Sword Sect Outer Sect

Chapter 98 One Day Success

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From an unknown date, a pair of independent cultivators appeared in the cultivation world of the Chu Kingdom.

The female cultivator was sharp and cunning, her swordsmanship was exquisite.

The male cultivator carried a sword box, but never made a move.

He was quite well-known among the independent cultivators in the Chu region.

Inside the Ghost Cave.

The Green Plum Flying Sword flashed with a cold light, pinning a Yellow Springs Talisman Ghost to the wall.

Yan Gui sat cross-legged in the cave, holding a fist-sized piece of ore in his hand, rubbing it carefully.

Ignoring the battle inside the cave, he said to himself, "Hmm... this isn't good enough either."

Hua Luo retrieved her flying sword and swept away all the scattered items in the cave.

Walking up to Yan Gui, she smiled gently and asked, "Little Yan'er, when will your flying sword be finished?"

"What's the rush? Since I said I wanted to learn sword cultivation from you, I naturally need to have a flying sword first."

He talked about it, shaking his head and making the girl laugh.

“Your flying sword is called Green Plum, and mine… let’s call it ‘Bamboo Horse’.”

"Besides, I've collected quite a few rare and precious materials over the years. If there's an opportunity, I can help refine your 'childhood sweetheart' and improve her grade."

Hua Luo smiled sweetly: "Then I thank Young Master Yan for forging the sword~"

In this eerie, ghostly cave, the girl's bright smile captivated the boy.

"But if that's the case, when will we ever get to use the sword case you painstakingly forged..."

The young man laughed heartily, "Once my flying sword is forged, we'll nurture it together in the same box."

"When that time comes, if we encounter a powerful enemy, you and I, childhood sweethearts, will come out together! We will make those demons, monsters, and evil spirits all pay with their lives!"

"Hehe! How wonderful!"

……

For a moment I was distracted.

The world before "Yan Gui" has changed dramatically and is falling apart.

He knelt on the ground, staring blankly at the frail girl who was struggling to lean on her flying sword and stand in front of him.

Alone, he faced the rampant and ferocious demonic cultivators.

Ghostly mists and demonic clouds swallowed up the light of the sky.

Thick miasma swirled and churned around the two of them.

A ghost banner came whistling in, and Hua Luo pushed Yan Gui a few more steps behind her with her backhand.

As the Green Plum Sword hummed and sliced ​​through the thick fog, the Ghost Mask burst forth from the banner, its claws imbued with ghostly energy, aiming straight for Hua Luo's throat.

clang!
Having withstood the attack, the girl's stance was already somewhat unsteady.

"The flowers have fallen!"

"..."

Hua Luo raised her hand, stopping Yan Gui's movement.

Blood trickled from the corner of her mouth, but her eyes were filled with determination and resolve.

"Little Swallow..."

"Varied……"

Hua Luo suddenly stood up, cleaved through the miasma with a sword, and pushed Yan Gui into the center of the formation.

“…Watch closely.”

The demonic energy pierced through her shoulder, but she endured the excruciating pain and commanded her flying sword, Green Plum.

A smile suddenly appeared on his blood-stained lips.

"That was a swordsman's strongest strike..."

Suddenly, a blue light shone within the miasma-filled demonic array.

It rises abruptly from the ground, soaring straight into the sky.

In an instant, the magic array dissipated.

The flying sword shattered inch by inch, and thousands of sword lights, carrying her dissipated soul, transformed into a rainbow of swords.

They killed the demonic cultivator.

The chaotic miasma and the sharp sword energy dissipated together in the mountain cave.

"..."

Yan Gui knelt on a patch of scorched earth.

Holding the broken flying sword "Green Plum" in her hands, tears streamed down her face.

……

“Ahua, I’ve forged the ‘childhood sweetheart’ and the ‘green plum’ you left behind into a sword.”

……

What should we call it?

……

"In heaven, we wish to be birds flying wing to wing; on earth, we wish to be trees with intertwined branches..."

"Hmm... Becoming an immortal is too far away. I still want to see the mortal world with you, and the green mountains beyond the mountains..."

……

Let's call it 'Lianli' (meaning "connected branches").

……

“Ahua…”

A great fire broke out at Jianlu, accompanied by surging lightning.

