Sword Sect Outer Sect

Chapter 205 Xianxian
He clenched his fist tightly, feeling an inexhaustible source of strength throughout his body, his blood flowing like a never-ending river.

For some reason, a very absurd idea popped into Song Yan's mind.

Next time I see Li Yi, I'll fight him hand-to-hand and test the strength of my physical body.

However, he quickly dismissed the idea.

Unlike his own body, which was built from rare and precious materials, Li Yi's physique was forged through real battles since childhood.

It's best not to make yourself uncomfortable.

At the same time, Song Yan also began to think about learning some boxing and palm techniques to practice in his spare time.

The reason is simple, as stated in the nameless mantra.

The method of refining the body with demon blood is simply to effectively absorb the energy contained in the essence blood of demons into the body.

During this process, the difference in physical strength between human cultivators and demon cultivators is so great that there is an immediate improvement effect.

However, most of the demonic power will still remain in the cultivator's limbs and bones. It can only be absorbed quickly through the cultivator's fighting, healing injuries, or practicing some body-refining martial arts.

I wonder if Li Yi or Han Yuan would have these things. If we return to the sect, we can ask them.

At worst, we can just spend some spirit stones or something the other party needs to exchange for it.

I tidied up the room and calmed my mind.

Finally, the raven-shaped, ownerless spirit was summoned from within the Yin-Yang Realm.

A crow landed on his shoulder and tilted its head to look at him.

Song Yan sat cross-legged in the center of the quiet room, with an unmoored boat lying across his lap.

He closed his eyes and carefully recalled the key points of the Spirit Transformation chapter on how to refine unclaimed spirits.

He dared not be careless about this.

Even in this chapter on spirit transformation, there are very few descriptions of unclaimed spirits, only that they are something that can be encountered but not sought.

For most sword cultivators, after breaking through to the Foundation Establishment Realm, the birth and nurturing of their sword spirit also depends on fate.

He slowly opened his eyes, no longer hesitating.

With a flick of his left hand, a wisp of spiritual light slowly emerged from the flying sword.

The spiritual light was as thin as a wisp of silk, yet it was as solid as a substance, gathering and swirling at the fingertips, emitting a clear and melodious sword sound.

At the same time, he lightly touched his brow with his right hand, and a wisp of invisible and intangible spiritual energy was drawn from his ancestral aperture, slowly merging with the wisp of his natal flying sword.

The crow stood silently, the purplish-black sword energy surging at the edges of its wings turning into crow feathers and scattering away.

Song Yan held his breath and focused his mind, slowly transferring the wisp of his natal sword intent from the tip of his left finger toward the crow.

The crow, which had been calm all along, suddenly raised its head and cawed.

"Gah——"

The speed at which the raven feathers scattered from its body increased even further.

This spirit is said to be ownerless, but in reality, it is only because its master—the senior Bai Tao—had already passed away before it was officially born.

Therefore, although it is a spirit without a master, it still possesses some of the sword energy of the Crying Moon Flying Sword.

To refine it, these sword energies also need to be refined.

Fortunately, Song Yan's spiritual strength was sufficient, and he could perform both simultaneously without any pressure.

Sword energy slowly surged out from within the Zhendao Sword Mansion.

The crows gradually quieted down.

Until a certain instant, the wisp of the natal flying sword that had separated finally merged completely into the crow's brow.

Its disheveled feathers were peeling off one by one, sword energy surged, and then new, shiny black downy feathers were born.

A faint white line appeared between her eyebrows.

Although the white is eye-catching, it doesn't seem out of place; it blends in seamlessly.

It's like an unmoored boat transformed into something else.

"It's done."

Surprisingly, the process didn't take long.

As the last old feather fell, the reborn spirit of the sword suddenly unfurled its wings.

It spread its wings and flew up, circling inside the room for a while before landing lightly on the hilt of the Unmoored Boat Sword.

He tilted his head and met Song Yan's gaze.

The crow was smaller than before, but it seemed much more agile.

When refining this ownerless spirit, one can actually shape the sword spirit into a different form according to the sword cultivator's preferences.

However, Song Yan did not find anything wrong with the appearance of the crow. It just so happened that Xiao He could swim on the ground while the crow could fly in the sky.

Nothing bad.

The sword spirit has taken shape. The next step is to continuously nurture it with one's own sword energy until the sword spirit body is completely stable.

Once a sword cultivator reaches the Foundation Establishment stage, they can become a complete sword spirit.

If a Foundation Establishment cultivator possesses a rudimentary sword spirit, they can quickly bring it to full maturity.

I can say that I have it ahead of time.

Song Yan let out a long sigh of relief, a wisp of golden light surging into his eyes as he activated his Observation Sword Eyes.

He wanted to see what kind of state the raven would be in under the Void after becoming a sword spirit.

However, to Song Yan's surprise, the crow looked into Song Yan's eyes.

It blinked its bird-like eyes.

