I Practice Farming While the Rest Cultivates Chapter 960 958 Sword Spirit

He replicated the process and stayed at the bottom of Heart Sword Lake for quite a while, eventually catching seven Shadow Stone Monsters.

"Deeper in is the heart of Heart Sword Lake."

The further he went, the fewer Shadow Stones he could detect; thus, Lu Xuan decided to give up and save so ti and energy to head towards the center of Heart Sword Lake.

"It is said that many Nascent Soul Sword Cultivators from the Sect who died normally are buried here."

"Their bodies, Divine Souls, and Sword Intent, transford into various Swordsmanship Treasures, can be considered their final contributions to the Dongxuan Sword Sect."

Lu Xuan thought to himself, respectfully regarding those Nascent Soul Ancestors he had never heard of before.

If his life was nearing its end, he probably wouldn't have such a spirit of dedication.

"However, as much as I admire them, I still need to search for the treasures."

He slowly entered the central area of Heart Sword Lake.

The Swordsmanship Treasures here were rarer than those in the peripheral areas; obtaining one by chance could propel soone to instant success.

However, the difficulty of acquiring them increased steeply.

Whether it was Sword Bones ford from condensed bodily essence or Sword Spirits ford from soul spiritual nature, they all ca from Nascent Soul Sword Cultivators.

Even if he encountered one, he would need to exert considerable effort to subdue it.

The thods to subdue them were mainly twofold. One was by relying on his own Sword Path Cultivate to subdue the Sword Bones or Sword Spirits; the other required possessing incomparable swordsmanship talent to attract the Sword Bones and Sword Spirits.

Unfortunately, neither thod suited Lu Xuan.

He had cultivated many Sword Grasses, absorbed nurous Sword Intent experience packages, and his swordsmanship was fairly decent. However, the Dongxuan Sword Sect was one of the top Sword Taoism Sects in the Whole Sky Realm, filled with geniuses like fishes crossing a river. Among the entire Sect, he wasn't one of the most outstanding.

As for swordsmanship talent, even with treasures that hone the sword heart like Sword Heart Clarity and Thundering Sword Gall and drinking countless True Sword Elixirs, his swordsmanship talent could only be considered above average in the Sword Sect.

"Regardless, it is still good to give it a try; who knows, maybe so Sword Bone or Sword Spirit will take a liking to !"

Lu Xuan thought optimistically.

As he entered the central area, intense Sword Qi rushed towards him, filling the entire atmosphere.

Lu Xuan extended his Spiritual Sense and slowly walked among the nurous Sword Qi.

Inside, there were many graves, so extrely simple with just a casually erected stone tablet, while others were quite magnificent, resembling a vast courtyard of enormous scale.

Powerful protections and restrictions were set up between each grave, seemingly isolating each into separate small realms.

Lu Xuan entered one of them and bowed slightly toward a stone tablet in front.

"Sword Sect Disciple Lu Xuan, I accidentally disturbed the predecessor; I hope the predecessor will forgive ."

As his words fell, the stone tablet remained motionless.

Lu Xuan's expression stayed calm, placing a few Spirit Fruits in front of the stone tablet and sprinkling a cup of Hundred Fruit Spirit Juice.

Then, he turned and left.

Entering another grave, Lu Xuan imdiately stopped.

In the center of the grave, a figure was sitting atop the stone tablet, seemingly fused with it.

The figure had no physical body, quiet and serene, and even with Lu Xuan's entry, there was no reaction.

"So this is the Sword Spirit."

Lu Xuan mused in his heart.

The Sword Spirit bore so resemblance to the Wrathful Sword Master, though the latter was ford from the remnants and malevolent thoughts of a Primordial Infant True Monarch and had a strong inherent aggression, whereas the Sword Spirit was purely a Spiritual Body,

but even if the Sword Spirit seed harmless, taking it out of the grave was not an easy task.

Lu Xuan ca before the Sword Spirit, bowing respectfully.

"Junior Sword Sect Disciple Lu Xuan pays respects to the senior."

The Sword Spirit remained staring forward, unresponsive.

Lu Xuan stroked his chin.

He intended to take the Sword Spirit with him but wasn't completely certain he could.

"When in doubt, offer so food."

With a thought, he took out a bottle of True Sword Elixir and approached the stele.

The Sword Spirit still showed no reaction, but Lu Xuan knew that any attempt to capture it would be t with an attack as fierce as a tempest.

The True Sword Elixir ford a silvery gray stream, slowly seeping into the stele.

Sitting atop the stele, the Sword Spirit finally reacted, turning its blurry features to look at Lu Xuan, its expression unreadable.

Lu Xuan's mind slowly converged on the Sword Spirit.

In an instant, he felt as though he had plunged into a chaotic space, and upon awakening, he was a youth wearing the standard Daoist robe of the Sword Sect.

The youth, of humble origin, had demonstrated extraordinary talent in the sword from a young age. He could learn any sword technique in the shortest ti whenever he put his hands on one.

Gradually, his talent was recognized by the Sword Sect, and he was brought into the Sect.

The day he went to the Sect, full of youthful vigor and envied by many friends and relatives, he boarded the Dongxuan Sword Sect's flying boat, entering a world of his dreams.

After joining the Sect, the youth beca an Outer Sect Disciple, learning upper-class techniques and supre sword arts, and his cultivation level advanced by leaps and bounds daily.

Soon, he grew from youth to middle age, becoming a Foundation Establishnt disciple, with his cultivation still progressing rapidly until reaching the Foundation Establishnt Perfect Realm.

When advancing to Core Formation, he faced significant challenges. His initial attempt at Core Formation failed unexpectedly, leaving the young man disheartened and his spirit broken.

Various elders and friends within the Sword Sect helped him, either by providing Spiritual Objects for Core Formation or helping to heal his damaged foundation.

Thus, the youth regained his confidence, and on his second attempt, he successfully advanced to Core Formation.

After becoming a Golden Core True Person, the Sword Sect valued him even more, granting him easy access to various treasures and techniques, and he felt an unparalleled sense of belonging to the Sect.

With ample confidence in his strength, he started to travel outside, experienced the diverse cultures of the Whole Sky Realm, and dealt with many different "Cultivators." He had several brushes with danger, either resolving them through his own ans or by contacting Sect monks for rescue.

Through countless trials, his aspiration for cultivation beca ever more resolute, and his cultivation level soared.

After reaching the Golden Core Completion Realm, his Nascent Soul Master gifted him a rare, Seventh Grade Spiritual Object to slightly increase his chances of advancing to the Nascent Soul stage.

He felt imnse gratitude for this.

After decades of seclusion, with the help of the Sword Sect's grand formation and several Nascent Soul True Monarchs guarding him, he smoothly advanced to Primordial Infant True Monarch.

At that mont, extraordinary phenona filled the heaven and earth, what a glorious sight.

In that instant, he even believed that he might achieve eternal life.

However, after advancing to Nascent Soul, the path of cultivation beca even more challenging, and he saw his lifespan nearing its end while still in the early Nascent Soul Stage.

He eventually panicked, trying all ans to find Spiritual dicine that could extend his life, even risking entering the Demon's Land.

Yet it was to no avail; he could only watch helplessly as his vitality steadily declined, ultimately accepting his impending demise.

On his deathbed, mories of the past thousand years at the Sword Sect flashed through his mind.

Joining the Sword Sect, learning cultivation techniques, making fellow disciples, exploring Secret Lands with brothers, and receiving various forms of aid from the Sect in nurous crises and predicants.

Finally, all thoughts turned into deep longing, and after many years, they ford a persistent idea.

"Strengthen our Sword Sect!"