Tumor Sword Immortal

Chapter 114 Flying Hundred Swords!

Without a foundation, spiritual power cannot rely on and will always be just a passerby when wandering through the meridians.

The change in this situation lies in the refining of the cauldron.

When spiritual energy enters the abdomen and forms a cauldron in the dantian, it's like having a rechargeable battery in the body. Although it's not as inexhaustible as the spiritual mansion, it's still a qualitative change for a cultivator.

Of course, there are good and bad inner tripods, and there are many differences between them.

For example, the results of your transformation into a spirit, that is, the strength of your physical body, will determine the level of inner cauldron you can support.

Then there's the purity of the spiritual energy.

To put it bluntly, the inner cauldron that the dantian can hold is only so big. The more mixed the spiritual energy is, the more superficial the final cauldron will be.

So, if your physical body has extremely high limits and your spiritual power is exceptionally pure, what do you need to achieve the cauldron under these circumstances?

It is the total amount of spiritual energy.

Many disciples valued by major sects will set up superior spiritual energy arrays in places rich in spiritual energy when they form their inner cauldrons, and prepare whole boxes of pills for their use in casting the cauldrons.

Pei Xia doesn't have that condition.

He doesn't need it either.

The two rebirths of his spirit body, along with Huozhi's exquisite control over spiritual power, caused his pores to open wide, making it feel like a bottomless abyss when he absorbed spiritual power!

That's why Lu Li reminded Pei Xia earlier that with his foundation and aptitude, if he were to forge an inner cauldron, it would inevitably cause a surge in his spiritual sea.

At this moment, everyone on the top of Qingfeng Sword began to notice something unusual.

On the sword-testing platform, which was covered by the black wood of the Taoist Fuma, there seemed to be some treasure that gathered spiritual energy, as it absorbed all the spiritual energy from the top of the sword.

In a very short time, the once spiritually rich summit of the Lingxiao Sword Sect became a place devoid of spiritual energy.

That wasn't all. Further away, within the three mountains of the Lingxiao Sect, all the spiritual energy began to surge towards this place.

Behind the sword-testing platform, the old woman Lü Chang, who was at the Transformation Realm, raised her head somewhat uneasily. As far as her eyes could see, she seemed to see the vast spiritual sea rippling.

The sudden spiritual vacuum in the Three Mountains region caused the Nine Provinces Spiritual Sea to begin pouring into this waterless abyss.

Although the backflow of spiritual energy is invisible to the naked eye of ordinary cultivators, its ferocity is enough to be called a natural disaster!
But what's even more terrifying is that this torrent of spiritual energy, which poured in from the north, disappeared in an instant, just like a mud ox sinking into the sea!

The so-called spiritual energy vacuum is continuing to expand outward from the Three Mountains of the Lingxiao Sword Sect.

Linghai couldn't out-pump him!
Inside the black wood, Pei Xia's inner cauldron was rapidly being forged in his dantian. With his spiritual sea surging endlessly, his inner cauldron became increasingly refined and powerful.

Those outside have no idea what's happening inside.

But Fuma Daoren knew perfectly well who was behind this.

He didn't want to watch Pei Xia break through, but the invisible force of the spiritual sea flowing back was too fierce, and he didn't dare to get close at all!
As the endless Nine Provinces Spirit Sea rippled for the last time, Pei Xia took a deep breath and slowly opened her eyes.

The inner cauldron is complete.

A deep tremor resounded within his body, and seven hundred and twenty strands of qi appeared simultaneously. Then, spiritual energy flowed from within the inner cauldron, and three or five strands of qi were driven by a strand of spiritual energy, resulting in hundreds of strands of spiritual qi leaving his body in an instant!

These golden energies, like countless small swords, darted around Pei Xia. With just a slight lift of his hand, a hundred swords pierced the air, severing all the hard black wood around him!

Fu Ma Dao Ren was dumbfounded!
He had seen qi before, but he couldn't even imagine a person having 720 qi on their body!
Furthermore, even if you've refined a cauldron... damn it, you're just refining a cauldron. Where would you get so much spiritual power to help you rely on hundreds of strands of qi?

What's more, how many brains do you have to be able to control hundreds of qi-wielding flying swords at the same time?
several?

I don't know how many there are, but there are quite a lot, and they're all making strange noises inside my head right now.

The internal energy and the inner cauldron belong to Pei Xia, but to simultaneously control hundreds of flying swords as if they were extensions of his own limbs is something Pei Xia cannot do on his own.

