Chapter 77 White Deer Academy, Yu Xiaogang, the Honey Badger, Arrives! Giving Directions and Instructions!
"That old servant from the lower realm is still alive?"
"What?"
Upon hearing this, the man on the right, referred to as "senior brother," frowned and looked over.
"I remember he went there seven days ago, right?"
"Given his advanced age and his tattered and filthy cultivation, he should have been able to withstand the evil energy of the Sword Washing Pool for at most half a day before being torn to pieces."
"Seven days, huh? This old guy's bones are tougher than we imagined."
As they spoke, the two subconsciously exchanged a glance.
After all, within the Chaotian Sword Sect, the lives of such menial servants were as worthless as weeds.
They weren't even worth a second glance.
...
Meanwhile, in the center of the pool.
Chen Xin, who was undergoing the ordeal of transitioning to a new cultivation system, was unaware that he had already attracted the attention of two immortal masters.
At this point, he was on the verge of exhaustion.
That once upright and sword-like body had long since withered into a skeleton.
Not only that, his skin was covered with crisscrossing sword marks, some so deep that the bone was visible.
As for his once imposing nine spirit rings, they had completely disappeared, leaving him looking extremely weak.
However, deep within the dantian, which is unseen by humans, a tiny wisp of white energy is slowly being generated!
Furthermore, its soul power fluctuations are completely different from those in Douluo Continent.
"Buzz!"
As this wisp of energy took shape, Chen Xin's heart, which had stopped beating, suddenly emitted a powerful thud!
In an instant, a surge of life force emerged and spread throughout his body.
"call..."
Then, Chen Xin suddenly opened his eyes and woke up again.
Although his current cultivation level is extremely low, he hasn't even reached the threshold of the Blood Transformation Realm yet. He can only be considered a half-cultivator, having just begun to draw Qi into his body.
But this wisp of energy is far more precious than his level 97 Title Douluo's soul power!
"It's done?! It's done?!"
Chen Xin trembled as he extended a hand, then, sensing the faint power within his body, revealed a smile more painful than a grimace:
"I have finally seen this path!"
The next second, Chen Xin, whose hope for the path of cultivation had been rekindled, dragged his exhausted body and climbed out of the Sword Washing Pool step by step.
As soon as he climbed ashore, he felt two condescending gazes staring at him.
Upon seeing this, Chen Xin was startled, and then quickly endured the excruciating pain to kneel down and perform a deep bow:
"This old servant, Chenxin, greets the two immortal masters."
Since joining the Chaotian Sword Sect, Chen Xin has gradually become familiar with bowing and kneeling.
After all, he is just an ant now, and if he wants to survive, he has to learn to bow his head.
"Um."
Seeing this, the senior brother responded indifferently, then looked Chen Xin up and down:
"good."
"He shattered his mortal body and began to rebuild it, and was able to survive for seven days in the Sword Washing Pool without dying, and successfully drew qi into his body."
"Although you, old servant, are dull-witted, your heart for the Dao is quite resolute."
As he spoke, he seemed to be in a good mood. He casually took out a three-foot-long sword with a bluish glow from the storage bag at his waist and threw it in front of Chen Xin like trash.
Clang!
The longsword landed with a crisp sound, a sound that made Chen Xin's eardrums ache.
"I am Li Qingxuan, an outer disciple."
"It just so happens that my Spirit Sword Manor is short of a handyman to sweep and test swords. Since you are also a sword cultivator, I will take you in."
"As for this greenwood sword, I obtained it by chance. Although it is a piece of junk, it is a great opportunity for you, so I will reward it to you."
"Ah...thank you so much, Immortal Master!"
Upon seeing this, Chen Xin was so excited that he trembled all over and kowtowed repeatedly.
Only when the two turned to leave did he shakily pick up the long sword from the ground.
"Clang—"
The longsword was drawn an inch from its sheath, and a chilling light instantly illuminated Chen Xin's old face.
Looking at the flowing patterns and broken runes on the blade, Chen Xin was also shocked, and then swallowed hard.
"This...this is scrap?!"
He prepared to try touching the blade with his finger.
"hiss!"
Before his fingers even touched the blade, the sharp sword energy on the edge of the sword cut his fingers, and blood flowed instantly!
"The material of this sword is countless times harder than the hardest material in my Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School!"
"It's even sharper than my Seven Kill Sword!"
"And this is merely a discarded sword from an outer disciple..."
"Then how terrifying would those swords, nurtured by the elders for countless years, be?!"
Chen Xin dared not think any further, but gasped and silently sheathed the longsword in her hand.
Looking at the broken sword in his hand, he recalled the Zhu Zhuqing he had seen in the sky.
A girl who was so much worse than him actually switched cultivation systems in the blink of an eye and even stepped into the half-step Blood Refining Realm.
