Dao Cheng Gui Xian

Chapter 211 Sword Immortal? Refining the Magic Sword
After the paper goddess finished her thanksgiving...
I got up and went to the He Family Ancestral Hall.

With a thought, Li Wushou sent the Yin-Yang diagram flying to the first row of long tables, where it retrieved the ten ancestral tablets of the He family. He had originally assumed the old beggar would consume the incense offerings from these tablets.

Judging from the old beggar's expression, the other party probably wouldn't interfere with the matter of incense offerings in the Land of Misfortune.

"Let's go check out the thatched cottage on Mount Dai. Isn't it said that it hides some of Master Fufeng's treasures?"

Li Wushou slowly stood up and said to the old beggar.

As he spoke, he walked to the center of the courtyard and casually broke off a branch from a newly grown tree.

The branches and leaves rustled, blood oozed from the broken branches, and the inside of the branches was filled with the fresh, tender flesh and blood.

He was unaware that the three cities were working together to open the Immortal Mansion Ruins, so he directly refined the flesh and blood of True Person Fufeng into a tree seed.

Upon learning this, he decided to break off a branch to keep as a spare.

In a critical moment, Chen Gou'er can eat this piece of flesh and blood tree branch and transform it into the appearance of Fufeng Zhenren for future use.

The old beggar nodded with some satisfaction as he watched Li Wushou perform his act.

Li Wushou is becoming more and more thorough in his work, which is a good thing for the Three Immortals Pavilion. After all, compared to the problems they will face in the future, being more careful and cautious is never too much.

He thought so, but he pursed his lips and muttered something under his breath:
What treasure could he possibly have?

The moment he finished speaking, the old beggar slowly floated up from Ding Shi Courtyard, a cloud of incense smoke quietly gathering beneath him. The old beggar lay down on the spot and floated towards Mount Dai.

Li Wushou was taken aback, then suddenly rose up from the ground.

With his gaze fixed high above, he took in all the activity within the He residence as he moved.

After receiving Li Wushou's orders, He Zhen is currently gathering and subduing the entire He family, and is currently implementing swift and brutal measures to suppress all dissenting voices.

Therefore, the vast He Mansion was in some chaos at the moment, but the sacrificial offerings from the villages under its jurisdiction were well protected by the people arranged by He Zhen and were not affected.

After glancing at it, Li Wushou looked away. He had no interest in paying attention to how He Zhen would take over the He family.

If it weren't for the stability of the eight regions under Daishan City's jurisdiction, he would have planted trees all over the He family mansion long ago. Even if all the people in the He family were killed, could he find an innocent one?
The two of them, one in front of the other, quickly left the He residence.

Following the back garden of the He family mansion northward, they entered Daishan. Although it was their first time there, the old beggar knew the way like the back of his hand. A moment later, the two stopped in front of the thatched hut where the True Man Fufeng lived.

Although it's called a thatched cottage, it's actually a Taoist temple, small but exceptionally unique.

The Taoist temple is nestled halfway up the mountainside, with a mountain stream meandering not far away, and the sound of a waterfall can be faintly heard.

The two pushed open the door and entered. There was no formation as they had imagined. Wisps of white smoke rose from the alchemy room on the left. Li Wushou took a light sniff and found that the white smoke carried the scent of grass, wood, and flesh.

Upon closer inspection, his expression instantly turned cold.

Inside the alchemy furnace, bits of meat mixed with herbs were constantly being roasted by the earth fire.

Although it was difficult to tell from the appearance where the meat came from, the texture of the scraps allowed Li Wushou to identify at a glance that the scraps came from an adult male.

They actually used people to make pills?

Just then, a middle-aged man dressed as a Taoist priest with a flowing cloud-shaped bun seemed to notice the commotion in the courtyard and hurriedly came out of the alchemy room.

Upon seeing the old beggar and Li Wushou, his fawning expression faltered, and he immediately began to rebuke them:

"How dare you! Who are you? How dare you trespass into the thatched hut of Master Fufeng?"

With a thought, Li Wushou used his magic domain to pierce the iron wire directly through the opponent's brow.

Then, with a punch, the alchemy room on the left collapsed with a roar!

The furnace of flesh and blood pills that were still being refined was also overturned, startling the old beggar who was standing to the side.

