Devouring Evil Martial Arts, Eliminating Demons from All Heavens

Chapter 307 Dual Cultivation with the Soul of the Soldier, A Surprise Attack

"You mean, Chu Yannian and his guard have already left the Nanfeng Building?"

"Yes, Yu Nanfeng ordered a lot of ammunition to be transported to those who moved into the city with him. It seems that a large amount of building materials will also be sent there later."

In the dim light, a triangular talisman was held in the hand of a dark figure, glowing faintly and forming a communication signal.

The voice messages coming from the other end were ethereal and difficult to decipher.

"Oh? You offered so many benefits, yet you didn't force him to stay. Could it be that you've already provided a cure for Yu Wanzhuo?"

"That's most likely the case. This person dared to ruin our plans; even being torn to pieces wouldn't be enough to atone for his crime!"

"No! He can actually heal this kind of injury. He's a rare talent. It would be a pity to kill him casually. Let him lie down until he can't cause any more trouble... In the future, I'll make him kneel down and admit his mistakes, and then use him for my purposes."

As soon as the talisman's faint light faded, the environment returned to darkness.

Inside Chu Tianshu's tent.

As the time approached eight or nine o'clock, sunlight streamed in obliquely through a window, making the tent even brighter.

Yan Nian sat cross-legged on a soft cushion with his eyes slightly closed, his scarf folded and placed on his knees.

He sat as still as an old pine or bamboo tree, as firm as a rock in the mountains.

If we talk about Zen, he can enter a state of deep meditation as soon as he sits down; if we talk about Taoism, he can forget himself as soon as he sits down.

His meditation practice made him feel as if he were surrounded by righteous energy, oblivious to the changing seasons.

No one could tell that he practiced the lineage of witch doctors, which should be considered one of the most mystical and unorthodox schools of thought.

He truly immersed himself in the lineage of witch doctors, thoroughly understanding and mastering its profound essence.

The harder humans try, the more they realize that they are trapped in a fixed framework, sinking deeper and deeper.

This may not necessarily be a bad thing.

Only those ignorant and shallow people would think that when someone becomes highly accomplished in a certain field, they become vulgar.

In fact, proficiency is the necessary path to sublimation.

In Chinese culture, the words "profound" and "exquisite" have always been associated with masters.

If one tries to elevate the whole without thorough investigation, it is unacceptable.

Even if you're incredibly lucky and manage to skip a level, it's likely to be a half-finished product.

Yan Nian's mastery of the Ghost Gate Witch Doctor lineage was profound, but this also made him more aware of his own limitations. Despite obtaining secret manuals from other schools multiple times in the wasteland, he was unable to switch to other schools.

But that's only because he hasn't found the right opportunity.

Chu Tianshu had the perfect opportunity at his disposal.

The simple seal script, with its vertical and horizontal strokes, refines the spirit and transforms it into energy.

He had only intended to give it a try, listening to Chu Tianshu explain and chant the incantation.

Watching Chu Tianshu extend his left palm, the four-leaf seal in his palm slowly rotated.

But now, Chu Tianshu had already withdrawn his left hand and was resting with his eyes closed in the chair.

Yan Nian, however, remained immersed in that wonderful state of things falling into place naturally.

When the flowing water reaches its end, it transforms into rising clouds and mist.

When mental energy reaches its end, it transforms into true energy.

call! !

A few wisps of white smoke gradually rose from Yan Nian's graying hair, but her complexion became increasingly rosy.

There was no wind between his clothes, and the scarf on his knees didn't move at all, yet he gradually floated into the air.

It was as if the smoke above my head was lifting me up little by little, slowly raising me three inches off the ground.

Chu Tianshu opened his eyes, a look of surprise on his face.

He knew that the process of refining spirit and transforming qi should go smoothly, but he never expected that the other party would produce such an effect after refining spirit and transforming qi.

This is clearly a display of exceptional lightness skill.

Even if Chu Tianshu mastered the "Zongheng Jianyin" (a collection of ancient Chinese seal scripture), he still wouldn't have such ethereal lightness of movement.

He was also very familiar with everything in the Ghost Gate Witch Doctor's teachings, but he couldn't figure out any techniques that could be used in light-body skills.

hiss! !

A faint breath flowed in through Yan Nian's mouth and nose, causing his body to gradually sink back down and open his eyes.

"Surprisingly, such a miraculous skill exists in the world, allowing one to easily transform mental energy into internal power..."

Yan Nian looked at his hands, his fingers clenched, a look of surprise and joy on his face, somewhat incredulous.

He looked at Chu Tianshu, who had casually passed on this technique to him, as if he were examining a monster.

But he found that Chu Tianshu was also staring at him as if he were some kind of strange animal.

"Brother Yannian."

Chu Tianshu asked curiously, "How did you float up just now?"

Yan Nian recalled for a moment: "It's just that as you practice, you naturally become able to float."

