Chapter 11626 — The Blade of Fortune Qi

And even that was only assuming everything went smoothly.

By contrast, this Mr. Gu before him broke through in the thick of battle as casually as eating or drinking, and clearly still had strength to spare!

That was plainly the result of paving the road with tens of millions in fortune qi.

Wei Zhao could not help sighing again. "Fortune qi really is the best thing to have."

Still, when you got right down to it, an ordinary expert could not learn this trick even if he wanted to. Paving the road with fortune qi was handy enough, but only on the premise that you actually had that much fortune qi to spare.

Tens of millions in fortune qi at a moment's notice—and liquid fortune qi at that. In the whole Inner Royal Court, the number of people with the means for such extravagant spending could probably be counted on one hand.

And that was still not the end of it.

No sooner had the breakthrough finished than Mr. Gu turned around and conjured more than ten million in fortune qi, condensing it in his hand into the shape of a blade.

"The Blade of Fortune Qi?"

Wei Zhao raised an eyebrow.

Mr. Gu sneered. "That's right—the Blade of Fortune Qi, the sharpest blade under heaven. I wonder if that sword of yours can hold up this time?"

Strictly speaking, there was no such thing as the sharpest blade under heaven.

After all, divine weapons and peerless blades were too numerous to count, and in reality there was no way to run a hard-nosed test of two edges chopping against each other. Any claim to being the sharpest was, in essence, false advertising.

Yet when it was said that the Blade of Fortune Qi was the sharpest blade under heaven, few could refute it.

For no other reason than this: the Blade of Fortune Qi was sharp not because of any outrageous inherent toughness, but because any weapon that clashed with it would snap apart on its own under the drain of its fortune qi.

In that case, calling it the sharpest was naturally no exaggeration.

Wei Zhao's interest was piqued. "Let's give it a try."

"Good—then try it."

Even as he spoke, Mr. Gu had already swung his blade again.

In the instant the blade came out, what Wei Zhao saw was a myriad of overlapping blade shadows!

It was not one strike the man had unleashed, but a full ten million of them!

No matter how formidable a bladesman, no matter how profound his mastery of the way of the blade or how swift his draw, it was utterly impossible for him to reach such an exaggerated extreme.

This was the enhancement granted by the Blade of Fortune Qi.

Mr. Gu laughed heartily. "When fortune shines on you, everything you do seems touched by the gods. What a pleasure!"

At this moment, in his eyes, Wei Zhao was already a dead man who needed no further attention.

When that strike of ten million came down, it made no difference whether what he held was a blade of fortune qi or a plain stick of firewood—either one would have mashed a top-tier Venerable cultivator into pulp.

Wei Zhao was nothing but a mid-stage Earth Rank Venerable. On what grounds could he possibly stand against him?

Once Wei Zhao was dead, no one in the entire Han Prince Manor would be able to stop him. Then he would swallow the Han Prince Manor whole, and use it as his foundation to devour the other seven Prince Manors one after another!

Control of the entire Inner Royal Court would be within his grasp.

A dragon's roar cut short Mr. Gu's fleeting reverie.

Looking at the dragon soul coiling around Wei Zhao, Mr. Gu was unconcerned.

To ordinary people, a dragon stood lofty and exalted, but to an existence of his caliber it amounted to four words: nothing but a beast.

Never mind a single ethereal dragon soul—even a true dragon of pure bloodline planted squarely before him would meet the same end: chopped dead with a single stroke.

A thing done in passing, requiring no fuss at all.

Until, that is, Wei Zhao casually extended a single sword strike.

The ten million layers of blade shadows raised by the blade of fortune qi halted dead in an instant.

What was going on!

Watching his own blade of fortune qi shatter before his eyes, Mr. Gu's face was written all over with astonishment; he was utterly dumbstruck.

This was a blade of fortune qi, an existence condensed from ten million in fortune qi—in theory no weapon ought to be able to clash head-on with it. So how had it shattered just like that?

Was it the sword? Or was it the effect of that dragon soul?

Mr. Gu was completely at a loss, little knowing that this was merely one layer of the mystery of Wei Zhao's dragon soul.

It was called resonance.

As the name suggested, it meant adjusting frequency to achieve resonance with the opponent.

In fact, against ordinary weapons, resonance could certainly produce a destructive effect, but it was very difficult to achieve such striking results.

The blade of fortune qi was a solid entity condensed from fortune qi, and its very principle of formation relied on the ultra-high-frequency entanglement and vibration between strands of fortune qi—so this time it had run straight into the muzzle of the dragon soul's mystery.

A proper weapon could at least hold out for a while before shattering.

The blade of fortune qi, by contrast, once its resonance point was found, shattered in an instant—exactly as was happening now.

Mr. Gu possessed no such madman's insight, and for a moment he simply could not work out what had happened at all—but the more baffling it was, the greater the impact Wei Zhao's move dealt him.

It was awesome without being understood, and terrifying upon closer thought.

But matters had come to this point, and he had no time to ponder other countermeasures; in his urgency he could only once again smash down ten million in fortune qi and recondense a blade of fortune qi.

The only thing he could still pin his hopes on was that Wei Zhao's strike had been nothing but a lucky fluke.

Or perhaps Wei Zhao had already spent everything he had to shatter that first blade of fortune qi, his last card played out.

But harsh reality dealt him a stinging slap across the face.

With a dragon's roar, the second blade of fortune qi shattered just as the first had.

At that, Mr. Gu's heart sank to the very bottom of his chest.

Reason told him the wisest course now was to flee at once and abandon Prince Han's estate.

But he could not bring himself to accept it.

He had laid his plans for so long, poured in so much thought and effort, finally seized such a heaven-sent opportunity; the meat was already at his lips, and he would only get to swallow a single morsel. Who in his place could accept that?

"Impossible! No one is going to stop me!"

Mr. Gu gritted his teeth and slammed down a full twenty million in fortune qi, and to his own astonishment condensed twin blades of fortune qi.

Even Wei Zhao could not help but feel his eyelids twitch.

If nothing else, the man's scale of spending really was nothing to sneeze at.

One had to understand that while these blades of fortune qi were indeed incomparably fierce, compared with other weapons they carried one fatal flaw.

They were single-use consumables.

Pour ten million in fortune qi into them, and no matter how you used them along the way, they would scatter on their own once the time limit ran out.

This was pure, unadulterated extravagance.

Otherwise, blades of fortune qi would have been everywhere long ago; after all, for experts at the Venerable Realm, especially Earth-Rank Venerables and above, ten million in fortune qi was a huge sum, but grit one's teeth and it was not impossible to scrape together.

But to sink ten million in fortune qi merely for a time-limited consumable—that was genuinely more than an ordinary cultivator could bear.

In under three breaths' time, this Mr. Gu had already poured four blades' worth of fortune qi into the fight; counting the breakthrough he had forced mid-battle, that came to a full fifty million in fortune qi.