Volume Three: The Tenfold Dao Intent Chapter 100: The Beginning

Standing atop the mountain, dressed in a training outfit specially prepared for this duel, he faced the fierce winds that whipped his clothes into a flurry of sound. Surveying his surroundings, he struck a dashing pose that instantly drew a chorus of screams.

"Showing off won't help you now," someone called. "Just don't end up getting beaten too badly."

No sooner had Ao Tian finished speaking than Qin Yang responded in a flash, "Brother, can we avoid hitting the face? My looks are my livelihood."

Ao Tian was left speechless, grateful their conversation was inaudible to the crowd below. "At least act like a master; you are at the Profound Realm, after all."

"What does it matter? Can style put food on the table?" Qin Yang retorted once more.

Finding further conversation impossible, Ao Tian attacked abruptly.

"Ao Tian, you're a Sword Sect master, and yet you resort to a sneak attack?" Qin Yang intentionally raised his voice, drawing countless eyes upon them.

"Nonsense!"

"Qin Yang, how dare you slander me. I'll knock your teeth out!" Ao Tian said, face darkening.

Qin Yang flashed a sheepish grin. "Hey, Brother Ao Tian, just joking around! No need to take it seriously!"

But as a sudden punch came flying at him, Qin Yang unleashed the Demon Fist Mark, and both men leapt back.

Ao Tian retreated just one step, while Qin Yang staggered back five. Though it was only a probing move, both already had the measure of each other.

Qin Yang’s expression grew grave—Ao Tian was even stronger than at their first meeting, now at the advanced Profound Realm. His swordsmanship had reached new depths.

If Ying Xiong were to face Ao Tian, he’d likely be cut down in an instant.

The two stood motionless, the crowd holding its breath, faces alight with excitement, for at that very moment, Ao Tian drew his sword.

The Sword Saint in White, his reputation hardly undeserved, wielded a blade both long and broad.

Its entire body was a dark crimson, ancient in appearance—clearly an artifact from ages past.

"I found this sword in an ancient ruin; its name is Immortal-Slayer. To slay a thousand immortals is my goal," Ao Tian declared, gazing over the vast earth, his killing intent piercing the clouds, sword intent gathering into the shape of the Immortal-Slayer.

"What’s that? Immortal-Slayer?" Qin Yang blinked, then burst out laughing at Ao Tian.

Slay a thousand immortals? Are you kidding me, brother? If I told you there’s only one immortal in this world, would you believe it? Your wish is doomed to fail.

"Heh, I have to admit, Ao Tian, your ambitions are grand," he said, his eyes suddenly turning sharp. "But I’d wager I understand immortals better than you."

He drew the Starfall Blade, and the world seemed to freeze around them.

The air compressed, the wind halted, and a vacuum formed instantly around the two.

"Your strength still isn’t enough—unleash your Berserker Body."

"As you wish."

Qin Yang wasted no time, activating the second tier of the Berserker Body technique. His aura surged, power rising.

Below, the assembled martial artists goggled and cried out.

"Damn, so that’s Qin Yang’s power-enhancing technique? That’s insane!"

"Yeah, if only I could get my hands on that!"

"Does anyone know if Qin Yang has a girlfriend? If not, he’s definitely tall, rich, and handsome!"

"Qin Yang, let me have your babies!"

Luckily, Qin Yang couldn’t hear the comments from the crowd, or he might have lost the will to fight—especially since most of his admirers were middle-aged women.

Song Yu stood, graceful as ever, beside an elderly man. Watching the duel, his eyes were full of awe.

Such powerful youths, such monstrous talent.

"It's truly him." Being so close, Song Yu trembled slightly. She had never imagined that after all these years, their reunion would be like this.

Qin Yang hadn’t noticed her. Though she had many things to ask, many feelings to share, she had to restrain herself. Qin Yang was in the middle of a duel; he couldn’t afford any distractions.

She had left without a word all those years ago, telling no one. Everyone thought she’d gone abroad to study, but that wasn’t the truth. Now, seeing him again, she didn’t know how to begin.

Besides, the penniless boy she once knew had become a giant in his own right.

Qin Yang of Beihai.

After today, that name would carry real weight—no one would dare look down on him. But that was a story for another time.

A blade’s sharpness can only be proven in battle.

The Starfall Blade had long been famous in the ancient martial world. Chen Tian had studied it for years without success, likely the reason he hadn’t appeared today. Instead, he’d called Qin Yang with a few words of advice.

Executing the Immortal-Slaying Technique, Qin Yang’s inner energy reached a terrifying pitch. His eyes flashed, and he struck—a slash as fierce as swallowing mountains and rivers, as awe-inspiring as the sun, moon, and stars. The day turned instantly to night, a violet beam shooting skyward.

The martial artists were stunned, ordinary people shaken—especially those at the foot of southern Nanshan. They’d thought they wouldn’t see anything, never expecting such power: day turned to night, the blade like a raging dragon.

Online, countless forums sprang up, unable to keep up with the torrent of posts. Even Baidu couldn’t lock down the buzz.

Meanwhile, a live broadcast was underway, capturing both Ao Tian and Qin Yang.

The chat scrolled madly.

"Get up to the summit, streamer!"

"Yeah, if you stream from the top, I’ll tip ten grand!"

"Cheapskate, I’ll tip a hundred thousand—just get up there!"

The streamer stared at the messages. Damn, he wanted to get up there too, but how could he with so many people in the way?

As more and more people offered gifts, he gritted his teeth and decided to take the risk. He was just a broke nobody; his girlfriend was about to leave him because he couldn’t afford a house.

This was a once-in-a-lifetime chance—he couldn’t let it slip away.

Sometimes, desperate men are truly formidable. He spotted Ermao, who was selling water, slapped down a hundred yuan bill, hefted a crate of mineral water, and dashed up the mountain.

"Make way! Make way! Beihai’s Qin Yang and the Sword Saint in White are thirsty; I’m bringing them water!"

The crowd parted instinctively, watching as the young man raced upward. Others, seeing this, tried the same trick but were stopped.

In the livestream chat:

"666, this guy’s a genius—even thought of that!"

"Damn, if you make it to the summit in one go, I’ll tip a hundred luxury cars!"

Some offered tips, others joked.

"What if Qin Yang and Ao Tian hear what you’re saying?"

He pushed himself for half an hour, running on pure adrenaline.

Finding a good spot in the throng, he set up his gear, gasping for breath and gulping water.

The chat exploded, tips rolling in, and viewer numbers soared—from ten thousand, to a hundred thousand… to a million.

In that moment, the underdog seized his chance, vaulting to top-tier streamer—millions in annual income.

Sometimes, opportunity is right in front of you; it just depends whether you have the eyes to see it and the courage to seize it.