A sudden, sharp pain in his mind caused his expression to twist almost imperceptibly. He couldn't maintain this state for long; after breaking through the black wood, most of his internal energy and spiritual power returned to his body. Then, he stepped forward, his hand clenching in mid-air.

The last dozens of bursts of qi swept in, and amidst the dense clanging of metal, the tiny golden qi fragments merged together, forging a two-foot-long short sword.

The sword flashed across a thin line, easily severing the hair at the temples of the Taoist priest, leaving it hanging by his neck.

Their eyes met. Pei Xia activated her spiritual energy and patted the old man's face with the blade of her sword: "You've been beaten like this, won't he ask you to take back the Fangcun Pill?"

The spiritual energy was cut off, and the black wood that enveloped the sword-testing platform slowly withered and disappeared.

No one knows what happened, but when they looked up again, all they could see was Pei Xia's sword against the neck of the Taoist priest.

The outcome has been decided.

Changsun Yu, who was watching from a distance, was the first to frown.

He could certainly sense that Pei Xia's realm had improved, and recalling the extraordinary spiritual energy phenomenon of hundreds of rivers flowing into the sea, he guessed that this person's Refining Cauldron realm must be as extraordinary as his Vigorous Qi realm.

But no matter how extraordinary he is, he is only a cauldron refiner. How could he defeat a Tongxuan master from a major sect in an instant, especially when he was already surrounded by the "rotten wood" of the Shenke Temple?
Just now, for a fleeting moment, I felt a flicker of fire in my mind. Was it just my imagination?

While Changsun Yu was puzzled, Xia Xuan was not. She stared wide-eyed and saw Pei Xia's final sword strike. The sword light was swift and steady, truly the work of a top-notch swordsman.

Pei Xia released his palm, his inner energy returning to his body and silently disappearing. He then pretended to clasp his hands in a fist salute to the Taoist priest, saying, "Thank you for your courtesy, senior."

Calling someone "senior" is a bit sarcastic.

Pei Xia let out a soft breath and stepped down from the sword-testing platform.

The older brother, holding a pear, waited for him offstage. His face, which had been somewhat worried about the strong opponent, was now full of excitement: "We won!"

Pei Xia rubbed her head, but there was no joy in her eyes.

Only Lu Li knew what he was thinking. The maid said softly, "Isn't this a bit hasty?"

Pei Xia shook her head: "If I don't break through in this battle, I can't avoid encountering Xia Xuan or Changsun Yu later. Consider this a way to save energy."

"But the disturbance in the Spirit Sea is no small matter. If those old monsters from the Eastern Kingdom notice it..."

"Who stares at the spiritual sea all day long? Aren't they afraid of going blind?"

Pei Xia didn't know who she was explaining to, but she let out a long sigh and said in a low voice, "If you really want to avoid trouble, then just settle things here as soon as possible..."

Then leave, so as not to affect others.

Pei Xia's match was nearing its end, and the competition for the day would soon be over.

There are a total of sixteen cultivators, who will fight each other in pairs tomorrow until only two remain.

Only after all the guests had descended the mountain and there were few people left on the summit of Qingfeng Peak did Changsun Yu finally ask, gazing at the clouds and mist appearing and disappearing along the long steps below, "How's the matter I asked you to investigate going?"

A soft, delicate body slowly pressed against Changsun Yu's back.

She was a charming woman who had previously stood shoulder to shoulder with the old woman Lü Chang and was also a Transformation Realm expert from the Lingxiao Sword Sect.

She leaned on Changsun Yu's shoulder and breathed hot air into his ear: "Donghai Superman was a real person, but he died eight years ago."

Changsun Yu raised an eyebrow: "Dead?"

"Yes, the Burning Sea Disaster. People on the islands of Yuezhou saw it that year. White vapor rose and there was a deep cave in the sea. It was suspected that the fire vein had gone out of control. Fu Hongshuang was also there that year. Even with her sword cultivation at the Transformation Realm, she couldn't get close. And that so-called East Sea Superman... was at the bottom of the deep cave."

Changsun Yu gazed eastward, his eyes deep: "If Fu Hongshuang is no good, does that mean that person is no good either?"

The woman giggled: "Don't joke around, my dear Xiaoyu. The fire vein is out of control. That's the power of heaven and earth. Fu Hongshuang couldn't enter it back then, and she can't enter it now either. You don't really think that East Sea Superman is a Dao-proving martial artist, do you?"

(End of this chapter)