Celestial Dragon Sword Venerable-Chapter 34: The Way of Heaven Takes from the Surplus to Supplement the Deficient
BZZZT—
Between his eyebrows, the Dragon Blood erupted. The Dragon Blood from the third region surged forth in an instant, forcing back the lingering aura of the Sword Soul.
At the same time, Ye Tianling retrieved a Jade Bottle from his Qiankun Ring and tossed all the remaining twenty Small Peiyuan Pills and two Dragon Bone Pills into his mouth.
Blood streamed from his body; it was a ghastly sight.
Thankfully, after this brief respite, the terrifying impact from the Sword Soul finally began to dissipate. Ye Tianling’s vision went dark, and his entire soul buzzed incessantly.
This time, he had truly suffered a massive loss.
"Jin Xietian, you old bastard! When I’m strong enough, I’ll definitely kill you!"
Ye Tianling gritted his teeth, his body trembling. Even after swallowing so many Elixirs and opening the Treasure Tower Celestial Ladder in the third region of his Dragon Blood, he still felt like he was on the verge of death. The severity of his injuries was unimaginable.
HUMMM—
Suddenly, the ferocious Sword Soul aura in the distance trembled violently, then weakened somewhat.
It was as if some strange change had occurred.
Ye Tianling glanced back.
In the distance, a bloody light enveloped Jin Zhifu, and her figure quickly disappeared.
She had been swept away by that Sword Soul. It seemed to have made a rather panicked retreat.
The Sword Soul’s sustained power had clearly weakened, but Ye Tianling still had to flee. The gap between them was simply too great.
Ye Tianling stumbled onward, crashing headfirst into the ancient burial grounds of Forbidden Moon Mountain.
There weren’t many dense forests here. It was now dusk, an exceptionally dangerous time.
Coughing up blood repeatedly, Ye Tianling made it to a dilapidated gravestone before he could go no further, collapsing beside the stone tablet.
PFFT—
He spat out another mouthful of blood. Ye Tianling’s head was ringing, his vision was darkening, and he could barely hold on.
’No... I can’t collapse. If I fall here, I’m dead for sure.’
Ye Tianling desperately gathered his True Qi, condensed his aura, and used his Dragon Blood for the Refinement of the Elixirs, but it was all for naught.
Trembling, Ye Tianling opened the Qiankun Ring he had taken from Ye Tianfan. Now that Ye Tianfan was dead, the Soul Mark restriction on the ring was gone.
Inside, Ye Tianling found three pale-gold Jade Bottles, each containing a single golden Elixir.
Ye Tianfan had taken this Elixir before, and its effects had been outstanding.
Ye Tianling was so injured that he couldn’t even activate his Soul Talent, so he had no idea what kind of Elixir this was.
He immediately took out a Jade Bottle—he was so weak he barely had the strength to open it.
Gritting his teeth, he opened the Jade Bottle and swallowed the Elixir. A fire immediately ignited within him, and Ye Tianling finally recovered a sliver of strength.
Then, heedless of whether his body could take it, he consumed the other two.
His entire body felt like it was burning with an explosive flame. He trembled violently, and as mouthfuls of blood trickled from the corner of his lips, they immediately burst into roaring flames.
The heat was so intense it had already exceeded what Ye Tianling could endure.
’What other Cultivation Technique... can alleviate this?’
Ye Tianling pondered.
He tried to practice the Xuanyuan Dragon-Controlling Immortal Sword Technique, but the Cultivation Technique’s level was too high. Cultivating it now was too difficult; in his weakened state, he couldn’t even begin to practice it.
The Nine Yang Divine Skill was an inherently yang-attribute technique. Practicing it now would only add fuel to the fire. The moment he moved his True Qi, his body felt like it was about to explode.
Alarmed, Ye Tianling had no choice but to immediately give up.
His body grew more and more frenzied, his condition worsening by the second. Ye Tianling thought of many methods, but none could relieve his suffering.
Finally, Ye Tianling tried cultivating the Nine Yin Scripture.
"The Way of Heaven is to take from what has a surplus and give to what has a deficit..."
At first, he faced the same obstacles—frenzy, chaos, even the risk of self-detonation—but Ye Tianling ultimately managed to suppress it all, and his situation gradually improved.
Slowly, as he delved deeper into the Nine Yin Scripture, Ye Tianling felt a comfort spread through his entire body, as if extreme yang was giving birth to yin.
