Chapter Ten Su Bai

  Early morning white fog is like a thin gauze, quietly surrounding the mountain top. A few dew drops fall from the green leaves and seep into the ground.

  On the mountain top, a young man in white sat cross-legged, floating above the dust, surrounded by clouds and mist, like an immortal.

  A young man lies horizontally on his knees with a long sword, its blade silver white, somewhat similar to the clouds and fog.

  This person is facing the immortal sword, inhaling and exhaling true energy, using his magical power to temper the immortal sword. This is indeed the traditional immortal sword's breathing technique.

  This man in his late twenties, dressed in white, is named Su Bai.

  A disciple of Kongming Xianshan with the highest qualifications, who deliberately suppresses his own cultivation, is steady and steady, and has a strong foundation. He is also the most concerned disciple.

  Ling Sheng stood behind Su Bai, his cultivation of the "Jian Qi Tong Xuan Pian" was a sharp golden energy, not a spiritual energy like morning dew or evening mist, so he wasn't cultivating at this time.

  It has been three days since the two of them met.

  For three days, Su Bai had only spoken three sentences with Ling Sheng.

  The first sentence is asking about Ling Sheng's identity, the second sentence is asking Ling Sheng to take care of the sword box, and the third sentence is asking Ling Sheng to follow him on the road.

  Apart from these three sentences spoken when meeting, there is no redundant word.

  Ling Sheng himself was also a very proud person and naturally would not take the initiative to talk to him, so the two of them walked in silence for three days.

  For three days, Ling Sheng had never been concerned about Su Bai's mentality, but he also vaguely understood a little.

  Su Bai's temperament is ethereal and refined, as if he were a banished immortal. He regards himself as a divine being among mortals, looking down on others as ants, lofty and detached, as if standing above the clouds, gazing down at the multitude.

  In his eyes, Ling Sheng was nothing more than an insignificant ant-like figure. Moreover, as a sword slave who had been holding the sword box for so long, he would inevitably die from being invaded by the immortal sword's aura.

  How can a person like an immortal talk with an ant?

  Ling Sheng didn't mind, every day apart from practicing the "Sword Energy Transmission Chapter", he was thinking hard in his mind about the means of fighting after tomorrow, and even so, he still felt that there wasn't enough time each day, let alone having spare time to chat with others, not to mention wasting energy trying to guess people's minds.

  This place was just a large mountain that Su Bai had found, with clouds and mist swirling around it, making it an ideal place for cultivation. So he cultivated at the summit of the mountain for one night.

  The two of them rushed on their journey for three days, and the distance from the Divine Wind Manor was no longer far.

  Su Bai took a slight breath in, and a wisp of air was swallowed into his abdomen. He then slowly retracted his energy, saying softly: "Withdraw!"

  The sword on his knee danced in the wind and flew up by itself, falling into Ling Sheng's scabbard beside him, sinking into the medicinal liquid inside.

  The liquid medicine in the sword sheath was crystal clear and sparkling, which was refined from countless medicinal materials. Moreover, Su Bai put in a large amount of medicinal materials every day, including some hundred-year-old medicines, which made Ling Sheng feel heartbroken.

  The holy sword has gradually gained the ability to absorb medicinal liquids, and apart from true energy inhalation and exhalation, it must be nurtured by soaking in medicinal liquids.

  Cultivating the Immortal Sword requires the consumption of countless medicinal materials, with at least two stalks of spiritual medicine per day. If less, it would take eighty years; if more, several hundred years. Accumulating over decades, the expenditure is enormous, a truly astronomical sum. Even ordinary sects would exhaust their entire strength and still might not be able to bear such consumption.

  It was precisely because of the full support and cultivation of Kong Ming Xian Shan that such a character who practiced the immortal sword came into being.

  "I've been doing odd jobs on Mount Xuanyuan for a long time, working 8 hours out of the 12-hour day. I'm exhausted to death just to get a chance to read some books, and I don't even have the qualifications to read the cultivation manuals. But this guy is being nurtured by the sect with all their might, fed spiritual medicine every day to nourish his sword, not to mention other benefits...this kind of treatment..."