As a dignified level 97 titled Douluo, the best in attack and defense, he was pierced through the heart by ten thousand swords in the Sword Washing Pool for seven days and seven nights, and almost lost his life before he barely managed to draw Qi into his body.
This immense sense of disparity prompted Chen Xin to step forward and seize the opportunity to ask:
"Immortal Master, please wait!"
"Um?"
Upon hearing this, the outer disciple named Li Qingxuan paused, then turned around, a hint of displeasure flashing in his eyes:
"Is there anything else you need?"
"Could it be that the reward is too small?"
"No, this old servant dares not!"
Upon hearing this, Chen Xin was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat, and then quickly explained:
"This old servant has a question that I do not understand, and I humbly ask the immortal master for guidance."
After saying that, he raised his head, looking puzzled, and asked:
"This old servant wants to know, since we are all from the lower realm, why is it that others can so easily embark on the path of cultivation in this world?"
"It even reaches the legendary Blood-Moving Realm."
At this point, Chen Xin paused, then said with a hint of bitterness:
"But this old servant has to endure the torment of having his bones shattered and his marrow cleansed, and only after surviving a near-death experience can he barely draw qi into his body?"
"This old servant is foolish and dull, and hopes that the immortal master will give me guidance."
After saying this, Chen Xin kowtowed heavily, not daring to say another word.
Upon hearing Chen Xin's question, Li Qingxuan and his junior brother exchanged a glance.
The two were taken aback at first, then revealed a very strange smile.
"Hehe, so that's what you're worried about."
Li Qingxuan turned around and looked down at Chen Xin, his gaze as if he were looking at an ignorant child.
"Old servant, what do you think cultivation is?"
"Is it true that once you come into this world, you can instantly ascend to heaven?"
"Ha, how could the path of cultivation be so easy?"
"Especially for people like you who have already been poisoned by the laws of the lower realm, it is even more difficult to break through and enter the true path of cultivation."
At this point, Li Qingxuan paused for a moment before continuing, "As for the person you mentioned, he must have been guided by a master or had a fortuitous encounter."
"Otherwise, it wouldn't be this simple."
"Not to mention easily reversing the situation and directly reaching the point of blood transfusion."
"Such methods would probably require at least a sect leader-level being to implement."
"As for you, old servant, there's no need for such extravagant hopes."
...
Meanwhile, on the other side...
The Upper Realm, one of the three thousand Dao Provinces, is Ling Province.
Bailu Academy, outer courtyard martial arts training ground.
This is a renowned holy site of enlightenment in Lingzhou. Although it is not as lofty as the Primordial Celestial Court, it still has its own unique celestial atmosphere.
It was early morning, and the rosy dawn illuminated the huge enlightenment stones on the training ground, making them shine brightly.
Suddenly, a loud bang was heard, and the sky, which had been as ordinary as ever, suddenly cracked open without any warning.
Immediately afterwards, a golden light fell like a meteor, crashing heavily onto the grass at the edge of the training ground.
Originally, according to Yu Xiaogang's plan, he should have landed with his hands behind his back and his clothes fluttering in the wind.
Then, with those wise eyes, he surveyed the entire audience, accepting their admiration.
However, imagination is beautiful, but reality is cruel.
"Bang!!!"
As the golden light dissipated, the moment Yu Xiaogang's feet touched the ground, an incredibly terrifying gravity crashed down upon him like Mount Tai!
In just one exchange, Yu Xiaogang felt a series of cracking sounds emanating from all the bones in his body.
He couldn't even maintain his pose for a second before he landed face down with a smack, limbs outstretched, like a flattened toad stuck to the ground.
"Oh no!"
Yu Xiaogang struggled, trying to open his mouth wide to breathe, but found that the air here was as heavy as mercury.
Not to mention standing up, even moving a finger requires all my strength.
At this moment, not far away, an elderly man with white hair and beard was leading dozens of children, only five or six years old, in their morning exercise.
Although the children were young, they were all full of energy, with rosy cheeks, and each punch they threw created a whistling sound.
"To reach the Blood Realm, one must draw upon the essence of heaven and earth to cleanse the flesh and blood..."
The old man was giving earnest advice:
"Remember, do not be greedy for quick success and act rashly. You must carefully comprehend the mysteries of the bone script and inscribe the runes into your flesh and blood before you can possess the power to move mountains and fill seas."
As they were talking, the white-haired instructor who was teaching many children how to cultivate true meaning also heard the commotion coming from behind.
He hesitated for a moment, then stood up, frowned, and walked over.
"Huh?"
"Where did this weirdo come from?"
Looking at the middle-aged honey badger on the ground, dressed in strange clothes, wriggling like an insect and foaming at the mouth, a hint of doubt flashed in the white-haired instructor's eyes.
"mortal?"
"No, there seems to be a faint and strange energy fluctuation within my body..."
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