28: Chapter 28: Subdue Evil Sword Spirit 28: Chapter 28: Subdue Evil Sword Spirit “What is that…?”
Opening his eyes, it was already early morning.
No one else had woken up yet.
An Jing subconsciously wanted to grasp sothing, and the broken sword materialized from the void in response to his will, appearing in his hand, clutched tightly.
By the ti he realized what had happened, his forehead was already covered in cold sweat.
The broken sword humd softly.
An Jing’s gaze fell, and he muttered to himself, “Subdue Demons…
Subdue Evil…
Are these your nas?”
“I don’t rember.”
The Sword Spirit spoke in a calm voice, “I am broken, and rember very little.
Not only are there gaps, but there are many contradictions and conflicts.”
“…Why did you choose ?”
“The other children didn’t have such strong curiosity and initiative.
They would have been afraid, they would have forgotten.”
The Sword Spirit chuckled, “But you were not, so I reminded you, to keep you from dying too soon.”
“And subsequent events proved your uniqueness—you wanted to kill all the villains after discovering the truth.”
“This is ‘Subdue Evil.'”
“That is why I chose you.”
“Subdue Evil Sister, or Subdue Evil Brother?”
An Jing sighed, “How should I address you?
Teach any cultivation thods you have as soon as possible.
I am in a manor controlled by the Demon Sect, with a Manor Master who has reached the realm of Inner Strength.
Just the ‘Tranquil Sword Manual’ and so basic martial arts are probably not enough.”
“Indeed, that’s true.
But don’t use brother or sister to address , I am a sword, without gender.
You can simply call Sword Spirit or Subdue Evil.”
Subdue Evil Sword Spirit said, “As for the cultivation thods, I do wish to teach you…
I was once an Immortal Sword, possessed of Immortal Path mystic skills.
Though much was lost, teaching you is no problem.”
“However, after the Great Catastrophe, the Huai Xu realm abandoned the cultivation path of ‘Spirit Root Qi Refinent’ in favor of today’s Fate Pattern Martial Cultivators, surely for profound reasons.
I dare not guide you rashly, or beco a teacher without regard.”
“Spirit Root Qi Refinent?”
An Jing furrowed his brow slightly, grateful that he was also sowhat of a scholar, vaguely rembering that so related information was recorded in Da Chen’s book scriptures: “Drawing talismans, granting talismans, commanding ghosts and gods?”
“That was just a part of the old Qi Refinent Immortal Path.”
Subdue Evil Sword Spirit denied, “Similarly, in my era, Martial Cultivators were rely a branch of Body Refinent practitioners, who would eventually return to the orthodox path of Qi Refinent.”
“But the Huai Xu realm has clearly developed a completely new Martial Arts heritage, profound and extensive, seemingly not inferior to the Immortal Path.
That’s another reason I am reluctant to guide casually.”
“I don’t have any specific Martial Cultivator techniques in my mory, but if you’re willing to take a risk, I do have an idea.”
As the conversation reached this point, Subdue Evil recalled softly, “I have a Sword Cultivator’s ‘Taibai Luminous Godly Ban.’
Having waited a terribly long ti, finally eting soone who ets the requirents like An Jing, it had already thought everything through, and now relayed smoothly, “This thod uses Essence Qi to condense Evil Qi, turning Evil Qi into a Divine Prohibition, infusing the prohibition into the body.
It’s a top-tier Sword Cultivator’s Body Refinent technique.
However, the entry barrier is extrely high, requiring pure Evil Qi to connect with Essence Qi, creating a ‘Taibai Forbidden Seed’ within the body, then nurtured with the essence of the Five tals.”
“Ultimately, when perfected, one can cultivate a great Divine Power called ‘Taibai Disaster-Striking Demon-Destroying Indestructible Body.’
“This thod does not draw on external forces or Spiritual Fiends, purely Inner Cultivation.
Even though it’s arduous and difficult, no matter how the world changes, its effectiveness remains consistent.”
“Pure Evil Qi is hard to find, but you have my Sword Fiend as a guide.