Yan Gui's consciousness gradually blurred, and he sank into the flying sword in the sword hut.

"I don't want to keep you waiting any longer."

...Thunder and fire roared, sweeping through Song Yan's eyes.

Coming to my senses, all I could hear was the utter silence of the Yin-Yang Realm...

My jumbled thoughts and memories are slowly becoming clearer.

"..."

He gazed at the sword case before him, sighed softly, and remained silent.

Childhood sweethearts, love at first sight.

Let's travel hand in hand, venturing to mountains and seas.

pity……

The green plum, protecting her bamboo horse, was shattered by the demonic cultivator.

There was no time to personally place the pair of swords into their sheaths, no time to see the distant mountains with her.

In the end, two souls are forged into the same sword. Does this count as being together forever?

Just as Song Yan was feeling sentimental.

Suddenly, two beams of spiritual light, one blue and one purple, slowly drifted out of the box.

It surrounds the seed of swordsmanship and then merges into it.

"Om-"

To Song Yan's surprise, the Dao Seed did not change as before.

"..."

But a familiar aura wafted over.

The divine consciousness left the Yin-Yang Realm.

A feeling of fullness faintly emanated from my dantian...

He quickly calmed himself down and sat down cross-legged.

Upon internal observation, the lotus-shaped sword energy surrounding the Sword Dao Seed surged wildly, and the sword energy within the Sword Palace was turbulent!
"This……"

Song Yan found it hard to believe.

However, he seized the opportunity and quickly took out pills and spirit stones, rapidly activating the Qi Condensation Technique.

One Yellow Sprout Pill enters the mouth, and the spirit stone in hand replenishes spiritual energy.

Furthermore, the spiritual energy here is quite abundant, and spiritual power gathers in the dantian like a stream.

His cultivation is progressing at an incredible speed.

"..."

What's the matter?

After absorbing those two beams of spiritual light, the Sword Dao Seed remained unchanged; on the contrary, his cultivation level began to rise rapidly.

This situation doesn't seem to be mentioned in the cultivation techniques...

In any case, becoming stronger is always a good thing.

but……

There's a vague, ominous feeling that I'm about to explode and die!
The sword energy was too abundant and sharp, so Song Yan quickly replenished it with a large amount of spiritual energy to neutralize it.

A sharp, throbbing pain shot through my lower abdomen, and my meridians burned with pain.

Those two beams of light were like a highly potent yet extremely potent elixir.

Sword energy raged and crashed within the Zhendao Sword Mansion, while spiritual energy circulated rapidly through the meridians.

This unbearable pain lasted for a full half hour.

Even when drenched in sweat and nearly exhausted, there was still no sign of the pressure lessening...

At this moment, the scene inside the Zhendao Sword Mansion was like a water vat, with the surging sword energy inside flowing like water, filling the entire vat.

Sword energy overflowed.

Song Yan had no choice but to use his spiritual power to neutralize and alleviate his pain.

On the seed of swordsmanship, lotus-shaped sword energy appeared and disappeared, faster and faster, until at a certain moment, a strange change occurred.

All the sword energy suddenly contracted, condensing into a single, incredibly solid wisp of sword light.

The Zhendao Sword Mansion was suddenly emptied.

All the pain receded like a tide in an instant.

"..."

Song Yan was completely soaked in sweat.

Yet they still dared not be negligent.

The spiritual energy and sword energy in the Qi Sea are still increasing at a relatively slow rate.

He slowly circulated his spiritual energy for several cycles before gradually concluding his practice.

"call--"

Exhaling a breath of stale air, Song Yan slowly opened his eyes.

I felt scared for a while.

Upon careful reflection, it's probably because the spiritual essence left behind by these two predecessors was largely undamaged.

Therefore, obtaining the unmoored boat that day was purely a matter of good luck.

The natal flying sword was refined by the demonic flames, leaving only a trace of pure, formless spiritual essence.

Otherwise, given Zhou Ziyin's strength, he would have only ended up exploding and dying that day.

Upon looking inward, Song Yan's eyes were filled with shock.

His cultivation level has almost reached the seventh level of Qi Refining!

This extraordinary encounter actually outweighed the long period of arduous cultivation.

It can truly be said that success was achieved in a single day.

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