Cultivation Starts from Farming-Chapter 821 - 371: Swordsmanship Breakthrough, One Sword Becomes Ten Thousand (Part 2)
His mind stirred slightly.
"Disperse."
The billions of sword lights, as if wiped away by an invisible hand, vanished instantly without a trace.
The cave returned to silence, as if the terrifying scene just now, enough to destroy heaven and earth, was merely an illusory dream.
"Perfection!"
Xu Ping’s lips slowly curled into a radiant smile.
He gently caressed the smooth, jade-like Canghua Divine Wood Sword in his hand, feeling the harmonious resonance echoing from deep within the sword that aligned with his intent.
Only one step remains from the legendary realm of ’Sword Rainbow Splitting Light’!
This step, for the average Sword Cultivator, is an insurmountable chasm.
Countless geniuses have exhausted their life efforts, only to be thwarted here, lamenting for eternity.
However, he has a mastery panel.
As long as he grinds the next profound swordsmanship to the Perfection Level, it will forcibly help him breakthrough to the "Sword Rainbow Splitting Light," this Sword Dao realm.
"Sword Rainbow Splitting Light, accompanied by my Sword Array... its power should genuinely reach the level of Late-Stage Nascent Soul!"
At this thought, even Xu Ping, whose mind is as firm as a rock, couldn’t help but feel his heart surge with excitement and anticipation.
When the time comes, with the Wood Spirit Avatar controlling the Sword Array, and he using the Puppet Array, they could even battle against a true Late-Stage Nascent Soul Great Cultivator.
...
After the turbulent Mana within him completely calmed, Xu Ping walked out of the cave abode and arrived at the highest peak of Blood Bone Island.
He stood with hands behind his back, his black Taoist robe billowing in the wind.
Beneath his feet were jagged, blood-red reefs and swirling dark blue waves. Gazing afar, the sea and sky merged into an endless expanse.
The setting sun painted half of the sky in brilliant golden-red hues, with the sea shimmering beneath, a breathtaking scene.
After ten years of cleansing evil Qi and achieving perfection in swordsmanship, his mind was utterly clear and serene.
Xu Ping did not linger for long; with a shift of his figure, he appeared in front of a gracefully elegant cave abode on the other side of the island.
It was Duan Shuang’s residence.
"Fellow Daoist Xu."
Duan Shuang, already sensing his presence, greeted him with a smile.
She still retained her cold demeanor, but the melancholy on her brow had lessened, replaced by a sense of peace.
Though Blood Bone Island is solitary, for her it is a rare peaceful refuge.
The two of them sat in the seaside stone pavilion in front of the cave abode.
Duan Shuang skillfully brewed tea, a unique "Blood Mist Spirit Tea" from the island, slightly bitter upon entry, but leaving a sweet and long-lasting aftertaste, with effects of calming the mind and spirit.
They did not discuss cultivation or the turmoil of the outer sea.
They just quietly sipped tea, watched as the sunset turned the sea into molten gold, listened to the ebb and flow of the tides, occasionally chatting about trivial matters on the island, or some exotic Spirit Plant that Duan Shuang newly cultivated.
It wasn’t until the last ray of golden brilliance sank beneath the horizon and stars quietly dotted the dark blue sky that Xu Ping stood to take his leave.
...
Returning to Blood Bone Hall, Xu Ping began to delve into Fourth Rank talismans anew.
In these ten years, not only did he purify evil Qi and study the Sword Dao in depth, but also never slackened in the art of talismans.
He was already a quasi Fourth Rank Talisman Master, just one step away from the true realm of a Fourth Rank Talisman Grandmaster.
A month quietly slipped by.
At this moment, a familiar aura approached Blood Bone Island rapidly from afar.
The Water Lake Mouse had returned.
But Xu Ping’s sharp Divine Sense immediately noticed that the Water Lake Mouse wasn’t alone.
"Hmm?"
"Why is there also the aura of a Demon Beast?" Xu Ping’s pen paused slightly, raising an eyebrow with a peculiar expression.
This fellow, could it have... dragged back a Fourth Rank Demon Beast?
A quarter of an hour later, inside Blood Bone Hall.
The Water Lake Mouse stood before Xu Ping with a fawning smile.
Beside it stood a rat-type Demon Beast, slightly smaller in size, covered entirely in smooth golden fur, with eyes as pure as amber.
The Golden-haired Rat’s aura reached Fourth Rank Lower Grade, emanating a pure Golden Spirit Qi.
"Master!"
The Water Lake Mouse eagerly introduced, "This is Little Gold, my... uh... friend, from the Golden Spirit Mouse clan!"
It turned and winked at the Golden-haired Rat, "Little Gold, quick, say hello to the master."
The Golden Spirit Mouse, prompted by the Water Lake Mouse, glanced at it somewhat shyly, then bowed slightly to Xu Ping, speaking in a soft female voice, "Jin Linger, greets Fellow Daoist Xu."
Xu Ping’s expression grew increasingly amusing.
How could he not understand, this wasn’t just a "friend"?
This was clearly a partner somehow "dragged" back by this guy’s means.
"Goodness... the charm of this silly mouse... is it really that great?" Xu Ping’s lips twitched slightly, finding it a bit hard to believe.
Indeed, Xu Ping underestimated the "market" of the Water Lake Mouse in the Demon Beast World.
It’s known that the Water Lake Mouse is now a Fourth Rank Middle Grade great demon, not only with a long lifespan and profound background but, more importantly, it possesses the True Dragon Bloodline, undoubtedly the pride of heaven among peer Rat Demons.
The Water Lake Mouse only needed to slightly reveal its "kingly aura" to capture a "heart," which was no difficult task.
"Since that’s the case, you both get along well." Xu Ping pondered for a moment, not saying much more.
Spirit beasts also have emotions. As long as it doesn’t affect cultivation and important affairs, let it be.
This Jin Linger has pure aura and extraordinary foundation; if subdued, it could be an asset.
If the two beasts in future can have offspring, the bloodline will likely surpass both.
"Rest assured, master, we will definitely get along well." The Water Lake Mouse proudly puffed out its chest.
Saying so, it even secretly winked at Jin Linger.
Jin Linger seemed to sense it and shyly lowered her head.
...
As night fell.
In the underground cave of Blood Bone Hall.
"So, the Golden Spirit Mouse clan’s influence is quite substantial in the outer sea?"
Listening to the Water Lake Mouse’s vivid narration, Xu Ping’s face showed a hint of surprise.
