Chapter Ten: The Initial Descent from Sword Peak

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  Sword Peak, Purple Bamboo Forest.

  Here, purple air rises, spiritual creek flows gently, radiant light shines brightly, it is a piece of immortal's pure land.

  The air is filled with astonishing spirituality, the spirit bird alights on the bamboo, the strange beast holds water in its mouth, and the mist is like silk, floating above the spiritual stream.

  In a grove of purple bamboo, a faint golden divine light flashed, and a purple-golden Dao sword slowly drew out one rounded trajectory after another, as if imbued with an extraordinary divine aura.

  Bamboo leaves stir, like a small purple sword, condensing into a purple sea of swords, moving with the sword's edge, vaguely, with a hint of sharpness and killing intent.

  Suddenly, in this purple sword sea, a long sword hum sounded, and immediately, a green figure emerged, and the countless bamboo leaves transformed into countless purple awns shooting out in all directions.

  Hmph!

  Pfft——

  The bamboo leaves sank into the spiritual soil, revealing half an inch of length, and condensed into a round Taiji shape around the green figure.

  He let out a light breath, with a faint white mist escaping with his nasal breathing, the soft golden divine light around him dissipating. A smile appeared on Qi Tian's face, his expression neither joyful nor sorrowful.

  "It's been a month, and with the initial one-sided Daoist path, I've already opened up sixteen Daoist paths. A lot of worldly dust has also been washed away from my body, making it much purer than before. I can feel the power stored within my flesh."

  "With a murmur, he slightly furrowed his brow: 'Although my physical body has become much purer and my mental state has improved somewhat, the progress of Taiji Sword is not fast. Master didn't teach me any moves at first because he didn't want me to be restricted, so I could comprehend the true meaning of Taiji Sword. Taiji means born from nothingness. In the past month, I've studied many sword techniques in the Cangjing Pavilion, but what exactly is the true meaning of Taiji Sword?'"

  Qitian shook his head and sighed: "Unfortunately, my cultivation is not enough, I don't have the qualifications to touch the Xian Dao sword mantra, otherwise I could learn from it."

  Despite this, Qitian felt satisfied. In just one month's time, he had undergone a transformation that was like turning the world upside down. In this blessed land of immortals, he had set foot on the path to becoming an immortal and had hopes of attaining eternal life. If it were in the past, it would have been unimaginable. The traces of immortals had already disappeared and were hard to reappear, but in this world, not only did they reappear, he also personally stepped into them.

  Why did the Sword Immortal have to bear the heavenly punishment? Qi Tian felt that it was not simple, and the appearance of the sword tomb at the beginning seemed to be calculated.

  Deep in thought, his mind seemed to be sinking deeper into it, but suddenly he woke up with a start and couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat. Just now, he seemed to have been possessed by some kind of evil spirit.

  After cultivating the sword classics and entering the immortal path, one needs to have a pure mind. Some things, if indulged in too deeply, can easily give rise to demonic obstacles. According to Yun Fei's words, they are already people on the immortal path and cannot have too many worldly thoughts. If their thoughts are impure, it is easy to give rise to demonic obstacles. Once demonic obstacles arise, minor cases may lead to madness, while severe cases may result in complete loss of cultivation. Only those with profound spiritual states can barely control them.

  The purple bamboo sword returned to its scabbard, and he stood still with his heart and breath condensed. After counting his breaths, he let out a soft shout.

  "Heaven and earth have no bounds, Qiankun borrows the law, the five elements of gold spirit, gather swords out of the scabbard!"

  In an instant, a faint golden divine light flashed at the tip of his finger, and with a pointing gesture, a sword was formed, shooting out a meter-long faint golden divine sword that shot towards a human-head-sized green stone.

  Pfft——

  The divine sword slashed down, splitting the bluestone in two. The ground was left with a groove several feet long, and spiritual water seeped out.

  Then, Qitian also performed a few of the limited Golden Dao techniques he had mastered. The others were not yet cultivated to the point where they could be used.

  At the beginning, Qitian was worried that the aura would not be able to cast spells, but after trying it out, he found that there was no problem and could cast smoothly. However, he always felt that his casting of spells was different from Yunfei's, but he couldn't compare with Yunfei because their cultivation levels were too far apart. Moreover, the existence of the aura was somewhat mysterious, and he didn't dare to reveal it easily, thinking that it had a great relationship with Jianzhong, possibly touching on his path of return.

  Kneeling and sitting, Qitian restored his vital energy with the sword technique. After absorbing all the golden spiritual energy, his vital energy returned to the thickness of a small finger. At this time, in Qitian's dantian, a faint golden light flashed back and forth, shuttling between the sixteen directions of the acupuncture points, like a sword aura spanning the vast sky, vaguely revealing a hint of sharpness.

