Nobilis of War

Chapter 29 Blade And Sword Intents

Jimmy saw that Darren looked strangely uncomfortable and his heartbeat pounded fast. Still, he kept a

calm demeanor. "Darren, you should hurry and refine the seeds now in case someone sees us!" he

said.

Darren nodded, took the two crystals, and asked, "Jimmy, what are the blade intent and sword intent

seeds?"

"Well, Darren, you might not know this, but the highest level of blade cultivation and sword cultivation is

the Intent Realm. The two seeds were created by two masters. After refining them, you will gain the

ability to enter the Intent Realm of sword cultivation and blade cultivation. They are both extremely

valuable. I have never been able to get my hands on them for so many years in the sect," Jimmy

explained.

"But why give me both seeds? I have heard that one cannot cultivate both swordsmanship and blade

kills at the same time. Am I not going to get in trouble refining both?" Darren had heard of such rumors.

"Hey, that's just a rumor. Besides, that's the elders' idea. I'm sure there shouldn't be a problem," Jimmy

laughed, trying to put Darren at ease.

Darren had practiced both Profound Nine Sword Skills and Grand Thirteen Blade Skills, which were

great swordsmanship and blade skills respectively, and did not suffer any injury what so ever. So, it

looked like the rumor saying that one could not practice both swordsmanship and blade skills at the

same time was very likely untrue.

Immediately, he stopped hesitating, held the two seeds in his hands and mobilized his vital energy to

begin refining.

Only in the blink of an eye, Darren felt two tiny but different breaths of energy penetrating his veins.

Seeing Darren refine the two seeds, Jimmy knew he could not stay with Darren any longer and left. As

soon as he turned around, tears began to fall down his eyes. It made him feel terrible to hurt such a

genius, but there was no other way for him to save his brother.

In a short while, Jimmy returned to where William was.

"I have finished what you wanted me to do. Now, let my brother go!" Jimmy commanded as he looked

sadly at his brother. He had been beaten up so badly he almost seemed lifeless.

"Let him go? No way!" William's sidekick looked at him viciously and then hit Jimmy's brother on the

head. Instantly, he was killed.

"No!" Jimmy screamed and rushed over to his brother. "You bastards! I will tell the elders about what

happened!"

"Ha-ha! Tell the elders? Do you think I didn't get approvals from above in order to get those two

precious seeds? Only the elites of the Mysterious Realm have those! Use your brain, you idiot!" Karl

laughed ferociously. "This guy, Jimmy, deceived and harmed the talented disciple, Darren. Arrest him

and have him flogged!"

Karl commanded. Several masters at the second stage of the Spirit Realm swarmed up, beat Jimmy,

and took him away.

"William, you didn't do this just to get revenge for me," Karl said, pouting. He seemed dissatisfied.

"Well, we have to complete the task given by the elders and avenge you at the same time. Darren will

be a cripple from now on. You can do whatever you want with him," he replied.

"That's true. Thanks William!"

...

In the square, hundreds of disciples had already chosen a school of martial arts skill that they were to

pursue.

Nelson Qin moved around, still undecided between the schools.

"Nelson, if you join my School of Spear Skill, I will give you 50 superior spiritual herbs every month.

Plus, you'll get access to the Mysterious Spiritual Pool to wash your meridians at any time. What do

you think?" The elder of the School of Spear Skill made his personal and generous offers. He wanted

so badly to recruit the genius.

Every school must fulfill its promise of supplying resources to its disciples. This was the basis of the

school's relevance. Even if the disciple suffered great injury and became a cripple, the school still had

to keep its promise.

Nelson looked at him indifferently. Unmoved but polite, he replied, "Thank you for your kindness. I'll

consider it."

Clark, the elder of the School of Spear Skill, looked a little displeased that the offer was not good

enough to attract Nelson.

"Elder Clark, with Nelson's talent and background, I'm afraid he will not care too much about this,"

Ezra, the elder of the School of Boxing Skill, said. "Nelson, join my School of Boxing Skill. In addition to

the resources promised by Elder Clark, I'll also give you a book on an extraordinary martial skill and a

set of Spiritual Armour!" Ezra said.