A pair of identical Void-Gazing Sword Eyes appeared in the crow's eyes!

"what!?"

Song Yan was extremely surprised.

The description of sword spirits in the Spirit Transformation chapter is quite limited, only briefly describing some of their more important uses.

For example, they could be of one mind and have someone else control the flying sword on their behalf.

There are also some secret techniques that can only be performed by the Blade Spirit.

The fact that the sword spirit could also use the Void-Gazing Sword Eye technique that he himself had used was something he had never imagined.

"It seems that this sword spirit is far more complex than it appears."

Song Yan put away the unmoored boat, and with a flick of his finger, a crow landed on his wrist.

"Now you are reborn, and you are the sword spirit of the unmoored boat."

"Let me give you a name so it'll be easier to call you."

"Gah?"

The spirit of the sword is like a newborn infant; it has its own intelligence and consciousness, but not much.

"You wouldn't understand a fancy name anyway, so I'll just call you Xianxian."

To live a carefree life, with a tranquil mind and a carefree spirit, is to be a celestial being.

"Gah——"

……

Outside the Zhaixing Villa.

The three of them stood in a row in front of Xiao Ju.

Zhao Huaizhen followed behind the three, looking somewhat embarrassed.

"Don't give me any of that nonsense, just go and call your parents out right now."

The three were all dressed in Taoist robes from the Xuan Yuan Sect, two of them at the seventh level of Qi Refining and one at the eighth level of Qi Refining.

The man in front spoke in a very aggressive manner.

"This immortal master, the lord is still cultivating. I will wait for him to emerge from seclusion..."

"Ha! Cultivation..."

The man sneered, "What's a Qi Refining cultivator talking about in seclusion?"

"Does he expect me to wait for him here for five or ten years just because he's been cultivating here for that period?!"

"Get out of the way! Don't make me make a move here!"

Although this place is within the mortal city lord's mansion, Ju Luyi also has the cultivation level of the third level of Qi Refining and is considered a cultivator, so she does not break the rules.

The three of them were about to push their way in.

Xiao Ju's first reaction was fear and timidity.

However, Song Yan's image inexplicably surfaced in her mind. She was tired of weakness and concession, and another emotion overwhelmed her fear and apprehension.

Full of determination.

His small, thin frame stood blocking the way for everyone.

"Esteemed elders and venerable sages..."

"I'm sorry, I can't agree to that!"

The leader of the Xuan Yuan Sect showed a look of disgust and impatience on his face.

The spiritual energy gathered in his palm, transforming into a fierce wind that surged towards Xiao Ju.

"Get out of my way!" He was not bluffing; the Xuan Yuan Sect was standing behind him.

This gave him the confidence to take action anywhere in the State of Chu.

Xiao Ju was already on high alert, gathering her spiritual energy to protect herself.

She knew she was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, but she could at least buy some time.

"Om-"

Just then, a sword aura shot out from the pavilion.

He swiftly extinguished the fierce wind, and then vanished into nothingness, without affecting Xiao Ju or Zhao Huaizhen.

rustling.

Everyone looked up and saw a black shadow flapping its wings, flying out of the pavilion and landing on a tree branch.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a crow.

The crow stared at the three people from the Xuan Yuan Sect, turning its head slightly.

"Gah——"

Within its pair of golden bird eyes, a lotus-shaped pattern faintly appeared.

"Where did this beast come from! Making such a racket and disturbing everyone!"

The leading cultivator casually waved his hand, and another gust of wind rushed towards the crow.

The crow was seen flapping its wings.

Instantly, several crow feathers flew out, transforming into sword energy that annihilated the gale.

The sword energy remained undiminished as it flew towards the cultivator.

"what?!"

The Xuan Yuan Sect cultivators were greatly shocked. Their spiritual power surged, protecting their bodies, and they also summoned their magical artifacts.

He barely managed to block the sword energy.

The other two were also on high alert, fully prepared.

Zhao Huaizhen was the only ordinary person who suffered a great misfortune. He didn't know whether to leave or not, but he was afraid of being affected if he didn't leave.

They could only hide outside the courtyard and watch from afar as these immortals battled.

The young cultivator who had come from the pavilion slowly walked out and said gently, "Xiao Ju, what's all this noise?"

Xiao Ju was startled at first, then breathed a sigh of relief.

Everyone followed the sound.

Suddenly, the young cultivator appeared behind Xiao Ju.

He beckoned to the crows in the tree: "Xianxian, come here."

"Gah——"

Suddenly, the crows on the tree scattered, turning into crow feathers that fell to the ground.

At the same time, the raven feathers quickly gathered on the boy's shoulder, reforming into the shape of a raven.

Xianxian is the sword spirit of the Unmoored Boat. Every sword aura it unleashes is exactly the same in power as the sword aura unleashed by the Unmoored Boat itself.

Xiao Ju said respectfully, "Senior Song, these are immortal masters from the Xuan Yuan Sect. They want to ask about... the matter of Su Li, the enshrined monk."