He then rushed into Master Fufeng's room, fearing that Li Wushou might see something else and smash the thatched hut in a fit of anger, which would make his trip completely pointless.

Fifteen minutes later, Li Wushou and the old beggar finally finished counting all of Fufeng Zhenren's belongings.

It was pretty much as the old beggar had said; nothing was unexpected.

The old beggar had already told Li Wushou that he had a copy of the "Qingfeng Jue" manual for Fufeng Zhenren's cultivation, an external alchemy manual as expected, and a Fengshen Stone that Fufeng Zhenren had prepared for his descendants. Therefore, Li Wushou was not surprised by these things.

I just held the wind-blown stone in my hand and played with it for a while. The wind-blown stone is shaped like a human head and is a piece of jade that contains the power of wind.

According to the information obtained from the old beggar's interrogation, the formation of this Wind-blown Stone is quite difficult. It requires hundreds of years of wind blowing in the Wind Valley before it has even a slight chance of taking shape.

Besides the two cultivation techniques and the Fengtou Stone, there were also several bottles of pills whose names I didn't know.

The old beggar, fearing Li Wushou might punch him, quickly pulled the beggar back into his pocket and explained:
"This wasn't made by taking people; let me study it first."

Li Wushou wasn't stupid. The reason he smashed the alchemy room was because he had already looked it over inside and out and found nothing useful, so he started smashing it.

In addition, there are two other magical artifacts.

One is a storage artifact refined from shinbone, containing a large amount of flesh and blood.

From the old beggar's introduction, Li Wushou learned that these were offerings prepared by True Person Fufeng to open the Immortal Abode Ruins.

The other item is a half-finished blood-red magic sword, which was made from a human rib.

The Qingfeng Manual records the method for forging this magic sword, so it can be said to be a matching magic weapon of the Qingfeng Manual.

Having examined the corpse of Master Fufeng, Li Wushou knew very well that this rib was different from the shinbone of the storage artifact; it came from Master Fufeng himself.

According to the Qingfeng Manual, a Qingfeng sword forged using one's own ribs can achieve the state of controlling the sword with one's spirit and achieving perfect harmony between mind and body.

Li Wushou became somewhat excited upon seeing this.

Because he thought of another legendary figure in Wu Zhuangyuan's stories, the Sword Immortal!

With a single strike of the flying sword, an enemy's head can be taken from a thousand miles away!
He uses his magic domain to control the wire, which is imitating the sword immortals in the storybooks. However, he can only control it at will within two miles. Beyond two miles, he can only rely on brute force.

If he were to throw it using his vital energy, projecting it ten or twenty miles away wouldn't be a problem, but controlling it at will would be difficult. So, is this so-called "mind-controlled sword" simply the flying sword of a sword immortal?

Thinking of this, Li Wushou quickly composed himself and began studying the Qingfeng Technique. Seeing this, the old beggar returned to the Three Immortals Pavilion with some impatience.

Li Wushou only regained consciousness when thick fog enveloped the thatched hut.

Now he finally understood why this magic sword was still a half-finished product.

It wasn't that Master Fufeng was afraid of breaking his own ribs.

According to the Qingfeng Technique, breaking a rib will cause a flaw in the Golden Core Body he has refined with the Qingfeng Technique, so it can be said that there are both advantages and disadvantages.

Therefore, Master Fufeng had never made up his mind to refine this magic sword.

This time, because the three cities jointly opened the Immortal Mansion Ruins, he finally made up his mind to enhance his own combat power and forge a killing weapon.

Despite being a joint effort of three cities, he had been neighbors with Master Lingshan and Mr. Jingshui for so many years, how could he not be familiar with their ways of doing things? He had to be on guard.

He never expected that before the magic sword could be fully refined, he would suffer a terrible misfortune.

Time is also destiny!

Master Fufeng hesitated. Did Li Wushou need it?

For him, breaking a rib is a piece of cake!
Without hesitation, Li Wushou opened his robe, took out a wire, and made a diagonal cut along his right side.

The blood and qi circulate, first sealing the fresh blood within the body.

Then, with a thought, he connected with his bones and transformed the lowest rib on his right side into the shape of a magic sword.

With everything in place, Li Wushou reached his left hand into the wound, touched the formed sword bone, and snapped it open with force.

"Crack!"

A sickeningly loud sound rang out as Li Wushou pulled a crystal-clear rib-shaped magic sword embryo out of his abdominal cavity.

