185: Chapter 181 Triple Blades and Six Holes (Three Chapters in One)_2 185: Chapter 181 Triple Blades and Six Holes (Three Chapters in One)_2 Right, I rember that at the end of my previous life, my last consciousness was within the “Divine Emperor” ga.
The Seven Emperors of the Cloud Realm vied for power.
Alone, with a sword in hand, I fought against a multitude of heroes, yet in the final mont, a current of electricity shot through my body, and I lost all consciousness.
When I awoke, I was already in a different body.
Everything before was no longer that familiar world.
So at this very mont, am I inside a ga, or am I truly in an era 13,000 years earlier?
Feeling dizzy once again, Zong Shou simply put everything aside and stopped thinking about it.
Inside this carriage, with nothing better to do, Zong Shou took out a Green Steel Sword about three feet long and started practicing his swordsmanship in the relatively spacious carriage.
His footsteps moved forward and backward, turning and shifting, coordinating with his body, causing the sword light to flash within the not-too-big, not-too-small space of the carriage.
Just as in his previous life, each sword form, each step, was so precise that it approached perfection; it could almost be considered perfect.
However, having practiced this basic swordsmanship for just half a mont, Zong Shou was already panting heavily and his entire body was drenched in cold sweat.
The sword light and his figure also inevitably beca a bit distorted.
It was only by clinging to his innate and indomitable belief that he managed to keep from collapsing to the floor.
Only when the last of his strength was completely exhausted did Zong Shou stop the sword flashes, sitting on the couch gasping for breath.
When that intensely focused attention finally dispersed, he could imdiately feel the pain in his muscles, limbs, organs, and all parts of his body as if they were being scorched by flas.
This was not simply out of boredom, but rather pure unease.
This world, and his own situation, created an impending sense of crisis in his heart.
He was eager to gain so strength, or at the very least, so capability to protect himself.
In his past life, for the sake of that ga, he had cultivated and researched all the basics of a martial artist to the level of a great master.
In the entire Cloud Realm, there were no more than a thousand people who could achieve this.
He had mastered the principles and variations of swordsmanship.
What he needed to do now was to make his body rember these moves and turn them into instinct.
It’s just that his body was far too weak.
Simple exercises exhausted him after the duration of just one cup of tea, and his physical strength was not even half that of an average person.
What was even more frustrating was that he couldn’t cultivate the Basic Internal Skill at all.
It’s not that Zong Shou’s body was truly frail.
In terms of strength, flexibility, and agility, he could even exceed an ordinary person by a fair margin.
His root bone and Five Elents Spirit Root should have been considered genius-level; it was just that, for so reason, his physical strength was exceptionally weak.
But after groping about for these seven days, Zong Shou had already gained so clues.
It was probably due to the bloodline he inherited; being a Half-demon, a mix of Human and Fox, resulted in his handso face.
It also led to his frail constitution.
And if nothing else was unexpected, both his father’s and mother’s lineages should be extraordinary.
“This Human Clan bloodline, its characteristics are not yet clear.
But this demon clan bloodline is unmistakably from a Seven-tailed Heavenly Fox.
Throughout the Cloud Realm, no more than a hundred people possess this bloodline!
If one side had overpowered the other, it would be fine, but the balance was even.
In the Cloud Realm, regardless of the era, almost everyone practices martial arts.
Even a minor who hasn’t co of age can often channel one ridian.
Unremarkable commoners can often possess decent martial skills.
In a body like mine, without a shred of Inner Strength, weaker than a chicken, it is indeed rare—”
Lying on a soft couch, the thoughts that Zong Shou had forcefully suppressed in his mind ca flooding back.
Almost subconsciously, he recalled the mysterious Demon Language from deep within his mory.
This Indeterminate Spirit Emperor Technique in his mory also ca with a set of Indeterminate Killing Fist and a Fish and Dragon Cloud Transformation, all techniques that could be considered Martial Arts Absolute Skills.
And the phrase “Indeterminate Spirit Emperor,” Zong Shou always felt he had heard it sowhere before, but couldn’t place its origin.
“Top-level Absolute Skills, even accompanied by a set of Fist Techniques and a movent technique.
Possessing two High Order bloodlines, this identity is surely not ordinary; it must truly be the descendant of a prominent figure from the Cloud Realm.
Could it be that Zong Shou is a noble son?
The Zong surna?
Perhaps from the Heavenly Fox Clan that has been exterminated?
This na, I don’t know why, but it feels familiar.
And then there were those two servants—”
Thinking of the two who had been traveling with him for the past seven days but were currently away, Zong Shou couldn’t help feeling dizzy again.
Given the extraordinariness of those two, ‘his’ status must be way beyond his imagination.
Furthermore, contemplating that the world from the ga had beco reality, and that he was now living in it, Zong Shou found it even more unbelievable.
Just as he was feeling a headache coming on, a whistling sound suddenly ca from outside the carriage.
Zong Shou raised an eyebrow and turned to look out the window.
He saw a woman dressed in a colorful skirt, leaping and flying toward them.
Although she was on foot, her speed was even faster than the sixteen horned horses.
In her delicate hands, she was even carrying a massive beast carcass!
Upon seeing Zong Shou looking from inside the carriage, the woman imdiately looked up and smiled sweetly.
With a beautiful face and picturesque brows and eyes, and a pair of extrely cute white cat ears on either side of her head.
It was Su Chuxue, one of his two servants since waking up in this world.
Following her was a towering Great Han.
He was the coachman of this carriage, nad Yiin Yang, almost nine Ji tall with muscles coiled all over his body as if forged from steel.
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