sinovels Chapter 52 Those who cannot are all useless.
Chapter 52 Those who cannot are all useless.
Sword Madman stood with his hands behind his back in the corner of the courtyard, his blue robe fluttering slightly in the evening breeze, his eyes shining like cold stars as he quietly watched Xu Changqing's focused and contemplative expression.
Xu Changqing kept his eyes closed, his brows furrowed slightly, and the sword pellet at his fingertips flickered on and off, its light reflecting off his face in an uncertain manner.
A barely perceptible smile appeared on the corner of the sword madman's lips.
This old madman had his own plans.
This sword pellet contains a trace of his annihilating sword intent. If one can subdue and refine it, one can comprehend its true meaning and make it one's own, greatly benefiting one's swordsmanship. If not, the sword intent will backfire, and the sword heart will collapse; it's merely a matter of insufficient opportunity and bad luck.
Moreover, the Way of the Sword Pellet is ruthless and powerful. When it coexists with the Sword Light in the Dantian Qi Sea, it's like two tigers on one mountain. In the early stages, they may coexist peacefully, but as their cultivation deepens and their sword intent grows stronger, they will inevitably clash and hinder each other.
He wanted to see how this young man would choose in the future.
At that point, he only needs to persuade Chimingzi to find another good disciple. Given that old Taoist's temperament, it would be strange if he didn't come after him and fight him to the death.
"Hehehe..."
Thinking of this, he let out a hoarse chuckle, as raucous as an owl swooping through the night.
Xu Changqing was unaware of the Sword Madman's madness and scheming, and even less aware that this man was naturally aloof, with only the pinnacle of swordsmanship in his heart. Sect responsibilities and master-disciple bonds were all like fleeting clouds to him.
To this end, he traveled far and wide, seeking out sparring partners, and casually bestowed sword pellets wherever he went, imparting various rudimentary sword techniques. If any junior among them could stand out, they were considered kindred spirits, worthy of closer attention. If not, and were devoured by the sword intent, their sword heart shattered, the sword madman would not be moved in the slightest.
There are countless sword cultivators in the world, but only a few can reach the end.
The Sword Maniac himself was forged through countless battles and choices. He believed that only those who could transcend their own sword path were qualified to discuss swordsmanship with him.
Those who cannot are all useless.
That sword pellet was both an opportunity and a test.
If Xu Changqing can subdue the sword pellet and develop some skill, he will naturally come to settle this score with him in the future and have another match. If he cannot, then he doesn't even have the right to see him.
Thinking of this, Sword Madman didn't wait for Xu Changqing to do anything and turned to leave.
He seemed to be strolling leisurely, taking a single step that took him several feet away, and a few more steps and he disappeared into the vast twilight.
The courtyard fell completely silent, with only the sound of the pine trees rustling in the wind.
In the distance, Su'e, Awei, and the others, seeing that the sword fight was over and the terrifying old man had left, dared to approach cautiously, their eyes still filled with fear and worry.
Seeing that Xu Changqing was still meditating with his eyes closed, they did not dare to disturb him and silently tidied up the courtyard that had been ravaged by the sword energy.
"That old man... how awful." After these few days, Ah Ling, who had regained her girlish heart, had come to regard Qingyang Temple as half a home, and her tone was tinged with resentment.
Awei's face was also pale, but she forced herself to remain calm and patted her younger sister's head: "Since the Abbot is alright, then we have won. Let's hurry up and pack up so as not to disturb the Abbot's meditation."
Su'e did not speak, but her clear eyes gazed at Xu Changqing, who stood motionless.
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As dusk deepened in the courtyard, the last rays of sunlight slanted across the bluestone slabs, casting his long, thin shadow. The sound of the pine trees had begun again, rustling softly, making the surrounding silence all the more profound.
Xu Changqing finally processed the information in his mind. He looked around, only to find that the Sword Madman had already left sometime earlier.
"Damn, that old guy is so rude! He just swung his sword at me like that, and then he just left without even saying he'd eat before he left. Doesn't that make people say I don't respect my elders?"
Xu Changqing muttered to himself, but a sense of relief washed over him. The Sword Madman's temperament was unpredictable; if he were displeased and struck again, Xu Changqing, in his current state, would have no chance of withstanding it. Fortunately, he had finally overcome this obstacle.
"However, I am not fortunate enough to enjoy this sword pellet for the time being."