"About Su Gongfeng?"

The three from Xuan Yuan Sect looked unfriendly, and the leader introduced himself.

"I am Zhou Chen of the Xuan Yuan Sect, and I have heard..."

Weren't you present at this event?

Song Yan completely ignored him: "You said you saw a girl in Qinggu that day and killed Su Li, the retainer?"

"Uh……"

Xiao Ju was taken aback, then nodded subconsciously.

"There's no need to ask for my opinion on this. Since you know about it, just send them away yourself."

Song Yan continued speaking to himself, completely ignoring Zhou Chen and the other two.

"You are far too arrogant!"

Zhou Chen shouted sternly, and the magical artifact in his sleeve lit up with spiritual light: "Although Su Li is only an honored guest of my Xuan Yuan Sect, we have come here today to investigate the matter of the demonic calamity in Qing Valley!"

Song Yan then slowly turned around, his gaze sweeping over the three of them.

Xianxian tilted her head on his shoulder and looked at the three of them.

"A calamity caused by demons?" Song Yan laughed. "Your Xuan Yuan Sect's Su Lisu, the retainer, has been a henchman of the wicked, harming countless people. Isn't this so-called calamity caused by you?"

"What brings you here to investigate?"

The short, stout cultivator beside Zhou Chen couldn't help but interject, "Nonsense! Elder Su is diligent and honest, how could he..."

Did I talk to you?

Song Yan's gaze suddenly narrowed, and his sword energy burst forth.

In an instant, the entire courtyard seemed to be enveloped by an invisible aura, and even the air became sharp.

The three men's expressions changed drastically, and the short, stout cultivator even broke out in a sweat, instinctively taking a step back.

"you……"

Zhou Chen tried to speak, but saw the sword energy surging in Song Yan's sleeve, and a green snake slithering and rushing towards him from within.

The three of them struggled to hold on while retreating backward.

Staggering, as if being pushed out of the courtyard.

“Su Li colluded with the demon race and harmed his fellow cultivators; he deserved to die.”

Song Yan walked over slowly: "If the Xuan Yuan Sect has any objections to this, they can go to the Dong Yuan Sect to ask for an explanation. I am Song Yan."

"If you have nothing urgent to attend to, please make yourselves at home."

Zhou Chen's face turned pale and then red.

He originally intended to take the opportunity to make things difficult for the disciples of Dongyuan Sect, even to coerce and entice them, to confuse the public and shift the blame for the collusion with the tiger demon onto the deceased Hu Shangfeng of Dongyuan Sect.

But they ended up kicking a hornet's nest.

The person in front of me was really strange. His cultivation level was only at the eighth level of Qi Refining, just like mine.

The spells he casually unleashed were incredibly powerful, even the strange crows seemed to have some understanding of them.

"Song Yan..."

"Song Yan?!"

Zhou Chen was shaken; he seemed to remember.

This Song Yan is the same one who killed Shen Huai, an inner disciple of the Xuan Yuan Sect, in front of the elders and cultivators of the six sects during the Changping era!

When the news reached Xuan Yuan Sect, he still thought it was just hearsay.

He only learned that it was true when the disciples stationed in Changping returned to the sect.

Not to mention that Xuan Yuanzong held a transcendent position in the Chu Kingdom.

Those were relatives of Elder Shen Yu, yet they dared to kill him in front of him, and I've heard their methods were extremely cruel...

"let's go!"

Zhou Chen gritted his teeth and turned around. The other two, as if granted a pardon, quickly followed.

Before they had taken more than a few steps, the short, stout cultivator seemed somewhat indignant, and said with a fierce but weak voice, "There's more to this than meets the eye. Your Dongyuan Sect must give us an explanation..."

Zhou Chen cursed under his breath, about to speak up to stop him.

Suddenly, a beam of sword light pierced through the air, easily penetrating the short, stout cultivator's protective amulet and grazing past his ear.

"..."

The short, stout monk stood there dumbfounded, his ears ringing, and he staggered backward.

The lingering sword energy spread and dissipated beneath his ears, causing a constant buzzing in his mind.

His face was deathly pale, and his eyes were filled with terror.

Song Yan chuckled gently: "I have killed many people from your clan, so one more won't make a difference."

"Unfortunately, since we are staying at Lord Zhao's house, it is really not appropriate to commit murder here."

He knew in his heart that he and the Xuan Yuan Sect were already sworn enemies, and it didn't matter whether he had one more or one less grudge.

However, since we are currently within the jurisdiction of a mortal city, it is not advisable to engage in large-scale fighting and commit indiscriminate killing.

Song Yan waved his hand: "Leave quickly."

"Your cultivation has been arduous; let's not allow Song to encounter you on the road..."

This is not a threat.

This is, after all, a mortal city, and acting without cause could easily affect ordinary people.

But we met in the mountains and fields...

That's hard to say.

(End of this chapter)