Chapter 63: Demon-Slaying Sword Art
“It must be so, the poison of the Nine Infants, an ancient ferocious beast, inherently possessed the ability to induce hallucinations and burn the spirit!”
“That it can temper and strengthen the Yin Spirit is nothing unusual!”
After sensing it silently for a mont, Li Yunqing suddenly understood.
The tempering effect of the Frost Sword Art on the Yin Spirit had long since beco insignificant.
After all, the Yin Spirit had already reached a minor level of completion. Each ti she ford the hand seals of the Frost Sword Art, her ntal energy could not be fully exhausted within a short ti.
Naturally, she could no longer exploit that particular trait’s loophole.
“It seems I can still draw out the poison two more tis, but the Yin Spirit still won’t reach mastery!”
“However, this Five Elents Secret Manual does have so use.”
The Five Elents Secret Manual was originally the most widespread and also the most ordinary and diocre cultivation thod during the era of immortals and gods.
It was suitable for nearly any Spiritually Gifted Individual, capable of absorbing the Five Elents spiritual energy of heaven and earth and converting it into magical power suited to one’s own constitution.
Unless she could hunt down so evil gods and obtain stronger cultivation thods from them,
this Five Elents Secret Manual was already considered a rare technique.
“This newly ford force contains transformations of the Five Elents, and also belongs to pure Yin. It seems far stronger than ordinary force.”
“Let it be called Lunar Force!”
“In the future, it may beco Lunar Magical Power.”
Li Yunqing murmured inwardly.
The Mingyu Force was a martial path technique, but now it had fused with an immortal path thod.
Once it ultimately ford magical power, would it be considered martial or immortal?
“Or perhaps… a completely new cultivation path?”
Such a thought flashed through Li Yunqing’s mind, but quickly dissipated.
She had not even reached the Qi Realm—how could she speak of a new cultivation path?
Even if such a path existed in the future, it would likely undergo countless evolutions and could never be achieved in a single step.
She slightly lowered her head and glanced at the wound on the Sword Saint’s hand. This round of poison extraction from the Nine Infants’ poison had already reached its end.
Taking out dicinal powder, she bandaged the Sword Saint before looking at him again.
She saw his brows sotis relax and sotis tighten—clearly, he was still trapped within the illusion.
“That shouldn’t be the case!”
A trace of doubt appeared in Li Yunqing’s eyes. With the Sword Saint’s will and conviction, having already condensed a Sword Heart, it was impossible for him to be so deeply affected by an illusion.
The poison had already been drawn out once; he should have awakened by now.
She extended her fingers and lightly rested them on his wrist. His pulse was rapid and chaotic.
“What kind of illusion could cause even the Sword Saint to sink into it?”
Li Yunqing felt sowhat curious.
This was the Sword Saint—the one who pioneered the path of the Sword Heart. His mind should have been extraordinarily resolute, unaffected by anything.
Yet now he was imrsed in an illusion. It was sowhat unbelievable.
“So this is the illusion caused by the Nine Infants’ poison?”
The Sword Saint sat upon a high platform like an emperor.
Beautiful won surrounded him; the fragrance of wine and the sensations of touch were incredibly vivid, indistinguishable from reality.
He looked at the dozen or so delicately dressed won below, dancing gracefully, his eyes utterly unmoved.
“I have seen won more beautiful than you. You…”
The Sword Saint muttered. Just as he was about to shatter everything with his will, the won below suddenly changed along with his thoughts.
His will paused, and his gaze instinctively turned downward.
There, a woman identical to Li Yunqing appeared, dressed in a thin gauze skirt, dancing gracefully.
Her fair legs were straight and slender; her delicate jade-like feet lightly stepped upon the pristine carpet.
As she moved, the gauze around her waist fluttered, barely concealing her rounded hips like ripe peaches, with hidden areas faintly visible.
Her slender waist swayed, the gauze over her chest rising and falling, her full bosom like jade rabbits leaping, on the verge of bursting forth.
Her delicate and gentle face, her fair and tender neck, strands of black hair drifting and brushing lightly.
Every movent was filled with charm, alluring and enchanting, captivating the soul.
Even the Sword Saint was montarily stunned.
“It can transform according to what I imagine?”
He murmured, observing for a mont before saying, “Although seductive and enchanting, you cannot imitate her temperant. You resemble a demon—worthy of death!”
As his words fell, Sword Intent burst forth from his eyes, and everything before him was instantly torn apart.
At that very mont, the scene around him abruptly changed into a village.
“This place is?”
The Sword Saint stepped forward, looking at the familiar place before him. Instinctively, he walked toward the village.
Before long, he arrived at a house.
Through the window, he saw inside a couple in their thirties and a five- or six-year-old girl. Tears instantly stread down his face.
“Father! Mother! Little Sister!”
He called out instinctively, but before his voice could sound, roars of beasts suddenly erupted from the distant forest.
In the next mont, demonic beasts charged out from the forest, rushing straight toward the village.
“Father! Mother! Little Sister! Run!”