The sensation was endlessly profound.
In this state, his Supreme Yang True Qi and Sword Qi all began to liquefy, transforming into Sword Essence Power that possessed both Yin and Yang.
With that, Ye Tianling had finally survived this critical moment and stabilized his condition.
As his Sword Qi transformed in an orderly fashion, Ye Tianling’s Realm finally broke through the barrier of Sword Qi Third Heaven, and he stepped into the First Heaven of Sword Essence Realm.
The Sword Qi in his body gradually converged, becoming Sword Essence Power. The Dragon Blood quieted, and the flames burning within it began to clear Ye Tianling’s meridians.
After his Realm stabilized slightly and a good portion of his injuries had healed, Ye Tianling didn’t dare to continue cultivating so recklessly in this place. He immediately opened his eyes.
The moment he did, the hairs on Ye Tianling’s body stood on end. A chill shot up his spine, and he couldn’t help but suck in a sharp breath of cold air.
"Tsk, tsk. How impressive. Strange, you didn’t even die from that?"
The fat, dark-faced Daoist who had called himself ’Li Zuozong’ on the street earlier now had his dark, ugly face practically pressed against Ye Tianling’s!
His huge mouth was so close it nearly touched Ye Tianling’s face.
HUFF—
HUFF—
He only started panting heavily as he spoke.
His breath carried a foul, bloody stench that nearly made Ye Tianling faint.
This man had gotten right next to him without him even noticing!
One could only imagine the wariness in Ye Tianling’s heart. But he also knew the man likely had no killing intent; otherwise, he would already be dead.
"You really wanted me to die?"
Ye Tianling calmed himself slightly and stood up, discreetly putting a little distance between them.
The fat, dark-faced Daoist’s breath was so foul it was practically lethal, likely from something he had eaten. Ye Tianling could hardly stomach it.
"Well, if you died, your blood would naturally be a delicacy for me. But I’m even more curious how you, at a mere Sword Qi Third Heaven, could withstand a blow from a ’Sword Soul Guardian’ and not die."
The fat, dark-faced Daoist’s eyes, crystal clear, narrowed into slits like a rat’s as he carefully sized up Ye Tianling.
Ye Tianling’s Soul Perception Power spread out, instantly touching the dark-faced Daoist’s body.
The dark-faced Daoist’s expression changed slightly. The hairs on his body visibly stood on end; he was clearly startled.
His figure shuddered, and he immediately shot backward. His reaction speed was simply unbelievable.
In that instant, Ye Tianling’s Soul Talent identified a piece of information about the man—this fat, dark-faced Daoist was actually a Fierce Beast, and one that had undergone Transformation!
His true form was a Gold-devouring Rat.
"Soul Talent? Ye Tianling, you really did inherit your mother’s Talent! Tsk, tsk, tsk. Now things are going to get interesting." 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶
The fat, dark-faced Daoist was taken aback, his expression flickering between various emotions. At the same time, his face was filled with the wonderful expression of someone ready to stir up trouble.
"Oh? You even know that? I just didn’t expect you to be a Celestial Tier Gold-devouring Rat! No wonder I haven’t encountered any powerful Fierce Beasts on this path. You’ve been following me, haven’t you?"
Ye Tianling said, a look of sudden realization on his face.
The other party was so powerful that Ye Tianling didn’t entertain any other thoughts.
If the man had wanted to make a move, he would have killed him when he was cultivating in the tree.
"Hmph. Otherwise, did you really think it was safe to go into secluded Cultivation in a tree? You think that after what you did to Jin Zhifu, that old bastard Jin Xietian’s Guardian Sword Soul would just let you go?"
The fat, dark-faced Daoist pursed his lips and blew on a small wisp of his mustache.
Ye Tianling broke into a cold sweat, finally understanding. So it was this fat, dark-faced Daoist who had taken action from behind the scenes, scaring off Jin Xietian’s Sword Soul.
It was just that the fat, dark-faced man’s way of speaking was truly unpleasant.
"What do you mean ’did to’? Why put it so crudely? I never did anything to Jin Zhifu."
Ye Tianling rolled his eyes.
The fat, dark-faced Daoist chuckled slyly. "Whether you go into battle yourself or send in your iron rod, it’s pretty much the same. What, still not admitting it?"