Chu Tianshu remained silent.

"Oh, it must be related to my meditation."

Yan Nian quickly added, "When you meditate and contemplate, if you reach a deep state of stillness, you will sometimes feel that there is an immense buoyancy in the air around you."

He carefully considered each word, savoring the feeling he had just experienced while analyzing the reasons behind it.

"But in the past, that kind of buoyancy was like a dream within a dream, an empty flower or a mirage, impossible to trace."

"Until just now, when I cultivated my first strand of internal energy, it felt like a dream within a dream, and I had a medium to enter reality."

"It originates from the heart, is expressed through the breath, and ultimately influences one's own body."

It turns out that this skill was developed through years of meditation.

It's not about skill, it's purely about accumulation.

Chu Tianshu knew that this was something he couldn't envy, but just now, after carefully experiencing the entire process of the longevity cultivation technique, he felt that there was also a kind of inspiration that he could use for himself.

what is it then?

Human inspiration is like a playful fish, its size indistinguishable across the water, touching the hook but not biting, flashing by and leaving only a question mark-like fishhook behind.

To resolve this question mark, seize the inspiration.

Besides a gentle breeze and a good rod and bait, sometimes what's needed is the patience to sit quietly by the water.

Chu Tianshu fell into deep thought and completely forgot about the passage of time.

It seemed like only a blink of an eye before he came to his senses and heard Pan Ting talking to Yan Nian outside the tent.

Chu Tianshu gently pressed his fingers against his eyelids, feeling the warmth soothing his eyes. Then he turned his head and noticed that the direction of the sunlight outside the tent had changed dramatically.

It is now noon.

He was lost in thought, and several hours passed by without him realizing it.

"Manager Pan, please come in."

Pan Ting lifted the curtain and walked in, followed by six men in suits and sunglasses with very rigid clothing styles.

Although this bodyguard uniform is old-fashioned, there's a reason why it's classic. It exudes a capable and sharp aura, yet the sunglasses prevent it from appearing overly intimidating or rude.

Everyone was carrying a briefcase, as if they were holding a priceless treasure.

"The essence of species from the border region, all the kinds of species we can gather, are all here."

Pan Ting smiled and said, "Wan Zhuo will be here this afternoon. We'd like to stay at this campsite for a few hours until he arrives. Is that alright?"

"You can discuss this with Brother Yannian."

Chu Tianshu stood up and suddenly asked, "But you're a high-ranking official in Nanfeng, right? Is it alright for you to linger outside so casually?" Pan Ting's smile remained unchanged.

"The so-called high-level people are those who want to find work for themselves and will have endless work, but they also want to take a vacation and will take one."

That's a very high-level statement...

"Then please go ahead."

Chu Tianshu raised his hand in greeting.

The group carefully left the boxes behind and then exited the tent one by one.

Chu Tianshu walked around the table, his hand stroking over each box, and opened one of them.

Cool white steam rose from the box, revealing rows of sealed test tubes.

"Ah, so that's what I meant by inspiration. It turns out it's related to this too."

Quiet exercises, whether it's sitting meditation, chanting scriptures, tea ceremony, flower arrangement, boating, or any other form.

The essence of stillness meditation is to first pursue a state of being untainted by all worldly dust, revealing a fundamental nature.

However, due to differences in innate talents and life experiences, this underlying quality varies from person to person.

If one were to cultivate stillness to its extreme, one could truly experience the vastness of the world and the feeling of sitting alone in the middle of the water.

So, for some people, this water is a pure blue, while for others it is a pure black.

Once you've reached this level in meditation, practicing anything else related to the mind will become much easier.

From this perspective, the soldier's spirit cultivated by the Shaoyang Blood River Chariot is a spiritual existence condensed from pure emotions.

It is a creature that has mastered the art of stillness by nature.

So, after absorbing the soldier's soul into the body, and letting the soldier's soul operate according to the route of the Calamity Ash Sword Manual, wouldn't one be able to indirectly enjoy the benefits of mastering the stillness skill?

However, there is a problem: the foundation of the soldier's spirit is weak, making it susceptible to corruption.

In the past, when Chu Tianshu used sword intent and weapon spirit, it was only equivalent to wrap the weapon spirit in it, and he would only use it when he was about to fight.

To make the Soldier Soul a pioneer in cultivating the Sword Intent of Calamity Ashes, there also needs to be something that can replenish its foundation while one can practice.

That was the essence of the border region!

When Chu Tianshu thought about this step, he finally had a complete understanding of the situation.

Inspiration must also be based on reality.

He had known about the benefits of meditation before, but he had never had a similar inspiration.

This time, he witnessed Yan Nian's meditation firsthand and was inspired. However, it was also because he had previously learned of the existence of the borderland's essence blood that a new training method of "dual cultivation of military spirit and sword intent" came to mind.

