Cultivating by picking up attributes, I accumulate my strength! - Chapter 196

Chapter 196: Chapter 130: Do you not feel ashamed for holding a sword for a woman?

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“Crack!”

Within the mansion, underneath the stage, the jade stone floor shattered, revealing a dense web of cracks.

Standing at a distance, one could see Han Ye didn’t have a sword in his hand,

yet dozens of sword shadows had appeared.

What shocked people even more was the golden glow that emerged from Han

Ye’s two fingers.

The domineering golden color of his vitality blood spread from his fingers to

his entire body.

In the next moment, Han Ye’s body had turned entirely golden, resembling a statue made of pure gold.

Without any hesitation, Han Ye struck again. A mere punch to the ground stirred up a violent wind that defeated all the disciples of the four major families, including the sword-holding seedlings who led the families, and the eldest sons of the four clans. They were all suppressed and defeated by Han

Ye’s overwhelming power.

No flying sword could get within three feet of Han Ye.

The ordinary flying swords lost their senses or were broken and flung away

like toys.

Looking at him, he seemed invincible.

At this point, the Nascent Soul elder could no longer stand by. He slightly moved his hand, summoned his magic power, released a crystal-clear spiritual light, and struck at Han Ye.

Han Ye’s reaction was lightning-fast. He stretched out his palm to block, and

the spiritual light collided with his palm.

“Bang!”

A penetrating force was transmitted from his palm. Even Han Ye, after taking this hit, did not feel good.

His arm went numb, and he involuntarily took a few steps back.

But in just a moment, his Nine Revolutions Golden Core slowly revolved, and golden magic power flowed into his arm, quickly negating the numbness.

The Nascent Soul elder raised his palm, gripping tightly. Seeing that Han Ye was unharmed, his eyes constantly shifted, a touch of gloom running through them: “How is it possible for an outright Golden Core Realm to resist a full-strength strike from the Nascent Soul Realm, unless… his Golden Core has seven turns or above.”

“Looking at the entire Fuyao State, the cultivators with seven or above Golden

Core turns can be counted on one hand.”

“Who are you exactly!”

The servant in the courtyard timidly said:

“Elder, this person is a disciple of the Dragon Sparrow Sect. I thought he was here to see the Patriarch, but he seems to be here to make trouble.”

“Damn it!”

Chen Ke and Zhang Chenglu were both defeated, and did not go on stage again. They had sensed the gap between their realm and Han Ye’s. Forcing themselves to fight would be meaningless.

They four major families came to Chu Family mainly for the wedding.

Therefore, they did not follow the elders above Deity Transformation level;

they could only rely on the cultivators from Chu Family.

Chen Ke had a somewhat gloomy expression on his handsome face as he loudly questioned Han Ye:

“Today is a big happy event for the Chu Family. If you come to cause trouble, you need to give us an explanation. Do you intend to oppose the entire Fuyao

State!”

in his view, Han Ye’s actions were an affront to the four major families and also harmed the reputation of the Chu Family. He was bound to become an object of disdain for the entire Fuyao State, as this state was ruled by the eight main families.

To offend them is to offend Fuyao State.

The sword qi surrounding Han Ye gradually disappeared, turning invisible.

Looking at everyone, Han Ye smiled faintly and said.

“Not fighting anymore?”

He stared at those who dared not meet his gaze, and loudly declared: “Today, the eldest daughter of the Chu Family won’t be married off. That’s what I say.” “What exactly is your relationship with Chu Xianyu?

Chen Ke spoke, still trying to carefully probe.

Zhang Chenglu gritted his teeth: “He must be here for Cangbi!”

In a cold voice, Han Ye said, “A girl’s life is important. You say you’ll marry her off, but has anyone considered the feelings of the person in question?”

“Today, I’m here to seek justice for this lady.

The eldest son of the Bai Family, Bai Tuhua, who had been quiet all along, stepped forward in his green robe, hands held behind his back. He asked: “justice? Who are you to seek justice for her? Are you the patriarch of the Chu Family, or the top swordsman of the Chu Family, or even the Chu Family’s elder? What qualifications and position do you have to intervene and seek justice for her?”

Bai Tuhua was wise enough not to clash with Han Ye directly. Instead, he attempted to undermine Han Ye’s motivation.

A Sword Cultivator’s actions are always driven by their heart.

Once one’s sword heart is broken, everything shall fall into place.

This is a family matter for the eight main families of Fuyao. What right does an outsider have to interfere?

Upon hearing this, the crowd also realized that the young master Bai was right. The other party had consistently refused to reveal his identity, which indicated that he was certainly an outsider. He was neither the patriarch of the Chu Family nor the elder of the Chu Family, so what rights did he have to interfere with the tournament?

Han Ye smiled at the remarks: “You think you can argue with these naive words?”

“justice lies in people’s hearts. As long as the girl doesn’t want to get married, I will fight to the end.”

Bai Tuhua narrowed his eyes, understanding at last.

This man was essentially Chu Xianyu s protector, ready to draw his sword at

the slightest injustice against her.

Thus, he questioned once more:

“AS a sword cultivator, do you find it shameful to draw your sword for a woman?”

“Hahaha!”

Who would have expected that, upon hearing this question, Han Ye would burst into laughter, leaving the members of the four major families looking at each other in confusion.

After a moment, Han Ye stopped laughing and said calmly to everyone:

“My sword was granted to me by her. She had once wielded a sword for me, so what harm is there in me wielding a sword for her today?

As soon as he finished speaking, the sword qi surrounding Han Ye grew sharper, creating a whirlwind that made it hard for those around to open their eyes.

“Enough.”

A man in his twenties in a scarlet robe came flying on his sword towards Han Ye, speaking in a cold tone.

The Flaming Ancient Sword at his feet emitted waves of heat, as if it could turn the surrounding ground into a wasteland..