Many things are thus based on the mutual debts we owe each other.
"I’m afraid that won’t work." Li Ye shook his head: "I can’t explain the details of this matter to you, but there are reasons involved.
So I need to consult my Ancestor Master first."
Upon hearing Li Ye ntion the "Ancestor Master," Wen Suiyue imdiately swallowed hard, losing all urgency.
Within the Academy, there are students studying the Shi Family.
They are also capable of glimpsing the mysteries of the River of Cosmic Light.
But the Shi Family.
Isn’t the appeal just curiosity and the desire to peek into history?
The more peculiar the history, the more they love to read it, writing legitimate history books to strengthen themselves. On the other hand, authoring intriguing unofficial histories can also earn so repute.
For instance, six thousand years ago, there was that history seemingly tossed aside, not daring to be casually ntioned, ending the "Mythology Research."
Wen Suiyue’s seniors once sought help from the Shi Family, providing a large amount of special Spiritual Objects, wanting to truly probe what had really happened at that ti.
To see if they could find any inheritance from their ancestors.
The result.
The result of probing was that a Divinity Transformation level Shi Family Cultivator who peeked into history beca an idiot, with starlight constantly erging from his eyes and head.
This incident alard the high-levels of the Academy. Yet upon inspecting that Divinity Transformation, the Principal showed rare difficulties and reprimanded them not to pursue such matters.
Then, they just sent the person off to read books in the Academy’s library.
It’s said that the person is still alive today.
And it’s been six thousand years.
It’s hard to say whether he’s still of the Human Race.
In short.
That’s why.
After Li Ye ntioned Ancestor Master Su Xing, Wen Suiyue dared not ask further.
If it were soone else, she might really dig a bit deeper, but if it’s that prominent figure, even the Academy would remain silent.
She changed the topic: "Yang Ke Dao You, regarding letting mortals cultivate immortality, we’d like to reserve a spot.
Providing a Divine Technique in exchange."
Li Ye helplessly spread his hands: "I cannot promise this matter either, as I’m unsure whether this Dharma thod is stable.
Let’s talk about it later."
Hmm... this indeed is differential treatnt.
If Wei Qingye were to ask, he’d dare to promise, at worst keeping close watch afterward.
But Bitter Journey Academy.
Boils down to Confucianism, doesn’t an "Buddhism is Tao" either.
Wen Suiyue didn’t seem angry upon hearing this.
After all, she was just bringing it up incidentally.
It’s important, but not enough to push her to force.
So she cupped her hand: "Then I shall take my leave. If Yang Ke Dao You has any issues, feel free to contact .
Please think carefully about this matter, Dao You. I won’t hide it; a Divine Technique is just the base price. If Dao You wishes to raise it, we’re willing to comply!"
Coming swiftly, leaving swiftly.
The honey tea on the table still emitted warmth.
She departed.
This left Li Ye sowhat speechless.
So she ca just to say a few words?
No apparent intent to reclaim her inheritance, or waiting for a better offer? Not really.
"So what was that for?"
He pondered.
Decided not to overthink it.
First, it’s ntally taxing, secondly, the item is still in his possession.
Robbery is impossible, pressure too isn’t viable.
If the sect dared to pressure him over this, he’d promptly complain to Ancestor Master, and those who intends to curry favor with the Academy would surely face bad luck.
He thought so.
Glancing at the object already hatched.
A sudden impulse stirred within.
Deciding to go out and give his friend a gift.
...
"So you’re gifting a sword?"
Wei Qingye looked at what Li Ye brought... hmm, accurately speaking it was an iron tree, countless sharp blades were attached to it, along with many darkened blood stains remaining, no matter how you look, it didn’t seem like sothing good.
There was a peculiar ominous and bloody aura.
He circled the iron tree, suddenly discovering sothing.
Surprised, he said: "Isn’t this from the Iron Tree Hell? But how exactly did you... never mind."
For so reason, he felt as though he’d said this before, even a slightly inexplicable sense of humor.
"Eh."
Li Ye felt sowhat familiar too.
He shook the iron tree, smiling: "Indeed it’s an artifact from Iron Tree Hell, probably a representative one.
The swords on it are all sub-swords.
Grown by the iron tree itself.
As long as you can harness this iron tree, you’ll control the sub-swords as if they’re your own limbs, it’s pretty simple."
With that.
He handed over the iron tree.
"..." Wei Qingye hesitated to reach out and take it.
Because this thing exuded a strong ominous aura. If not for Li Ye handing it over, he’d likely have slashed it directly—though his beloved sword was buzzing next to him.
"Afraid why?" Li Ye pushed it into his hand.
As soon as he took it.
Wei Qingye imdiately felt an imnsely exaggerated killing intent and bloodlust rising in his heart.
Though this was just a descendant of the actual iron tree.
It inherited a trace of the Spiritual Power from the Hell Iron Tree.
What kind of place is Hell.
Unknown countless vengeful spirits and fierce ghosts have died there, the accumulated killing intent and hostility are astronomically greater than sword cultivators.
Killing intent and sword qi can sotis bring similar pressure.
It’s simply the fear before death.
Of course, it wouldn’t be so simple, yet they’re also interconnected.
"It’s indeed not easy to harness."
"But if I can, it should aid sowhat."
Wei Qingye wielded the iron tree with a flourish.
His Spiritual Qi began flowing towards the iron tree, starting to accommodate and refine this exotic Spiritual Artifact.
Li Ye glanced at him a few tis, casually asked:
"What’s the stance of the Celestial Vein Sword Mountain on mortal cultivation?"
"Stance?" Wei Qingye shook his head: "Even though it’s available now, it’s still an enigmatic solitary thod, moreover, the impending disaster makes it impossible to select disciples.
Better to wait until the disaster passes."
Li Ye was slightly surprised.
The seniors at Celestial Vein Sword Mountain are quite perceptive.
He nodded: "Alright, whenever you need, let know, with Eastern Domain and Southern Domain so close, I can be there imdiately for anything.
By the way.
I just heard so news.
If mortals develop aversive feelings or even curse the cultivators, they are very likely to face disaster.
Which ans the selection of mortals is also critically important."
This certainly isn’t a good news.
At least not for most cultivators.
Wei Qingye’s expression instantly worsened.
He sighed: "Many mortals are ignorant. You think you’re doing them a favor, but they might not show gratitude.
Moreover, because of our actions, so dare leave their holand to reside in your sanctuary, while others remain where they are.
When disaster truly descends like a blade, will they face it calmly?
Or curse those immortals who possess imnse power but refuse to take them away?"
Hearing this, Li Ye also felt a darkness before his eyes.
Indeed!
He nearly forgot about this.
His deanor darkened, angrily cursing:
"This catastrophe truly is inhumane, helping or not helping becos a real challenge to our Dao heart."
Helping might lead to being cursed secretly.
Not helping, seeing countless people struggle in calamity, is a severe test to the Dao heart.
Having learned all these skills, only to stand idly by?
I guess many would still choose to act upon despite knowing this point.
Both sighed simultaneously.
A broken sword stained with a trace of blood suddenly appeared without warning.
It let out a faint mournful sound.
Then "plop," it fell to the ground.
The snow-white blade dyed with red blood was so glaring.
Shocking.
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