Who taught him to practice swordsmanship like this?

After enjoying a pot of delicious wild bamboo shoots, the two brothers had a good night's rest.

The next day, just as dawn was breaking, they had already packed their bags and set off again.

They traveled at this pace, covering 500 li in a day, and after spending the night outdoors, they arrived in Xianyou County the following afternoon.

Perhaps to ordinary people, an 800-mile journey is quite a long distance, a distance that would take more than half a month to traverse.

However, for cultivators, even one like Su Baichen who has not yet fully matured, it is only a two-day journey.

"Senior Brother, can you fly on clouds?"

He suddenly thought of this and asked curiously.

Feng Linzi didn't hide anything either, saying, "Actually, once you complete the Great Circulation of Qi cultivation, you can already try short-distance cloud riding."

"Once the Qi Refining Intermediate Realm is completed and the Aperture Transfer is achieved, the breathing and exhalation of one's own true Qi and the spiritual Qi of heaven and earth will be more smoothly integrated, making it possible to fly on clouds for a period of time."

"But how should I put it, this method is too costly, at least I can't afford it, so if we're not in a hurry, it's better for us to travel on foot."

"Once I reach the Nascent Soul Realm, the art of flying will naturally come to me."

Su Baichen pondered for a while and then understood. Before reaching the Nascent Soul Realm, or rather before completing the Five Qi Gathering at the Upper Realm of Qi Refining, cultivators relied more on their own true qi to fly... How much true qi could they possibly have to sustain flight?

Once the Five Elements converge, one can use the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to fly, which naturally ceases to be an obstacle.

The two brothers chatted as they headed towards the county seat of Xianyou County.

They originally planned to part ways here and head to their respective Taoist temples, but unexpectedly, they encountered something on the way...

They encountered a funeral procession, consisting of thirty or forty people. At the head of the procession was a Taoist priest in yellow robes carrying a peach wood sword, followed by musicians, and in the middle, four strong men carried a luxurious coffin through the woods.

Su Baichen didn't think much of this scene, since funeral processions in the common folk, especially those involving large groups, can have this effect.

However, just as Su Baichen was about to let the matter slide, his keen senses suddenly detected something amiss.

He sensed that the coffin lid wasn't completely sealed, leaving considerable gaps around it. And inside the coffin, there was a distinct, faint breathing sound!

Su Baichen quickly looked at Feng Linzi and said, "Senior brother, that coffin..."

Feng Linzi nodded slightly: "I've noticed that too, but let's not act rashly for now, let's observe first."

Su Baichen understood and immediately used illusion magic to conceal his figure.

Feng Linzi was taken aback for a moment, then chuckled and did as instructed.

He was just about to remind Su Baichen not to reveal himself rashly when the child had already consciously used illusion magic to hide himself.

At this moment, Su Baichen asked, "Senior brother, is that Taoist priest particularly troublesome?"

He thought his opponent would be difficult to deal with, which is why Feng Linzi told him to slow down.

Feng Linzi shook his head and said, "No, these are all ordinary people... You are still young and don't know the rules of conduct for us cultivators when we go out."

"That is to avoid showing off in front of people as much as possible, avoid conflicts with mortals as much as possible, and avoid rashly changing the fate of mortals."

"Because every intervention or change implies a deep cause and effect, and too many causes and effects will greatly hinder our pursuit of immortality."

Su Baichen listened attentively, but inwardly he was unconvinced.

It's not that he's become too independent to listen to Feng Linzi anymore, but rather that he's now receiving the inheritance of the Soul-Suppressing Sword, and his perspective on these kinds of issues is different.

The Soul-Suppressing Sword should be called the "Human Ancestor Soul-Suppressing Sword," for it is proof that our ancestors fought their way out of the wilderness with clubs, axes, and halberds!

The soul suppressed by this sword is not actually the yin spirits within Yinfeng Gorge, but rather the souls of all the indomitable ancestors who died in battle during that era!

Or rather, it is the obsession left behind by our ancestors who sacrificed themselves.

Even after tens of thousands of years of death, they still couldn't let go of this obsession: to keep a close watch on the Yinfeng Gorge and prevent anything inside from coming out and wreaking havoc on the surrounding areas!

Over the past three years, as Su Baichen has experienced the memories of one human ancestor after another, his understanding of the mindset of those human ancestors has gradually become clear: they were not afraid of death, but only worried about their descendants.

Yes, their belief was already clear in Su Baichen's heart: they were willing to give anything so that their children would no longer live in fear!

Having accepted this idea, Su Baichen has a superior perspective on the mundane affairs of the world: What I protect is this.

At that moment, he had a real urge to stop the mess in front of him no matter what.

However, out of respect for Feng Linzi, he held back and waited patiently.

They followed them all the way to a treacherous place deep in the mountains.

Even if Su Baichen didn't know anything about feng shui, he could tell that the yin energy in this place was very heavy and mixed with filth. Even if he cultivated the Xuan Yin spiritual energy, he would never use the yin energy here.

The yellow-robed Taoist priest stopped and pointed to the place where the yin energy was strongest, saying, "This is it. As long as the coffin is buried here, we can defy fate and change our destiny..."

The yellow-robed Taoist priest shook his head and boasted for a while, which made a middle-aged man who had come with him feel excited.

Su Baichen listened nearby and roughly figured out one thing: this yellow-robed Taoist priest was probably a fraudster who had obtained some kind of unorthodox inheritance and was tricking the old man in front of him into sacrificing his own relatives in order to achieve something like "defying fate".

After learning what had happened, Su Baichen understood just how chaotic the situation was outside.

He looked curiously at Feng Linzi, gesturing with his eyes: Are we really going to wait until they bury the person in that coffin?

Feng Linzi smiled calmly, pointed to the coffin, and smiled without saying a word.

Su Baichen looked again and was surprised to find something amiss.

Because he clearly realized that the coffin was fake, an illusion!

When were you switched?

Su Baichen was somewhat surprised; he hadn't even noticed this.

However, upon closer inspection, he realized he had made a mistake; Feng Linzi's illusion magic was not advanced enough to evade his spiritual senses.

What I'm seeing is indeed an illusion, but it's also real. It's a real coffin covered by an illusion!

After seeing Feng Linzi's actions clearly, Su Baichen felt a sense of excitement, as this approach greatly inspired him.

They waited patiently for a while, and once the grave was dug, the four strong servants once again carried the coffin and placed it into the grave...

From Su Baichen's spiritual perspective, he watched them make a coffin-lifting motion, but in reality, their hands were empty!

Yet no one noticed anything amiss, and even the feeling of heaviness was so clear...

As expected of the Illusory Yin Eight Transformations.

Su Baichen sighed inwardly and decided not to make a move.

Feng Linzi gave him a vivid lesson, showing him how to achieve his goals without alerting ordinary people.

Well, the Illusionary Yin Eight Transformations is perfect for this kind of thing.