Demon Sword Immortal

"Listen carefully, this is a new path that is different from ordinary swordsmanship!"

"I know," Bai Zhuqing nodded.

"This is a new road I've opened up. Don't just look at how impressive it is up ahead; we don't know if we'll be able to make it to the end!"

"I understand." She nodded again.

"It wasn't Aunt Xie who taught me the magic..." Her eyes were brimming with tears, "It's that Aunt Xie was willing to trust me without reservation... Aunt Xie must have taught me this to save me, right?"

Bai looked down at her, his brows still furrowed, but the pressure he was applying to her had loosened somewhat.

"Definitely is!"

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Bai Zhuqing nudged her head, breaking through Bai Xiang's blockade, and buried her entire face in Bai Xiang's chest, intoxicated by the warmth and softness, taking deep breaths.

Missing my sister...

So fragrant...

Just as Bai Xiang was about to explode, he heard her murmur against his chest, "Zhu Qing owes Auntie a life, so she can only stay by Auntie's side for the rest of her life, willingly serving Auntie like a slave."

Where did she learn all this?

I was so angry with my sister that I laughed. I was helpless.

You call staying by my side a way of saying you're working like a slave for me? Who can't see what you're really thinking?

But... since he had taught her a new method, he couldn't just abandon it. Bai Xiang ordered Bai Zhuqing to stand up and told her about the dangers she would face after entering the Dao.

"You have a secret," Bai Xiang said with certainty.

The simultaneous occurrence of ancestral regression and spiritual manifestation is something not recorded in the Bai family's collection of books.

"That means I have a lot of talent." Bai Zhuqing's spirits lifted.

"That's too good." Bai Xiang didn't think it was a good thing.

Bai Zhuqing's talent is something she currently speculates about. It's because the Bai family has been dormant for far too long. After hundreds of years of dormancy, that trace of demonic blood could no longer be suppressed and transformed into an instinctive consciousness in this younger sister.

This is quite possible. Many sword-wielding families are on the verge of extinction when a peerless genius suddenly emerges. This is most likely due to 'reversion of demonic blood' or 'manifestation of demonic blood'.

The difference between the two is that 'reversion' will affect a person's temperament, causing that person to become more and more like the demon pool that they are imitating as they practice swordsmanship, and further strengthening the power of their mental image.

The effect of 'manifestation' in this respect is minimal, and it primarily strengthens the physical body.

If it weren't for her own identity, Zhu Qing would indeed fit the role perfectly.

He pondered for a moment.

This is considered a kind of semi-mysterious legend in Dayu; everyone is convinced that this is the case, but there is no evidence to prove it.

Another possibility is that Bai Zhuqing was modified.

There's no need to think about that. Not to mention that Bai Shengju's entire family is watching, even if Bai Xiang were to integrate his own memories, Bai Zhuqing has never had any accidents. So we can rule that out directly.

"Although both involve transforming Qi, each person's constitution is different, and the final flow cycle they achieve will also be different."

"Here you go."

Bai Xiang explained some more principles to his sister, and feeling that it was time to wrap things up, he beckoned her to come closer and used his sword fingers to press and vibrate the acupoints all over her body.

"Auntie...it itches..." Bai Zhuqing tried to dodge, begging for mercy.

"Don't hide." Bai Xiang lowered his eyes. "Carefully feel this picture, and memorize it all!"

Sister Xiang'er is so fierce.

Bai Zhuqing pursed her lips, silently enduring the tingling and itching sensation.

She would never say... that the reason she was able to hold on was because she kept looking down at Bai Xiang's black-stockinged feet.

Bai Xiang didn't notice where she was looking. He tested her twice to make sure she had really memorized it, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Teaching is so tiring...

It's completely different from practicing on your own.

However, by explaining these key points, her understanding of 'Zhenjue' has been updated, and she has come up with many new ideas.

Thankfully, my cheap master went out.

Bai Xiang looked towards the wall of the neighboring courtyard.

Otherwise, teaching Zhu Qing would require going out to a hotel.

The opportunity was rare, and Bai Xiang spent the entire morning and noon teaching Bai Zhuqing swordsmanship.

She also took out a calming tablet for her younger sister, and then personally used the "Vibration Technique" to examine the changes in Bai Zhuqing's internal energy flow. She ultimately concluded that Bai Zhuqing's progress in transforming Qi was much slower than hers.

Even if Bai Xiang doesn't take medicine, it won't take him more than half a year to reach the final stage of Qi transformation.

It's estimated that it will take more than a year for Bai Zhuqing to recover, and it's uncertain how much medication can speed things up.

Because Bai Xiang remembered that when the transformation of Qi got stuck at the last step, just one step away, normal cultivation would have no effect on the progress.

She only managed to break through by devouring the monk Daokong and the cicada demon; a normal breakthrough wouldn't be so extravagant.

We still need to study this.

I'll ask my cheap master to find some 'heretical books' to read and try to find some ideas.

Well……

I need to figure out how to lie to her first.

She sat there alone, legs crossed, occasionally crossing her black-stockinged feet as she pondered, while Bai Zhuqing was being tormented by her to the point of near death.

It felt like being force-fed... My aunt didn't care whether I could handle it or not, she just stuffed everything into my body!

Bai Zhuqing had thought about slacking off, but whenever this happened, Bai Xiang would hold the 'Fei Xiang Tian' sword, its long scabbard pressed against her body, and a mysterious vibration would be transmitted to her, forcing her to make the corresponding posture, making it impossible for her to even take a step to run away!

Bai Zhuqing practiced like this until 3 p.m., when she could no longer take it.