"Let's give it a try."

Chu Tianshu took a box of essence blood, sat on a soft cushion, and let out a soft whistle that was difficult for ordinary people to hear.

Sanqi automatically unsheathed itself, tip pointing downwards, and hovered in front of him.

Boo!
Chu Tianshu popped open the stopper, swallowed a vial of the beast's essence blood, and then opened his mouth to suck on Sanqi.

A meteor-like beam, shaped like a sharp isosceles triangle, flew from the hilt of the sword and disappeared into his mouth.

Chu Tianshu closed his eyes and changed his hand seals, gently tapping and rubbing various acupoints on his body.

Each time you change the mudra, tap lightly once, pressing and guiding a short distance, from the stomach to the whole body.

The blood and qi flowed in layers, following different routes. Some bypassed the lower limbs and went straight through the thoracic spine, ascending along the spine, passing the back of the head, entering the vestibule, and turning into a red dot between the eyebrows.

Some of the fluid flows through the legs, pauses briefly at several acupoints on the legs that affect emotions, then flows back, bypasses the armpits, rises from behind the ears, and returns to the center of the eyebrows.

When the blood and qi circulate in each layer, the soldier spirit acts as the vanguard. When the route needs to be divided, the soldier spirit can also be separated briefly.

The red dot between his eyebrows gradually accumulated and enlarged, turning into a crimson spot of light resembling a fragment of a sword.

The light spot seemed to be both near and far, like it was inside his brow, yet also seemed to float on his skin.

When the light spot took shape and became sharp and distinct, Chu Tianshu suddenly opened his eyes.

The light spot seemed to follow the direction of his gaze, shooting out and hitting the longsword suspended in the air in front of him.

The silver-white blade is the complete shape of the sword, while crimson fragments come one after another, covering and piecing together the blade.

Chu Tianshu withdrew his gaze and once again activated the various techniques of the Calamity Ash Sword Manual, entering a meditative state to cultivate.

Each time I closed my eyes, the longer and quieter it became, the more my heart pounded with fear the moment I opened them.

But the entire tent was sealed off by the aura he emitted during his cultivation.

To outsiders, the tent appears to be slightly bulging, and the doors and windows cannot be easily opened.

After Yan Nian saw this, he knew that Yan Nian was cultivating internally, so he told people not to disturb him.

He wasn't invited by the people outside who were having lunch.

Before we knew it, it was almost three o'clock in the afternoon.

The proliferation of spirit world landscapes has made the global climate more complex and volatile.

However, places that can become megacities are generally considered to have relatively stable climates.

Around 3 PM is when the sun is at its strongest in Nanjing.

The shadows cast by skyscrapers, trucks along the highway, and tents by the river all became darker and more solid.

After mastering the basics of the Zongheng Jianyin (a type of seal script), Yan Nian felt as if he had inexhaustible energy and was about to use walking to circulate his power.

He walked around the riverbank to see if everyone was adjusting to their new life, and also told them that they could build their own houses later.

Pantene always stayed close to him, and through her earpiece, she was in contact with numerous snipers along the roadside and in distant buildings.

If anyone wants to assassinate Yan Nian or Chu Tian Shu, these gunmen from Nan Feng will definitely give the assassins a surprise.

Beside a medium-sized tent by the river, a well-behaved five or six-year-old child was carrying a stainless steel basin when he suddenly tripped and fell, bursting into tears.

"Thank you!"

Yan Nian was nearby, and calling out the child's name, he quickly went over.

The moment he stepped into the shadows, the sunlight on his face was completely covered by the shadows, turning his face bluish-black. Before his expression could change, his demeanor already exuded an ominous aura that was completely different from before.

In a flash, Yan Nian's body appeared backwards!
In that flash, he was thirteen meters away, his toes darting across the grass and landing on the water.

The surface of the water was lively, slightly concave like a balloon, but it quickly turned red.

A shocking amount of blood gushed out from Yan Nian's left shoulder blade, flowing down his waist and left arm; he was losing blood as quickly as pouring wine.

Freshly emerged from a wound inside the human body...

Blood-red wine.

His face was pale, and the child was held in his right arm.

The child's right ankle was rapidly turning bluish-purple, as if someone had pinched it hard, almost breaking the delicate bone.

Pantene's expression changed drastically.

In the nearby tents, everyone who witnessed the shocking turn of events instinctively stood up, their chests swelling with a surge of intense shock and anger.

That happened in an instant; many people hadn't even stood up straight yet.

Pantene's pupils dilated, her brown eyes radiating a leopard-like rage, yet she still found no trace of the killer.

The sniper in the distance couldn't detect anything unusual in his scope.

The wind on the river seemed to pause.

The water ripples slowly!

A cut suddenly appeared on the left back side of Yan Nian's neck, cutting right through the surface of the skin and deepening instantly.

(End of this chapter)