Chapter 90: Chapter 88: New Qiushui Sword (Request for Monthly Tickets!)
“Boom—”
In an instant, the cultivation foundation transford from Refining Ti crazily poured into his body, making Ning Daoran feel as if a dormant volcano within him had suddenly awakened.
Underneath his skin, his blood qi ran red hot, making him unbearably scorching at that mont.
“Aooo~~~”
Not far away, Big Stupid Deer widened its eyes, its tail flailing wildly.
Such a formidable cultivation technique, clearly it’s the Child Skill, an old furnace of tens of thousands of years!
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“Sigh…”
Ning Daoran let out a light sigh of relief.
After True Yang Furnace Technique reached the Transformation Realm Level, the intensity of the True Yang Power had increased by at least forty percent compared to being perfect. If he used the True Feather Fan to attack now, the destructive power would naturally be vastly different from before!
He looked at the remaining Refining Ti, still twenty-eight thousand years left.
The probability was high enough to cultivate the True Yang Furnace Technique to Return to Nature, but there was also a chance that it wouldn’t be achieved.
To be safe, he decided to put aside the cultivation of the True Yang Furnace Technique for now, as there would be more ti in the future.
He pondered for a mont, then decided to practice the Jianjia Sword Technique.
As a cultivator, and one who pursued the idea that “one can never have too many skills,” it was just unacceptable not to cultivate in sword techniques.
Moreover, the Jianjia Sword Technique was a Wood Attribute sword cultivation technique which perfectly matched his Evergreen Technique.
Additionally, the Jianjia Sword Technique would complent the soon-to-be-forged Water Cloud Golden Bamboo Sword Formation, making it a must-practice technique.
Continue.
He sat cross-legged, slowly closing his eyes and channeling the Refining Ti into the Jianjia Sword Technique.
“In the first year, you gazed at the Jianjia Sword Technique and fell into thought. You recalled swinging a bamboo stick in your childhood, sweeping the rapeseed flowers off the road. That day, you believed you might beco a swordsman.”
“In the fifth year, by swinging the iron sword over and over, you finally mastered it, gaining insight into so mysteries of the sword formula.”
“Jianjia Sword Technique. Dark Rank Middle Grade (Entry-level)”
“In the eighty-sixth year, after many years of hard practice in the Jianjia Sword Technique without any progress in swordsmanship, those who practiced with you began mocking you, saying you just weren’t cut out for sword cultivation.”
“In the three hundred forty-sixth year, those who mocked you have turned to white bones, yet your swordsmanship had greatly improved.”
“Jianjia Sword Technique. Dark Rank Middle Grade (Small Accomplishnt)”
“In the thousand and first year, you unwaveringly cultivated the Jianjia Sword Technique, sitting dried in the courtyard, staring at the wild grass on the wall, recalling the phrase ‘lush sorrow, dew turns to frost.'”
“In the two thousand thirty-fourth year, during the frost descent, standing amidst the cold wind like an unsheathed treasured sword, when foes approached your door, you laughed loudly, your eyes opened, revealing your sharp edge.”
“Jianjia Sword Technique. Dark Rank Middle Grade (Great Success)”
Ning Daoran’s brows relaxed, not bad at all. Two thousand years to Great Success; with that, might as well push the Jianjia Sword Technique to the Transformation Realm in one go!
He closed his eyes, imrsing himself in cultivation once again.
“In the five thousand six hundred forty-second year, you left your hotown to dwell in a bamboo hut, watching the flying bamboo leaves, seeking the realm of using leaves to kill. However, the Jianjia Sword Technique was elusive, and your talent was rather dull.”
“Your heart filled with frustration, and the relatives and friends who had originally discouraged your stubborn pursuit of the Jianjia Sword Technique had all passed away from old age.”
“In the eight thousand two hundred thirty-third year, amidst the bamboo leaves, your body covered in them and the power of Evergreen Technique swirling inside, suddenly a shaft of light appeared in your mind, showing the way.”
“You had a sudden realization. As you rose, thousands of bamboo leaves hung in the air, all turning into sword qi, as if proving your path!”
“Jianjia Sword Technique. Dark Rank Middle Grade (Perfect)”
“In the fourteenth thousandth year, after six thousand years of arduous contemplation, your Jianjia Sword Technique showed no more progress, no breakthroughs were had.”
“By then, with your Perfect Level Jianjia Sword Technique, you were invincible, but being cautious and stable by nature, you looked up at the sky.”
“In the seventeenth thousand four hundred twenty-second year, an old man passed through the mountains and looked towards you, who was ditating dry; suddenly, he smiled and said to you, ‘Since you seek not from without, why not seek within?'”
“You suddenly realized that the true aning of the Jianjia Sword Technique had long been in your heart, all your pursuits had been re illusions.”
“Jianjia Sword Technique. Dark Rank Middle Grade (Transformation)”
“Refining Ti Remaining: Eleven thousand one hundred forty years.”
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“Success!”
As Ning Daoran slowly opened his eyes, myriads of insights about swordsmanship poured simultaneously into his mind and body, causing his nerves to montarily lapse into a delay before he recovered.
The Transformation Realm Level of the Jianjia Sword Technique—it turned out this sword technique using plants as blades wasn’t as complicated as imagined; rely this and that would advance the sword technique to the Transformation Realm.
“Draw the sword!”
At the thought from Ning Daoran, the ceaseless power of the Evergreen Technique in his body quickly condensed into sword intent. Instantly, the Qiushui Sword on his back clanged free of its sheath, turning into a stream of light that roved back and forth in the room.
Even accompanied by Ning Daoran’s intention, strands of Evergreen Technique power also transford into dense sword qi whirling around him.
Impressive, Transformation Realm Level Jianjia Sword Technique truly made him akin to a real sword cultivator.