She had completely disregarded her image; she had taken off her shoes and socks and thrown them aside, then lay barefoot on the cement floor with her trouser legs piled high, her sweat dripping down her face.

"That's it for today."

Bai Xiang finally relented.

"We'll continue tomorrow morning. Don't even think about slacking off."

I'm going to die...

Bai Zhuqing rolled her eyes at the sky.

I'm exhausted, and I haven't even touched my feet yet.

Auntie, really! Can't I even get a little reward?

I only touched it for a short time yesterday, and I haven't had enough time to experience it yet!

"Oh, right, Auntie."

She rested for a while, then sat up and asked, "What's the situation with that old beggar?"

When I went out for lunch, I asked Xu Shu, and he said that the old beggar hadn't left yet.

He lay down right at the entrance of the temple, and visiting guests kept throwing money at him.

"It must be one of Fang Xiaochun's people."

Bai Xiang didn't even blink.

"Auntie, are you so sure?"

"If someone can find out what I've been doing recently, and they have no ill intentions and are just trying to help me, the scope of their suspicion is inherently limited."

The key trick here is that Bai Xiang could sense, deep down, that the old beggar's gaze towards her was not malicious.

Malice—that's quite a metaphysical description. She wasn't even sure if it was an inherent function of her supernatural abilities or a misperception arising from absorbing Taoist teachings.

But so far this intuition has never been wrong; for example, she has been able to accurately locate the gunmen using it.

"What is Aunt's idea?"

Bai Zhuqing enjoyed the atmosphere of discussing private topics with Bai Xiang.

It feels like you're having a heart-to-heart talk with someone who's truly one of your own, even more comforting than having your feet touched.

"There is no such thing as a free lunch in this world."

Bai Xiang was essentially using his own example to warn her, and his tone gradually became stern.

“Even Fang Xiaochun has no right to give me something that I can take myself.”

"I want to cooperate."

"They need to offer more leverage."

Chapter Thirty-Three: The New Cellphone

Today's plan was to go recruit for the job postings. Bai Xiang was going out in the afternoon, so he reminded Bai Zhuqing to keep the other disciples in check, especially Chen Jing.

It cannot be ruled out that some people might be so desperate as to break into the dojo in an attempt to kill her, but she has already made arrangements – the Crimson Dragon Army will be stationed and patrolling in the south, and their firepower is far superior to that of the inspectors.

So as long as you stay home, you're safe.

After giving the instructions, Bai Xiang went to the back to inform Bai Shengju.

"You want to be a security consultant?" Bai Shengju frowned upon hearing this.

This idea... truly befits Xiao Xiang'er.

"Are you confident?" Bai Shengju asked tentatively. "This isn't like going out to kill demons in the wild; it's much more difficult!"

If it were someone else, Bai Shengju would have already started criticizing them.

A proper security consultant's job is to help clients resolve issues related to demonic pools. Their role is somewhat similar to that of an ancient feng shui master or a Taoist priest who exorcises demons.

They can discern the 'feng shui' of a demon pool like a feng shui master, pinpointing the source and cause of the demon pool's harm; they also possess miraculous methods to eradicate and resolve the problem, essentially a combination of two professions.

So it's very difficult. Don't be fooled by how much security consultants earn; every consultant climbs to the top by stepping over the corpses of those who made mistakes.

Even they themselves cannot guarantee that they will not make mistakes in the next commission, because the types of demon pools are varied and bizarre. Even among the same type, such as demon pools raised by the Great Dao Sect, there are subtle differences between them.

“The Divine Cicada itself has a certain restraining effect on the ‘Demon Pool Illusion God’.” Bai Xiang didn’t explain too much, “Grandpa should know that too.”

Bai Shengju frowned and slowly nodded.

Indeed, some passages in the scroll that Bai wanted to copy for him contained such records.

The term "Demon Pool Illusion God" refers to the fact that the Demon Pool possesses a magical power that can interfere with people's souls in both subjective and objective ways, causing people to make incorrect judgments about the situation.

The subjective type is hallucination.

For example, the "Divine Separation" in the Demon Pool. During the separation of the soul, one generally doesn't perceive anything unusual. This is because one's mental will has been interfered with, causing them to ignore the fact that they are being corrupted.

Urban legends such as "ghosts getting lost" and "ghosts crying by the river" are also usually categorized into this category.

The objective impact is much more serious, meaning that not only are your own perceptions and thoughts interfered with, but you are also interfered with in an objective manner.

Let's take 'divine separation' as an example again. Once the separation of the soul is complete, even if you wake up and know that you are 'dead,' you can never recover.

This means that, objectively speaking, your mind and body have indeed been separated.

This is a fact, and it doesn't change according to your will.

The Phantom God is the most troublesome and disgusting place in the Demon Pool. Many security consultants are not necessarily unable to eliminate the Demon Pool in terms of strength, but they are still defeated by the Phantom God, which leads to misjudgment and death.

As for 'Jingshen Chan', with the words 'Jingshen' in it, this name was certainly not chosen casually.

According to Bai Shengju's research, if the Divine Cry Sword successfully condenses into a form and acquires the mimicry of the Divine Cicada, then the 'cicada's cry' it emits will be somewhat offensive to the soul.

The sound is the most rude king in the world; all living beings are forced to listen to it.

Do not listen?

Unless you turn yourself deaf.

Therefore, the Divine Cry Sword is actually an extremely rare sword technique that can interfere with the Illusionary God of the Demon Pool, and Bai Xiang did not exaggerate this point.

But is it really that effective?

Bai Shengju, on the other hand, has not yet condensed into a phasing form and does not have a deep understanding of this field.

Fortunately, he trusted Bai Xiang and eventually agreed to let her start with smaller projects to gain some experience.