  Before long, Yun Fei came to look for him. A month passed, and Yun Fei had already recovered as before. His physical body became even more pure, and Qi Tian could smell a faint fragrance, like the scent of plants and trees, flawless and unblemished.

  At this moment, Yun Fei has infinitely approached the realm of Dao foundation perfection, and the mundane energy is about to disperse.

  "It's been a month, junior brother, come with me to Qingling Stone Threshold and exchange for some spirit stones and spiritual materials."

  He nodded in agreement, also wanting to see the Ling Stone. He had read about it in Jian Feng's notes, where it was said that the Ling Stone was formed from the spiritual energy of heaven and earth through the evolution of the Great Way. It contained spiritual energy that could be used by cultivators for breathing exercises and to improve their cultivation. There were three grades: upper, middle, and lower. The highest grade included the legendary Sacred Spirit Stone and Divine Spirit Stone, which had been passed down through ancient traditions and were said to be able to nurture precious treasures and spirit creatures. They were extremely valuable, and ordinary cultivators couldn't even see them.

  As the cloud flew, the two came to the depths of the purple bamboo forest. This was a place of misty atmosphere, with thick purple air that could not be opened, and rays of light shining through. There were hundreds of purple bamboos planted here, different from other purple bamboos. These hundreds of purple bamboos were all wrapped in purple mist, with the light falling like silk threads, covering these many purple bamboos. Each stem of purple bamboo had at least a hundred nodes, crystal clear and transparent, with purple liquid inside, emitting waves of spiritual fragrance.

  Behind, the purple bamboo sword was unsheathed, and with a single slash, five of the shortest purple bamboos were cut off. The bamboo liquid inside was scooped up with a jade gourd, leaving only ten bare purple bamboos behind.

  A hundred years of misty purple bamboo, with a spiritual nature, is the material for refining Taoist instruments, and only two people's three-product purple bamboo swords can cut it off. Even if the age has passed 200 years, even the purple bamboo sword cannot move.

  Two people carrying ten purple bamboo poles went down Sword Peak and headed for Qingling Stone Gate.

  "Qingyun Nine Veins, we are the only ones who have to go to Qingling Stone Temple ourselves. As for the other eight veins, which one doesn't have someone sent by Qingling Stone Temple every month? Those guys look down on us like dogs!"

  Yun Fei cursed all the way, obviously having been underestimated before and feeling resentful in his heart.

  He explained to Qitian that Jianfeng in Qingyun Sect had been declining since the half-sage Xuanjian Shangren sat and became a Buddha 5,000 years ago. In the past 5,000 years, no dragon gate half-sage was born again because the sword path is not close to ancient times, cultivation is difficult, and disciples are becoming increasingly scarce. By the 15th and 16th generations, it had almost become a single transmission. Qingyun Jiuma, Jianfeng's last seat, has made other eight vein masters quite dissatisfied, thinking that Jianfeng occupies a good place, not considering Xuanjian Shangren's former half-sage prestige, as the pinnacle of Qingyun, Jianfeng's lineage is very difficult to continue.

  Despite this, the Jianfeng Sect is now in a precarious situation. In the Qingyun Sect, everyone can be deceived, and even to receive spiritual stones, one has to go personally and suffer humiliation.

  Qitian fell silent as he listened to Yunfei's account, his heart growing increasingly heavy. It seemed that Jianfeng was indeed not well-received within the Qingyun Sect at present.

  Two people descended from Jianfeng and headed west. Although they had been in the sect for a month, walking through Qingyun Sect again still left Qitian shaken.

  On their way to the Qingling Stone Gate, the two of them encountered some young disciples from the Eight Veins Sect. Each and every one of them had a crystal clear body with a fragrance emanating from them, clearly all of them were at the boundary of completing their foundation in the Dao. These people pointed and whispered to each other as they looked at Qi Tian and his companion, the disdain in their eyes obvious.

  The path of sword cultivation is originally difficult. The foundation of the Tao is to open up 108 meridians, and for those with similar physical qualities, the time consumed is almost twice that of the Fa Dao Xian Mo. Many disciples of the eight meridians who are not as physically gifted as Yun Fei have cultivation that surpasses his by a few levels. At this moment, seeing the two set out, personally carrying the purple bamboo, it has become a joke.

  "Get out!"

  Often, young Taoists would block the road and exchange a few jokes. Yun Fei's mouth was broken by anger and scolding, but these people didn't mind, only laughing even more, and then they let them pass. (New book period, asking for recommendation votes, asking for collection!)