If you have sufficient resources, you can quickly get started.”
“With this as an entry point, becoming a cultivator, one generally need not fear swords, spears, bows, arrows, or even the Art of Magic, making it most suitable for this world,”
Subdue Evil thought for a mont and added, “However, this thod of cultivation at the initial stage requires the consumption of a large amount of Refined Mystical Iron Purple Tin and other Five tals, which is extrely resource-intensive and is also known as the ‘Taibai Swallowing Gold Divine Ban.’
“The only problem is that it seems that Hanging Fate Manor does not have any Refined tal.”
“Yes.”
At this thought, An Jing, who had been quite excited while listening, imdiately cald down, “Although the cultivation thod is good, it’s useless if one cannot even enter the threshold.”
“There will always be a way.” Now it was the turn of the Sword Spirit to comfort, “First, pay attention and observe, perhaps the Hanging Fate Manor has an armory, and there you might find the Refined tal.”
“True, thank you,”
An Jing also composed himself.
At this mont, the other youths in the dormitory also woke up, and An Jing knew it was ti to start preparing to lead the morning practice.
As always, without any change, only Cang Linzu faintly noticed sothing and leaned in to ask quietly, “Big brother, the corner of your eye is a bit red, did you not sleep well?”
“I just dreamt of those who have left.” An Jing smiled and patted the other’s shoulder, then, after his astonished exclamation, “Big brother, you actually dream of them too?!” An Jing dragged him to the training field and trained him so vigorously that he was left panting and without the breath to speak another word.
In the afternoon, while leading the training, An Jing ‘happened’ to encounter the Master of the dicine Manor who had co to inspect.
The two locked eyes.
The old man had an encouraging smile, while An Jing returned a calm gaze.
One side saw this as a sign of compliance, or perhaps the nature of indifference.
The other side was waiting, enduring.
Like a fierce tiger lying low on a barren mound, concealing its claws and teeth, suffering in silence.
Ti passed.
Since the number of participants had been fixed at twelve groups of nine people, totaling one hundred and eight, the training at Hanging Fate Manor gradually solidified.
An Jing feigned calmness and continued to live and train for over a month without showing any flaws.
During this ti, An Jing steadily mastered his Inner Breath, ditating with the Tranquil Sword Manual and making the most efficient use of Hanging Fate Manor’s resources to improve his Inner Breath and Blood Qi.
Because An Jing had a profound foundation, once he made a breakthrough, his Inner Breath was as Vast as a River, skipping over the weakest and slowest ‘Inner Breath like Silk’ phase.
His absorption of various nutrients was nearly terrifying.
Despite having extra food due to his Eldest Senior Brother status, he was always the first to finish eating and then claim he was not yet full.
Originally, Hanging Fate Manor was not supposed to provide extra resources, but with the silent consent of the Master of the dicine Manor, An Jing was able to eat three tis the amount of food of an ordinary disciple every day.
This frightening rate of consumption and digestion made all the disciples of Hanging Fate Manor hold him in awe, especially since An Jing’s physique remained unaffected.
And all this food was transford into the nourishnt for An Jing’s improvent.
Triple Nourishnt of Inner Breath; like Silk, like River, like Tide.
There is a vast gap between these three realms.
‘Inner Breath like Silk’, is like the droplets in sumr that can moisten lips but quickly dry up.
It was like when An Jing’s mother fought with the bandits, exhausting her strength after killing seven n, which then gave their leader the opportunity to wound her.
Only when the nurtured Inner Breath exceeds a certain limit, becoming a river flowing inside the body and reaching the realm of ‘Inner Breath as Vast as River’, can one persist under the blazing sun like a puddle that exists for a while, able to use Inner Breath for a prolonged ti and becoming a real Martial Artist.
An Jing’s Inner Breath was originally only slightly better than Inner Breath like Silk, flowing like a babbling brook, which could be used for a period of ti, but only for about a minute or two.
But with the Demon Sect’s resources, his Inner Breath gradually grew stronger, and he could maintain the flow of Inner Breath for close to three minutes.
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