  Ling Sheng gazed at the full box of medicinal liquid, thinking to himself: "If I were to distribute these medicinal liquids among the outer sect disciples, at least ten of them would be able to borrow the power of the medicine to step into the threshold of cultivation and achieve true energy."

  Innumerable resources, enough to nurture thousands of people, yet piled up on just one person.

  This cultivation is one of the foundations of a true disciple of the Great School, and together with the skills and techniques, it is far superior to the reliance on external scattered people.

  Su Bai calmly and quietly got up, and walked down the mountain.

  From start to finish, not a word was spoken.

  Because he didn't bother to speak up.

  Ling Sheng sheathed his sword and held it in his hands as he descended the mountain.

  The road was rugged, but the liquid in the scabbard didn't spill a single drop. The seam of the scabbard remained dry, indicating that the liquid had not leaked out.

  ……

  Su Bai's footsteps were light and effortless, the road beneath his feet was covered with thorns and rocks like sharp needles, rugged and uneven, but he passed through it like a gentle breeze, without being hindered in the slightest.

  That sword slave behind him actually followed along as well.

  For some reason, Su Bai's suppressed murderous intent suddenly rose up again.

  At their first meeting, Su Bai's calm and peaceful dao heart was suddenly filled with an inexplicable murderous intent, and he immediately wanted to take action and kill this person, but ultimately suppressed it.

  This little man named Ling Sheng, in his eyes, was like a lump of pig iron, but far from being a sharp tool. However, if this lump of pig iron were to be forged, it might not necessarily become a sharp tool.

  If only potential is not small, it will also not arouse Su Bai's killing intent. After all, Su Bai's talent is not inferior to anyone in the world.

  This sword slave named Ling Sheng actually has a sharp aura, although it's just the beginning. He had seen such a sharp aura on someone named Gu Tingqiu before, but Gu Tingqiu's aura seemed to pierce through the sky and tear apart the universe. The sharp aura on Ling Sheng's body is not yet mature.

  Gǔ Tíng Qiū, from the number one sect in the world, Taibai Sword Sect, with a noble and unyielding spirit, is considered one of the top figures among the younger generation!

  Even Su Bai, who was self-satisfied, couldn't help but regard this person as his arch-nemesis for life! As for others, when he made a sudden breakthrough and shocked the world with his accumulated strength, who could be mentioned in the same breath as him except Gu Tingyu?

  Why does such an insignificant person have such sharp spirit?

  If I were to kill him on the spot, wouldn't it prove that I have a frightened heart?

  Su Bai's face turned slightly gloomy.

  ……

  Shenfeng Manor, located on Cuixi Peak, is a sacred place in the eyes of ordinary people in the martial arts world.

  It is said that the master of Shenfeng Village has already had extremely deep martial arts attainments, and once cut off a willow tree as thick as a large leg with a single palm, and was revered by people as a god-like figure.

  Inside the mountain villa, masters are as numerous as clouds, like a dragon's lair and a tiger's den.

  This is merely for secular masters.

  Just half a time ago, Shén Fēng Mountain Villa sent out countless mournful howls, extremely sorrowful, spreading to the foot of the mountain, everyone's face changed color.

  Su Bai stood in the ruins of Shenfeng Mountain Villa, gazing out at the corpses scattered all over the ground, his face growing increasingly cold.

  "Was he one step ahead of others?" Ling Sheng secretly found it amusing in his heart.

  Suddenly, Ling Sheng saw a corpse on the ground that seemed quite familiar, and upon closer inspection, it turned out to be the person who had escaped from under the Empty Brightness Mountain.

  "I'd like to see who dares to destroy this Shengu Feng Mountain Villa before I, Su Bai, do!"

  Su's white eyebrows rose slightly, and with a flicker of thought, there was the sound of a sword being unsheathed.

  The sword flew out on its own and followed his finger to a point, cutting the already dead God Wind Manor owner into seven or eight pieces, with blood splashing everywhere and internal organs scattered all over the ground.

  Then Su Bai was like a gust of wind, lightly floating out, with the immortal sword swirling around her body, resembling a white dragon.

  Ling Sheng gazed at the corpse of the Shenfeng Manor master, which had been mutilated into eight pieces by someone venting their anger. He muttered to himself in a low voice, "Mutilating the corpse to vent one's anger... this guy seems to have truly gotten angry?"