Chapter Twenty-Four: Innate Sword Body

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  Jianmen Great Hall

  The central area of several zhangs of bluestone ground was turned into powder, a ditch was cut off from the middle, and two figures stood on both ends.

  Hmph!

  He spat out a mouthful of blood, and his face turned pale in an instant.

  "Junior Brother!"

  Yun Fei exclaimed in surprise, but unfortunately he was severely injured internally and could only sit cross-legged.

  Across from him, Wu Zheng stared blankly at Qi Tian. After a few breaths, he tilted his head and spat out a mouthful of blood, his face as pale as gold paper, before collapsing to the ground.

  "Wuzheng Shixiong!"

  Jian Ge's eyes were complex as he gazed at Ming Yang Dao Ren, and after a long silence, he finally took a deep breath and said: "Ming Jian Shidi, could it be that another congenital sword body will emerge from Sword Peak?"

  Without waiting for an answer, Ming Yang Dao Ren stood up, and Jin Ling Shi remained on the couch. In one step, he crossed over, taking Wu Zheng and the others with him, and disappeared into the Sword Pavilion.

  Pfft——

  He spat out another mouthful of backflowing blood, sat cross-legged with his hands on his knees, circulated the Sword Classic, and wanted to absorb the golden spiritual energy to nourish his physical body.

  Hearing a sigh, I don't know when, I clearly see the Taoist has already arrived by my side, one jade bottle was handed over, and another was thrown to Yun Fei.

  "I drank it."

  In the jade bottle, there is a thick and sticky bamboo liquid like condensed cream, with a strong grassy aroma overflowing with vitality. This kind of bamboo liquid can only be compared to the 500-year-old purple bamboo taken out by Mingjian Dao Ren before.

  Without saying a word, Qitian raised his head and drank the bamboo liquid down. The clear fragrance of the bamboo liquid dispersed as soon as it entered his mouth, dispersing into his limbs, bones, five viscera, and six bowels. The rich spiritual energy of the plants and trees nourished him, storing up powerful life essence.

  Half a time later, Qi Tian opened his eyes and stood up. He didn't speak but looked at Ming Jian Dao Ren.

  "Go ahead and ask whatever you want."

  The Taoist took out a wine gourd and drank several mouthfuls, the liquid flowing from the corners of his lips and wetting his Taoist robe.

  "What is this 'Pre-Heaven Sword Body' that Master Mingyang mentioned earlier?"

  Qitian opened his mouth, and he felt that the mystery of the air might be revealed.

  He got up, wiped the wine from his body, and saw that Daoist Ming had turned around, pointing to a statue at the top of the mountain. He said: "This is 5,000 years ago, my Sword Peak ancestor, Master Xuanjian. Master Xuanjian was comparable to the Half-Immortal of Longmen, and had already reached the pinnacle of swordsmanship, with a lifespan of over 1,000 years. However, Master Xuanjian did not live past 200 years old, and instead achieved enlightenment through meditation. Do you know why?"

  Qitian didn't speak, and Mingjian continued: "He was struck by lightning and killed when he broke through the Sword Infant Boundary, his three souls and seven spirits were scattered. At the time of his sitting meditation, he was 186 years old."

  Thunderbolt!

  Zi Tian furrowed his brow, this seemed a bit far-fetched, he had never experienced a thunder tribulation before, only having seen some ordinary lightning fire.

  At this time, Mingjian Daoren looked at Qitian, and for the first time, a hint of divine light flashed in his eyes. This divine light was warm and gentle, but Qitian could feel the terrifying edge within it, an edge that was hidden in the eyes, capable of killing without leaving a trace.

  "The way of the sword is difficult to repair in modern times, and it's said that it has reached a state similar to the ancient era. However, when the ancestor of the Mystic Sword sect first appeared, he was already as powerful as you are today, or even more terrifying. He broke through the ancient heavenly punishment and restored the glory of the ancient sword path, allowing him to transcend realms and slaughter his way up. My Qingyun Sect, 5,000 years ago, was also at its peak, with a reputation that rivaled those of the Heavenly Palace-level Daoist sects, despite not having any True Immortals. No one dared to deceive us. And just like the ancestor of the Mystic Sword sect, several others have appeared in modern times, on this vast and ancient land. These individuals are known as the Pre-Heavenly Sword Bodies, said to possess the Pre-Heavenly Sword Energy, a thing that no longer exists in modern sword cultivation."

  Congenital Sword Qi!

  Zhī Tiān's heart skipped a beat. If what Ming Jian Dao Ren said was true, then the thing that had been dormant in his dantian, replacing his spiritual energy, was indeed the First Heaven Sword Qi.

  No wonder, it was the fierce fire seal that even Yun Fei's sword energy couldn't break through, yet he cut it open with one sword. Although he borrowed the power of the golden spring descending from the heavens during the breakthrough moment, reversing the situation and turning the tables was an undeniable fact.