Nelson's eyes brightened at once. That was exactly what he wanted. He immediately agreed. "Thank

you, Elder Ezra. I would like to join the School of Boxing Skill!"

"Ha-ha! Good!" Elder Ezra said happily.

"Are you sure that you're willing to give all of those to him, Ezra?" Several other elders asked, surprised

with his generosity.

"Geniuses with the Black Degree talent really get better treatment. I think Darren will get the same offer

too. How lucky!"

Nelson, a genius, had chosen the School of Boxing Skill. Now, everybody wondered what kind of offer

Darren would get.

Darren went up to the elders.

"Darren, tell me what you want. As long as it is not too excessive, I would like to invite you to join the

School of Arrow Skill," the elder of the School of Arrow Skill was the first to speak.

Alan, the elder of the School of Blade Skill, interrupted and said, "Darren, join my School of Blade Skill.

You can have any amount of superior spiritual herbs. I'll pass on two extraordinary martial skills to you

and you can choose two Spiritual Weapons at will."

"Oh, how generous of Alan! He really wants Darren to join his school!"

"This is unreasonable. Darren gets twice as many resources as Nelson but their talents are both of the

Black Degree," a group of disciples suddenly shouted in unison. They thought the resources promised

were too generous.

Nelson also looked embarrassed. It was true, they were both holders of the Black Degree talent. Why

did Darren get twice as many resources as him?

"Alan, you really want Darren, huh?" The rest of the elders shook their heads one after another,

thinking that the offer was too generous for a genius with the Black Degree talent. It really was not

worth it. They gave up the competition immediately.

Darren did not immediately accept it. Instead, he looked at Elsa with a smile.

Alan said to Elsa, "Elsa, I'm bound to get Darren. I'm sorry your father didn't allow you to pay more

resources than me, ha-ha!"

Elsa looked frozen. It was true that her father had the intention of getting her to recruit Darren, but the

budgeted resources she was allowed to give were far less than what Alan promised. This made her

feel a little embarrassed. She didn't know why, but she really wanted Darren to join the School of Sword

Skill.

"Darren, Join the School of Sword Skill. I'll supply you with 50 superior spiritual herbs and one Holy

Star Herb every month. I'll give you a rare book on an extraordinary sword skill. What do you think?"

Elsa struggled to give her offer.

The elders looked shocked when they heard that the offer included the Holy Star Herb.

Even the elders of the Ilmen Sect only had two Holy Star Herbs every month. They were extremely

precious for the elders in Mysterious Realm. It was unbelievable that Thomas would give such a plant

to Darren.

"Elsa, I don't think you can make such a decision. Thomas will never agree to that," Elder Alan said

doubtfully.

"I have full authority to represent my father this time and I mean what I said," Elsa said boldly. She felt

a little uncertain but managed not to show it on her face.

"I choose the School of Sword Skill." Darren didn't hesitate. In fact, he had always been inclined to join

the School of Sword Skill. Now that Elsa made such a generous offer, he didn't have to wait any longer.

"How bold of you Elsa! Ha-ha!" Alan laughed loudly, "Now, report the list of entry to the sect and have

the Chief Elder approve it."

Once the list got handed over to the Chief Elder, it would be a done deal. The sect would distribute

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"Darren, welcome to the School of Sword Skill!" Elsa said. She had a huge smile on her face.

"Please teach me, Elsa," Darren said modestly.

The choosing time for schools for martial arts skill was coming to an end. A disciple from the School of

Blade Skill approached Elder Alan and whispered something in his ear.

"Elsa, your school paid such a price for a cripple. Watch out for your father's anger," he said slyly.

"Elder Alan, just because Darren did not choose your school, it doesn't mean you can say such things

about students. Do you have no manners as an elder?" Elsa said angrily.

"If you don't believe me, feel free to check it out yourself. Darren has dug his own grave and has

become a cripple!" The disciple from the School of Blade Skill announced loudly.

Immediately, an elder stepped forward and went to Darren to check his meridians.

"You refined both the sword and blade intents at the same time! You combined both blade and sword

intents in your body! I'm sorry, child. You have destroyed your own future as a martial artist!" the elder

said with pity.

Elsa looked horrified hearing this claim.