The Sword Saint roared, his eyes bloodshot, trying to rush into the house—yet he discovered that the village, which had just been before him, seed to recede in an instant.
No matter how he ran, he could not get closer.
He could only watch helplessly as that familiar village was trampled flat by countless demonic beasts.
“Demons deserve death!”
Overwheld with grief and fury, he howled toward the sky. Just as he was about to raise his sword and slaughter, a voice suddenly echoed as if from the heavens.
“Sword Saint Martial Uncle, everything in the illusion is false—do not sink into it!”
Hearing that voice, the Sword Saint abruptly froze, though his eyes remained bloodshot.
How could he not know it was false? But watching his parents and sister being devoured by demonic beasts—even if it was false, he could not accept it.
“Master, wake up!”
“Sword Saint Martial Uncle, wake up!”
Two voices rang out again, accompanied by a piercing pain rising from his fingers.
When he opened his eyes, he saw Lu Xingzhou and Li Yunqing standing before him with sowhat tense expressions.
All ten of his fingertips had been pierced by silver needles.
The pain connecting the ten fingers to the heart—that was what had awakened him.
Looking at Lu Xingzhou and Li Yunqing, the Sword Saint cald his emotions, suppressing the grief and anger in his heart, and said with a sigh, “I have caused you concern.”
“Sword Saint Martial Uncle, next ti we draw out the poison, I will refine so Clear Heart Pills.”
Seeing him awake, Li Yunqing also relaxed slightly and said, “Everything in the illusion is false. The Clear Heart Pills can suppress it sowhat and keep you conscious.”
“No need!”
The Sword Saint shook his head slightly. The image of his parents and sister being killed by demonic creatures surfaced again in his mind. He said solemnly, “I will not sink into it again.”
He feared even more that after taking the Clear Heart Pills, he would no longer be able to see his parents and sister.
Being able to see them in the illusion now—was that not also a kind of fortune?
“Alright!”
Li Yunqing nodded slightly, sowhat surprised inwardly.
What kind of illusion had caused Sword Saint Martial Uncle to sink so deeply?
Moreover, she did not know if it was an illusion, but at the mont he opened his eyes, she seed to feel boundless anger and hatred.
Hatred that could not be resolved.
“Sword Saint Martial Uncle, please rest for now. The next poison extraction can be carried out the day after tomorrow!”
Li Yunqing put away the silver needles, stood up, and took her leave.
The Sword Saint lowered his head and glanced at the wound on his palm, wrapped in cloth.
Then he looked up at Li Yunqing’s departing figure and fell into slight silence.
Compared to the seductive and enchanting Li Yunqing in the illusion, the gentle, tranquil, and naturally ethereal one before him was more pleasing.
“If my little sister were still alive, I wonder what she would be like?”
The Sword Saint felt a trace of lancholy.
Thinking of those demons, killing intent surged uncontrollably once more.
Afternoon, the small courtyard of the dical Hall.
Li Yunqing, her long hair draped over her shoulders, her expression gentle and serene, sat alone beneath the shade of a tree, holding the Cangshan Sword Canon and reading it carefully.
Yesterday, she had only skimd it to understand the Sword Saint’s sword path.
Now that she had already condensed a Sword Heart, she naturally needed to thoroughly comprehend its mysteries.
Especially the cultivation thods within the sword path—when combined with the dicine King Scripture, Mingyu Fist, and Five Elents Secret Manual, they could cultivate Lunar Force.
This would allow her to temper her physical body and internal organs more quickly.
“I still lack the Mingyu Divine Art, as well as cultivation thods of the water and fire attributes.”
“I can obtain the Mingyu Divine Art from Master Liu, but where should I find water and fire thods?”
Thoughts turned in Li Yunqing’s mind.
If she could later integrate Five Elents cultivation thods with the Five Elents Secret Manual, her cultivation path would inevitably beco smoother.
Combined with her Pure Yin Body, the magical power and True Qi refined from Lunar Force would also beco stronger.
But at present, her water and fire forces could only rely on the poison of the Nine Infants, making them inherently weaker.
Even relying on the Five Elents Secret Manual for conversion remained slow.
Only when all Five Elents advanced together could she beco faster and stronger.
“Tomorrow, I’ll go find Master Liu and obtain the Mingyu Divine Art first!”
“Perhaps there are other cultivation thods in Master Liu’s study as well?”
Li Yunqing rembered clearly that the Frost Sword Art taken by Ghost Granny last ti had co from Master Liu’s study.
If she could enter the study, she would certainly rummage through it.
Outside the courtyard gate.
Lu Xingzhou stood tall with a long sword in hand, quietly gazing at the girl beneath the tree’s shade.
The girl wore a purple robe, her long hair draped over her shoulders, her profile soft and delicate, her figure graceful and refined.
Even just sitting there, as quiet as a flower blooming silently, she still drew the eye, captivating all who looked.
After a long while, he slowly ca back to his senses, stepped into the courtyard, and spoke clearly.
“Junior Sister Li, I have co to teach you sword techniques.”
“My master’s creation—the Demon-Slaying Sword Art.”
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