Cultivation Starts from Farming-Chapter 820 - 371: Swordsmanship Breakthrough, One Sword Becomes Ten Thousand
In the years that followed,
Xu Ping began to settle on Blood Bone Island, purifying his own Evil Qi, cultivating to enhance his Mana, researching talismans, and practicing his swordsmanship.
After all these years, the "Taixu Sword Skill" he had been cultivating was finally about to break through.
Compared to the calm on Blood Bone Island, the waves of the outer seas were stirred by his defeat of the He Huan Old Devil.
Who was this He Huan Old Devil?
He was a renowned Mid-Stage Nascent Soul giant who dominated the outer seas for hundreds of years.
Yet, such a formidable character was easily defeated by a sudden Early-Stage Nascent Soul cultivator.
This indeed attracted the attention of some top forces.
However, no one was interested in digging deeper into Xu Ping’s information.
Coming to the outer seas basically meant saying goodbye to past identities.
Even if the other party was a wanted criminal by the Star Palace, they had no intention of reporting or capturing the other to claim a reward.
Mystic Water Sect.
In a spiritual energy-rich cave within their sect, water vapor lingered, and the Spiritual Spring trickled.
Liang Ming and Lei Jingyan, a well-known Nascent Soul couple of the Mystic Water Sect, sat facing each other.
Liang Ming had a scholarly appearance with profound aura.
Lei Jingyan was beautiful, yet there was an air of heroism between her brows.
On the jade table in front of them, a jade slip recording the latest intelligence from the outer seas emitted a faint glow.
"I didn’t expect that Fellow Daoist Xu would have such strength."
Liang Ming put down the jade slip, his face revealing a trace of undisguised surprise.
He Huan Old Devil was also quite famous in the outer seas, and yet the other party subdued him so easily.
The combat power of Xu Ping’s Divine Techniques is rare even among Mid-Stage Nascent Soul cultivators, not to mention he also has a Fourth Rank Middle Grade Spirit Pet.
"Indeed!"
Lei Jingyan nodded slightly, her beautiful face also showing surprise,
"When I first heard this news, I thought it was exaggerated, but after verification, it seems true."
"For an Early-Stage Nascent Soul to possess such combat power, his potential... is truly unfathomable." A peculiar brilliance flashed in her eyes.
Liang Ming pondered for a moment, his eyes sparkling: "Jingyan, the Ancient Demon Hall... will open in forty years."
Lei Jingyan’s expression turned serious: "Do you mean..."
Liang Ming looked at Lei Jingyan, his eyes burning: "The Ancient Demon Hall, opening once every hundred years, full of opportunities and dangers, relying solely on our strength may not suffice."
"Although there are also extraordinary mid-stage cultivators within the sect, the majority of the benefits would go to the other side."
"If we can find a powerful and trustworthy ally from outside the sect, we could gain more opportunities."
The Ancient Demon Hall is the top opportunity beyond the outer seas.
Within it, Spirit Treasures, ancient Spirit Medicine, heaven-defying Pills for breaking through bottlenecks, and even lost Cultivation Technique legacies... for a Nascent Soul cultivator, these are opportunities that can change their path.
However, the Ancient Demon Hall, along with an Exotic Realm passage, will release ’Ancient Demons.’
The Ancient Demons have strong bodies, strange talents, fearless in battle, often unmatched by cultivators of the same rank.
Not to mention the intrigue among cultivators, killing and seizing treasures.
Every time it opens, Nascent Soul cultivators suffer losses in the Ancient Demon Hall.
Fortunately, the special restriction in the Ancient Demon Hall only allows those below Late-Stage Nascent Soul to enter, and generally, top Mid-Stage Nascent Soul cultivators can keep their lives if they are not greedy.
"But..."
Although Lei Jingyan understood her husband’s meaning, she still had concerns, "We don’t know much about this person’s background or character, and there are many dangers in the hall. If he is not trustworthy..."
"So, this matter is not urgent."
Liang Ming was confident, "There are still forty years until the Ancient Demon Hall opens."
"We can first try to contact him, build a closer relationship."
"Firstly, test his intentions and character; secondly, it also gives us a chance to establish some trust."
After thinking for a moment, Lei Jingyan nodded: "Husband, your considerations are thorough."
...
Ten years passed quietly.
Deep within the Blood Bone Hall, in an underground chamber heavily isolated by restrictions.
Xu Ping held the Canghua Divine Wood Sword, his eyes closed, his figure unmoving like a mountain, his wrist moving slowly in a trajectory almost like Dao rhythm.
There was no earth-shattering wave of Mana, no Sword Qi tearing through space.
Only when the sword tip cut through the air, it brought a slight, yet profoundly rhythmic "hiss."
Each move, ancient and simple, returning to the essence, was exactly the most basic sword form of the "Taixu Sword Skill."
The Canghua Divine Wood Sword seemed to become an extension of his body, a manifestation of his will.
Sword and man, intent and energy, divine and soul, reached an unprecedented harmonious unity at this moment.
"Buzz..."
A clear chime, originating from the essence of Sword Dao, rang out, only audible deep within Xu Ping’s Divine Soul.
His tightly shut eyes suddenly opened, divine light glowing within his pupils.
In his pupils, there was no longer any form, only the sword.
Two rays of intensely concentrated, pure Sword Intent, capable of piercing the Nine Nether, shot out from his eyes.
"Slash!"
Xu Ping flicked his wrist, the Canghua Divine Wood Sword in his hand appearing to thrust forward casually.
The motion remained ancient, even somewhat slow.
However, just as the sword tip struck out—
"Zheng..."
A condensed azure sword light shot out from the sword tip, initially only a few inches long but expanded with the wind.
No!
It did not just expand, it multiplied.
One became two, two became three, three became ten thousand...
In the blink of an eye, that initial sword light divided into countless tiny sword lights, enveloping the entire chamber in a dazzling ocean of sword light.
The chamber’s extremely solid stone walls, covered in runes, emerged with countless tiny sword marks under the pure Sword Intent, soundlessly.
One sword into ten thousand!
Xu Ping stood at the center of the ocean of sword light, like a deity wielding ten thousand swords.
