined the environment of the seventh floor.
The seventh floor was vast, especially in contrast to the sparse number of people, which made it appear even emptier and vaster. There was also another difference from the other floors: the ceiling was extremely high, nearly at the limits of one's vision.
This floor was at least three kilometers tall. When one looked up, the suppression of the Dao Might resulted in a misperception of boundless height.
In the center of the room, all the Dao Tools described a small column rising towards the ceiling.
On the entire seventh floor, there were only eight people, including Xiao Chen and Hua Yunfeng.
Aside from Hua Yunfeng and Xiao Chen, there were three monks from the Potala Mountain, two of Heavenly Shaking Mountain's Confucian scholars, and only one female, who cultivated righteous Qi.
That female looked delicate and pretty, valiant and formidable. She appeared even more righteous than the two male Confucian scholars.
Seeing Xiao Chen look at her, that female smiled faintly and continued working on subduing the Dao Tool she wanted—a Confucian sect master's sword.
The three monks did not care about Xiao Chen's arrival at all. They focused on subduing the Dao Tools they wanted.
The two Confucian scholars glanced indifferently at each other before ignoring Xiao Chen.
The situation did not look good. They, including Hua Yunfeng, were far from subduing the weapons they wanted.
The Dao Might here was too strong. They could not bring out even half of their strength. The various Dao Tools were very unruly and prideful.
For example, one of the three monks was currently attempting to subdue a heavy bronze Buddhist staff radiating a Buddhist light.
That monk tried several times, but he did not even manage to touch it. Instead, he ended up significantly injured. Fortunately, he cultivated the Indestructible Iron Body and already achieved a certain level of proficiency, so it was not a big deal.
"I should look around and find the Dao Tool that I need."
Xiao Chen's gaze landed on the round pillar described by Dao Tools in the middle of the hall, then swept up and down as he searched carefully.
This saber is unsheathed, revealing all its sharpness. It does not know how to hide itself. Not suitable!
This saber has no edge and is extremely heavy. This would be the top choice of people who cultivate Vital Qi. Not suitable!
This saber contains the Fire Dao. It is not relevant to me at all. Not suitable!
Not suitable! Not suitable! Not suitable!
Xiao Chen rejected ten-odd sabers with one glance. His gaze shifted increasingly higher. In the blink of an eye, he eliminated everything in sight.
"Whoosh!"
Enduring the considerable pressure, Xiao Chen could only take flight and continue searching.
"He is biting off more than he can chew. He will end up falling sooner or later!"
Nan Jin, one of the two male Confucian scholars, watched coldly, showing disdain on his face, as Xiao Chen soared higher.
The others also revealed mocking expressions when they saw what Xiao Chen did, thinking that he was overestimating his abilities.
The Dao Might of this seventh floor was vast and boundless. Just standing on the floor was already hard. For Xiao Chen to dare to fly up was truly reckless.
"Brother Xiao Chen, don't be too rash. This place is different from outside. If you accidentally anger the Dao Tools, you might cause a chain reaction and suffer waves of attacks from their Dao Might. So, be careful."
Hua Yunfeng could not bear to keep watching. After all, Xiao Chen was an honored guest of the Purple Flame Sect. Thus, he frowned slightly and kindly warned Xiao Chen.
"Many thanks for Brother Hua's reminder. I will be careful."
Xiao Chen thought to himself, Although these people left behind life and death, the caution ingrained in their bones remains unchanged.
If not for the special circumstance of not finding a Dao Tool that he wanted, Xiao Chen would not take such a risk, either.
However, Xiao Chen never settled for less. A saber was a bladesman's second life. All the more he could not approach this so casually.
He absolutely could not just choose one carelessly; he wanted one that caught his attention. Otherwise, connecting to it and bringing out its full power would be impossible.
The vast Dao Might assaulted Xiao Chen. He felt like he was carrying a mountain as he soared higher, enduring immense pressure.
"Whoosh!"
Suddenly, for some reason, a prideful long sword unsheathed by one centimeter. An intense and dazzling light shot towards Xiao Chen, together with a strand of sword Qi.
Caught off guard, Xiao Chen startled. Fortunately, he had been careful and remained cautious.
He brought out his full force and punched, shattering this strand of sword Qi.
However, his fist ended up bloody, mangled into a sorry sight. Even his bones were exposed. This showed how sharp the sword light was.
"Whoosh! Whoosh!"
The sword Qi shattered into countless shards, flying around everywhere and kicking up strong winds. The aerial environment of the seventh floor turned increasingly malicious.
"This fellow is truly seeking death!" Gongsun Po, the other male Confucian scholar, shook his head and continued subduing the sword that he wanted.
Slowly, Xiao Chen found a pattern. After he reached a certain height, he would suffer the attack of a Dao Weapon every one hundred meters.
Hence, along the way, in just a mere one kilometer, he was already riddled with wounds dyeing his white robes with blood.
Slowly, the expressions the others had as they watched him changed.
They all secretly felt afraid. The will of this white-clad person was too strong and determined.
The Dao Tools of this floor were the very best among premium goods. The difference was not huge. There was no need to fly so high and take such a huge risk to find a saber that caught their eye.
Although the Dao Tools that these people chose did not completely suit them, as long as they were willing to overlook that, it would be fine.
Just being able to bring out a Dao Tool would already be incredible, something that would shake the entire Grave Sea.
Their progression to the Cloud Sea Realm would be almost guaranteed, and their future was without limits.
It was really somewhat foolish to be as stubborn as Xiao Chen.
"Where did this fellow come from? Why does he not give off the air of a disciple of a famous sect at all." Hua Yunfeng felt nervous. Right now, Xiao Chen looked like a barbarian.
"Whoosh!"
Suddenly, a spear broke the pattern, appearing at lightning speed and stabbing at Xiao Chen. A cold light flickered in the surroundings. The expression of the seven below changed. This spear attack was too fast and too cold, icy and merciless. It could not be dodged.
The piercing cold light forced everyone to close their eyes involuntarily. When they opened their eyes again, they saw that Xiao Chen already grasped the spear shaft.
However, Xiao Chen only managed to push the spearhead aside by two centimeters, avoiding a vital spot but letting it stab into his shoulder.
Cold Qi invaded Xiao Chen's body. The Great Dao Energy of the Ice Dao spread inside him. His figure immediately wobbled, about to fall over at any moment.
The 9-Star Primal Core bore the brunt, sealed in ice.
Xiao Chen's limbs froze, and his entire body stiffened. As his figure slowly descended, his injuries were all frozen, completely numbed.
"Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!"
The spear continued to tremble. The force of the sudden strike still had not dissipated. Instead, it continued to bore into Xiao Chen's body.
"I've gone too far…"
Despair appeared in Xiao Chen's heart. His limbs were numb; even his blood felt frozen. He could not activate his Great Desolate Eon bloodline.
"Whoosh!"
Just as Xiao Chen's consciousness blurred, a bright saber light flashed atop the pillar of Dao Tools.
His already glazed eyes noticed this saber light and saw half of that Dao Tool.
In the next moment, the saber light vanished, and he could no longer see the Dao Tool. An intense and irrepressible desire immediately surged in his heart.
That is it! That is it! That is the Dao Tool that I have been searching for so bitterly!
I absolutely cannot give up here. Absolutely not!