  "You must be prepared," Ming Jian said, looking at him with a serious tone. "Whether it's the Innate Sword Body or the Innate Sword Qi, both are difficult to contain in this era. Every time you break through a realm, there will be heavenly thunder descending upon you. In the past, even the Ancestral Master of the Mystic Sword was killed by the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder. The power of the heavenly thunder is a punishment from the Dao, and its danger is impossible to estimate."

  "Master, is there really no way to avoid it?"

  Yun Fei woke up with a worried look on his face. Even the master of the Xuanjian Sect couldn't withstand the tribulation of thunder, and Qi Tian's situation was precarious.

  Ming Jian saw the Taoist shake his head and say, "The Xiantian Sword Body is a rare occurrence in recent ancient times. My Qingyun Sect occupies two of them, but the Xiantian Sword Body is too mysterious and cannot be measured. Before the Xuanjian Upper Person's sitting meditation, he only left behind an indestructible sword body, which was stored in the Cangjing Pavilion. According to the records of our predecessors, the Xuanjian Upper Person once said that the Xiantian Sword Qi is the foundation of the sword body. To cultivate the sword body, one must first cultivate the sword qi, which requires consuming a large amount of spiritual stones. If you want to achieve true humanity and condense the sword infant, it is impossible without sacred spiritual stones. Therefore, since ancient times, those who have achieved the Xiantian Sword Body either died under the tribulation of thunder or did not have enough spiritual stones and sat in meditation until their lifespan was exhausted, like the Xuanjian Ancestor, who can be considered the number one person of the ancient wilderness."

  He was silent, he didn't think that his current situation would be so worrying. With his cultivation speed, within half a year at most, he could transform his sword energy and condense his sword embryo. According to the notes of the seniors in the Cang Jing Pavilion, those with average talent and single-body physique would not exceed five years, but he could definitely condense his sword embryo within one year. At that time, there would be a thunderbolt tribulation coming down to earth, which would send him back to his original form.

  Sword Tomb, Innate Sword Qi, Innate Sword Body!

  This is somewhat unbelievable, but Qitian knew that this was absolutely no joke.

  "Junior brother, don't worry, senior brother will definitely help you find the spiritual stone. Even if there's a tribulation of thunder, senior brother will accompany you through it!"

  Gritting his teeth, Yun Fei exerted himself to prop up his body and came to Qi Tian's side. He patted Qi Tian's shoulder and took the wine gourd from Ziming's hand, taking a swig.

  "Junior brother, back in the Savage Mountain Range, it was always you who made the first move. It's just a matter of time before you unleash your true power again. Since you can revive the ancient sword path, give me one strike to break through it! Damn it, I didn't believe in fate either when I came here seeking immortality and enlightenment. Who is really believing in fate? We're all just seeking eternal carefree life."

  Ming Jian Dao Ren gave him a glance, snatched the wine gourd, and coldly hummed: "You speak so lightly, just relying on you, the first thunder tribulation will turn you into flying ash."

  After a moment of contemplation, Mingjian Daoist said again: "Follow me!"

  His heart and spirit were somewhat disordered. Although he had once perused the Taoist scriptures and refined his mental state, between life and death, there was still fear.

  The name of the Celestial Punishment is truly too frightening, the ancient sword path's punishment, condensed onto one person's body, even if it's a peerless expert, cannot withstand it, and has not yet reached that level of mental state.

  Scripture Library

  At the end of the road, there was a Taoist statue. The statue was still Xuanjian Shangren. At this moment, Qitian looked again and carefully sensed it. Finally, he sensed a hint of aura that was no different from his own. This aura was pure and flawless, with a kind of perfection that made him realize.

  Ming Jian Dao Ren bowed his body and said, "Junior fellow disciple, the 15th generation successor Ming Jian, disturbs the ancestor's rest, please forgive me!"

  After finishing speaking, Ming Jian Dao Ren pointed his sword and moved it slightly. A purple sword light broke into the Taoist's brow, causing the surrounding void to distort instantly, revealing a jade gate that was one zhang high.

  The jade gate opens, and the Taoist leads the way inside.

  "Six hundred year old silver ginseng, thousand year old golden ginseng, nine leaf purple ganoderma, what is this, thousand year bamboo liquid!"

  Yun Fei exclaimed in surprise, and with a glance, he saw that within the crystal palace, which was about ten feet square, half of it was filled with spiritual soil, where many precious spiritual herbs were growing. The other half of the palace was filled with various rare materials, some of which Yun Fei could recognize, while others he did not know, but their auras were all extraordinary, and some even made Yun Fei feel palpitations.

  No one noticed these things, and Qitian's gaze was all concentrated on a corner of the Jade Palace.

  It was a skeleton, but despite being just a skeleton, it flowed with a layer of golden light. Every single bone was sharp and flawless, and even the solidified golden marrow could be seen. Just one glance from Qitian made him feel like his eyes were being pierced by the sharpness, making it hard to look directly at it.