Xu Changqing felt the desolate sword intent within the sword pellet, an intent that could annihilate all things and sever everything. He felt both apprehension and longing. The old monster's sword intent was grand and resolute, pure and powerful, making him itchy with desire. He wished he could subdue and refine it now, and carefully comprehend it.
Unfortunately, his sword seed was still in its early stages. Although he had condensed the killing sword seed, he had not yet truly understood the essence of his own sword intent. To rashly refine such a powerful sword intent from outside, which was completely different in nature, was tantamount to inviting a wolf into the house.
"However..." Xu Changqing's lips curled into a cold smile, "Within the risks, there are also opportunities. If I can comprehend even a fraction of the sword intent within, it might greatly benefit the tempering of my Killing Sword Seed. It's just that the time is not yet ripe."
With a thought, he took the silver-white sword pellet into his dantian, but instead of refining it, he placed it in a corner of the edge of his sea of qi, slowly enveloping and nurturing it with his own killing qi. At the same time, he separated a wisp of his spiritual consciousness and carefully probed it like an antenna, neither stimulating it deeply nor completely isolating it, but maintaining a subtle contact, slowly feeling the true meaning of annihilation within it.
"Hehe, but the 'Taihua Sword Pill Profound Technique' is quite good resources." Xu Changqing's mind sank into his sea of consciousness, and the thousand-word incantation clearly appeared. "Hmm, trying to play mind games with me? I wonder, do I have a cute old devil? You tell me, old devil?"
He mentally manipulated the strange altar emanating black energy in his sea of consciousness. The altar seemed speechless and did not respond, but Xu Changqing did not care.
"Is it as despicable as those people who insert a lot of 'GG' into their videos, even if they don't give you the complete cultivation method?" Xu Changqing thought to himself.
Although this "Taihua Sword Pellet Mystic Method" is only the basics, the parts involving sword pellet condensation and mental tempering are quite exquisite. As for the missing parts, he has the Deceptive Altar at his disposal, so he may not be unable to make up for them.
"Taihua Cave is famous throughout the world for its sword-ball technique. Its introductory method is a legacy that would cause a bloodbath even in the outside world. This old madman just gave it to him casually. He's generous... and crazy enough." Xu Changqing shook his head and stopped thinking about it.
Su'e, Awei, and the others who were cultivating in the courtyard had almost finished tidying up. When they saw him coming, they all bowed.
Su'e looked worriedly at the blood still not wiped from the corner of his mouth: "Master, your injury..."
"It's alright." Xu Changqing waved his hand. "You all continue your cultivation and don't slack off. I'm going to the meditation room to adjust my breathing for a while."
After saying that, he pushed open the door, went into the quiet room, and closed the door.
Inside the quiet room, the candlelight flickered gently.
After the battle just now, although I only received three sword strikes from the Sword Madman, and it's even possible that the opponent didn't exert any effort at all, I was still quite exhausted.
His dantian was nearly depleted, requiring immediate restorative breathing. The Killing Sword Seed slowly rotated, its crimson-gold light, though slightly dimmed, appeared even more solid. The clash with the three sword shadows of the Sword Madman, especially the final all-out attack, though extremely exhausting, had allowed the sword seed to undergo a rare tempering.
He activated the "Killing and Refining the World Scripture," causing his pores to open and drawing in the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. This energy was then slowly drawn into his body, circulated throughout his body, and transformed into pure magical power, which he then injected into his nearly depleted Qi Sea.
About an hour later, Xu Changqing slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, his complexion regained its rosy hue, and the divine light in his eyes subdued. His consumed mana had been fully restored, and the sword seed once again emitted a faint crimson-gold light.
He focused his mind on his dantian and carefully examined it.
After a brief clash with the sword intent of the Sword Maniac, the Killing Sword Seed seemed to have been honed to a more solid state, which was an unexpected gain.
"It seems that appropriate pressure and confrontation are indeed beneficial to the growth of a sword type." Xu Changqing said thoughtfully, "However, in such sword duels, one wrong move can result in the destruction of the sword and the death of the person. People like the Sword Maniac are rare and precious whetstones, but they are also deadly devils."
On the distant mountain path, the Sword Madman took several meters in a single step, his figure blurred and indistinct in the moonlight.
He suddenly stopped and looked back in the direction of Qingyang Temple, the smile on his lips deepening.
"Young man, you have a long way to go. Don't keep this old man waiting too long."
The whispers faded with the wind, and the figure in the green robe took another step, heading in the direction where Chi Mingzi had disappeared, until he finally vanished completely into the vast night.