From now on, it would be another thod of combat.
However… the Qiushui Sword given by Junior Sister, though a family heirloom, was after all only a First-tier Middle-grade Magical Artifact. Using the Qiushui Sword, a cultivator like Ning Daoran might not even be able to unleash one-tenth of his true combat prowess in swordsmanship.
It was ti to seek a better Magic Sword.
…
The next day, in the afternoon.
Ning Daoran, dressed in the garnts of an Outer Sect Elder, and accompanied by Big Stupid Deer brimming with the aura of First-tier Late Stage, arrived at Yellow Dragon Square.
Qingfu Square, rummaging for goods.
“Fellow Daoist Ning, long ti no see.”
Chen Ping’er’s dimples flashed as she smiled, still young and beautiful after two years, her practiced Youthful Appearance Technique proving sowhat effective.
Yet, the years still left faint traces around her eyes and brows.
“Long ti no see.”
In the private room, Ning Daoran sat upright and said, “Fellow Daoist Chen, how about we make a deal?”
“Oh?”
Chen Ping’er chuckled lightly, “What kind of deal do you wish to make with Ping’er?”
Ning Daoran took out a jade bottle from his Storage Bag, “This bottle contains a Top-quality Solid Color Pill, please inspect it.”
“Solid Color Pill… Top quality?”
Chen Ping’er montarily lost her composure, her mouth slightly agape.
The Solid Color Pill was already quite rare, let alone a top-quality one desired by every female cultivator.
After all, no female cultivator could comfortably accept her own aging.
“Indeed, it is a Top-quality Solid Color Pill…”
Chen Ping’er’s delicate eyebrows knitted together slightly; familiar with many things, she could tell at a glance that this wasn’t only a top-quality Solid Color Pill but the finest among them, indicating that the Spirit dicine used must be extraordinarily aged.
Ning Daoran’s lips curved slightly.
A Solid Color Pill refined from 1400-year-old Yan Ling Grass naturally left no room for doubt about its quality.
“Do you wish to part with this Solid Color Pill?”
Chen Ping’er pursed her red lips, the light in her beautiful eyes gradually fading, understanding the significant value of this pill, and that she might not be worthy of it.
In the end, she was rely the Chief Manager of a branch of Qingfu Square in Yellow Dragon Square, and although her position seed influential, the Spirit Stones truly belonging to her were not plentiful.
“Mm.”
Ning Daoran said, “May I ask, is that Second-Order Top-Grade Spiritual Artifact Magic Sword I saw last ti in your workshop still available?”
“Are you referring to the Soul Leaving Sword?”
“Exactly.”
“It is.”
Chen Ping’er said, “The Soul Leaving Sword is a Second-Order Top-Grade Spiritual Artifact, pricey, and so far, no destined owner has been able to purchase it.”
“If I am not mistaken, the price of that Soul Leaving Sword was five thousand Spirit Stones, right?”
“Exactly.”
Chen Ping’er pursed her lips again, “Five thousand Spirit Stones, almost equivalent to the price of a standard Foundation Establishnt Pill, hence the sword has been kept as the treasure of the shop, yet to be sold.”
“This is what I propose…”
Ning Daoran said, “I offer four thousand Spirit Stones, plus this Solid Color Pill. Would that suffice to purchase the sword?”
“Four thousand Spirit Stones…”
Joy filled Chen Ping’er’s pretty face, but then she quickly beca anxious.
It would be good to seize the opportunity to acquire the Solid Color Pill to preserve her youth forever, but the thousand Spirit Stones difference would an she had to cover at least eight hundred Spirit Stones.
That ant she was essentially paying eight hundred Spirit Stones for a Top-quality Solid Color Pill, which, although relatively cheap, was still not a small sum.
After a long while, Chen Ping’er bit her red lips, “If that’s the case, I will go and fetch the Soul Leaving Sword for Fellow Daoist.”
“Thank you!”
After a short while, the transaction was complete.
Ning Daoran stored the deep blue Soul Leaving Sword into his Storage Bag, handed over four thousand Spirit Stones and the Top-quality Solid Color Pill, and then left.
Chen Ping’er would soon consu this Solid Color Pill and thus remain forever young.
The Solid Color Pill was no divine dicine; even with consumption, aging would slow down considerably, keeping the appearance of a hundred-year-old woman in the Qi Refinent Realm around that of a forty-year-old.
But the effect of a Top-quality Solid Color Pill was clearly better and, combined with Chen Ping’er’s skill in the Youthful Appearance Technique, the combined effect would likely prevent any significant changes in her appearance till old age.
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Qiongbi Peak, late at night.
In the secret room, Ning Daoran took a deep breath, having finally completed refining the Second-Order Top-Grade Spiritual Artifact.
During the refining process, he had subtly altered it, erasing the characters “Soul Leaving” on the blade and replacing them with “Qiushui.”
Even the appearance had been re-refined to be identical to the Qiushui Sword.
Thereafter, he switched to the Qiushui Sword sheath.
From now on, the sword he wore would still be the gift from his Junior Sister.
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“Old Lu!”
In the depths of the night, Ning Daoran’s eyes glimred with a faint murderous intention.
“Huh?”
Big Stupid Deer pricked up his ears, sensing soone was about to have a bad ti.
Ning Daoran spoke softly, “Five years ago, you, Han Bing Junior Sister, Senior Brother Lin Sheng, and I nearly got trapped by that Green-clothed Evil Ghost in Red Light Town and almost didn’t make it back.
That evil ghost nearly took our lives, and she is still at the Main Altar of the Green Robe Association, feasting on tribute and wreaking havoc. Can you tolerate this?”
“Yoo-hoo—”
Big Stupid Deer let out a loud deer cry, his forehead bursting with over thirty cross-shaped veins.
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