I rubbed my ribs a little uncomfortably; the pain of a broken bone was indeed quite unpleasant.

But soon, Li Wushou's attention was focused on the forging of the magic sword.

With a thought, the index finger of his right hand extended its bone, breaking through the flesh and blood, and transformed into a sharp glass carving knife as his mind changed.

Li Wushou's bones were too hard; even the foot knife of the White Bone Cicada body of the Abdominal God had difficulty carving on his ribs.

Therefore, he could only use his own ossification as a carving tool to perform the operation.

According to the Qingfeng Jue, the magic sword derived from the ribs is 3.9 inches long and 1.4 inches wide, and is divided into four parts: the tip, the hilt, the base, and the blade.

From top to bottom, the tip of the sword is hollowed out in the shape of a lotus flower, symbolizing the sword tip reflecting the lotus flower, and can be used to hang tassels.

Because of the bone structure, Li Wushou didn't need to elaborate much here; he simply inscribed some talismans on both sides of the lotus flower's edge.

According to the Qingfeng Manual, these inscriptions have the function of controlling the wind, making the magic sword lighter.

On opposite sides of the hilt, the characters "刃" (blade) and "神" (divine spirit) are engraved respectively.

"Blade" represents the sword, and "God" represents oneself. This inscription signifies the fusion of God and blade, allowing for free switching between them. This is also the fundamental principle behind being able to control the sword with one's own God.

The point where the hilt connects to the blade is called the "Fuji," which is oval-shaped, about two-tenths of an inch long, and wider than the blade.

The corresponding positions on the front and back are engraved with "yin" and "yang"!
Once the magic sword is refined, it can be used to collect the yin and yang essences of heaven and earth, as well as the essence of the sun and moon.

Finally, we arrive at the sword's blade, where the Xun trigram from the Eight Trigrams is inscribed where it connects with the base.

The Xun trigram represents wind. By connecting Yin and Yang with the Xun trigram, the magic sword becomes more agile, graceful, and swift!
The blades on both sides are engraved with inscriptions such as "Windbreaker" and "Sharpness," making the magic sword even more lethal.

The center of the entire sword is reflected with stars, forming a seven-star pattern from the blade to the tip.

According to the description of the Qingfeng Technique, these seven stars need to be nourished with one's own essence and blood. Once the seven stars are lit, it means that one's spirit has entered the master of the magic sword, and from then on the magic sword is connected with one's mind.

For Li Wushou, this step was simply omitted.

Because his glassy bones contained a large amount of blood essence, each drop of which was much purer than the heart blood of True Man Fufeng. Therefore, the moment the seven stars were carved, they began to shimmer with a blood-red fluorescence.

After all seven stars were inscribed, the magic sword suddenly trembled and burst forth with a dazzling blood-red light.

The inscriptions that Li Wushou had engraved on the sword were lit up one by one, and in an instant all the engraving marks disappeared, making the entire magic sword seem as if it were made by nature.

The magic sword floated up and moved around the room as if guided by Li Wushou's will.

Silent and unobtrusive, fast or slow at will!
Li Wushou was overjoyed. This time, unlike when he was controlling the wire, he did not use the power of the Yin-Yang Daoist Robe.

The sword moved with his will, and in the next instant, the magic sword shot out.

The speed was so fast that Li Wushou's perspective almost couldn't keep up. In an instant, the magic sword appeared two miles away and beheaded a nightingale with a single strike.

In an instant, the magic sword returned to Li Wushou's side.

Phew~!

It truly possesses the imposing aura of a sword immortal who can take the enemy's head from a thousand miles away.

For Li Wushou, who hates trouble, this was truly a powerful tool for murder and robbery—or rather, a tool for upholding justice!

Li Wushou held the magic sword in his hand, quite fond of it.

However, this magic sword is too small and obviously cannot be held in hand for hand-to-hand combat.

But when Li Wushou accidentally infused the power of Yin and Yang into the magic sword, the three-inch-nine-fen magic sword in his hand suddenly transformed into a three-foot-nine-inch long sword.

With a subconscious, gentle wave, a gust of wind suddenly arose, and Master Fufeng's thatched hut collapsed completely!
Amidst the ruins, Li Wushou stared at the great sword in his hand, speechless for a long time.

(End of this chapter)