Chapter 101: The Sword Chart of Exterminating Immortals · Enlightenment

  "This kid, really beyond my expectations! I originally thought he had enough strength to escape from the joint attack of the three Void Realm cultivators. Who would have thought that he played it so thoroughly!" Li Yuanhua laughed and said, "This is really not quite normal!"

  "It's precisely because it's not normal. That's why I'm a bit worried!" said Lingga Shangren.

  "Master's senior brother, this kid has been hiding something from us. This is undeniable. But it's better not to dig deeper into such things. After all, he is Master Mo's disciple. Although Master Mo isn't famous..."

  "I knew it, which is why I asked you to come here today. Give him the sword chart!"

  "What? You brought me here to give him the map of the sword land?" Li Yuanhua stopped in his tracks "Isn't it a bit too rushed?!"

  "Hmph!" Ling Ga's eyes narrowed and he viciously trampled on the wild grass by the roadside, as if it had offended him. "Wait a bit longer, maybe this kid won't be able to hold back his innate Purple Qi and will rush to the 11th layer. By then, the Purple Qi will have taken shape and it'll be too late to cultivate. Don't forget what happened at Emei, one Xianya pill almost made him lose control!"

  Li Yuanhua burst out laughing. "This is also something I've never heard of, that someone ate a fairy apricot and got a bad stomach! That son of a bitch must have been hated to the bone! Hahaha!"

  Laughter echoes in the wild path of Luofu. Endless as the night owl's cry, startling the birds in the forest into flight.

  "Don't laugh and go - wait a minute!" Just as Ling Jia was about to pull Li Yuanhua away, she suddenly froze. She stood there blankly, her eyes revealing a hint of confusion.

  "Big Brother Master, how...!"

  "What's wrong" three words also didn't say everything and then he and Ling Jia Shang Ren were stunned there too.

  Sword Energy

  A sharp and unmatched sword aura was also a strange and unparalleled sword aura coming from the front.

  About three miles in that direction. It was exactly where Kong Zhan lived, a small courtyard with a single gate.

  Kong Zhan was lying on the stone table in the courtyard, his chin resting on the surface of the table, his hands hanging down naturally, and a hint of puzzlement on his face. He seemed to be thinking about something.

  Not thinking but deep in thought.

  At this time, what appeared in his mind was that sword light that shot from the sky after the Dragon Platform competition.

  Like a divine brush stroke, the black sword light carried an unmatched killing intent and a decisive single sword pierced through the heart.

  That atmosphere, that sword's momentum is unmatched

  Softly placed on the stone table, the 108 styles of Tai Huang Xuan Yue Sword flashed one by one in his mind. At first, it was very fast. Then, it got faster and faster. Gradually, the moves changed from the original 108 styles to 81 styles, then to 36 styles, and finally to 18 styles. The sword moves slowed down again, and the innate purple energy inside him slowly circulated without his notice.

  Body. Still hasn't moved.

  However, as the number of sword styles in his mind decreased and became more profound, the innate purple energy began to flow along a more rugged route than before. As it flowed, his body began to emit a faint purple glow, but he was completely unaware of it.

  The number of sword styles in his mind is getting smaller and smaller, now it has already been reduced to six.

  Six Forms. Condensing 108 forms into six forms.

  The speed then slowed down to six styles. Became five styles. Took an hour. Five styles turned into four styles. Took three hours and four styles turned into three styles. Then it took a total of five hours.

  At this time, Li Yuanhua and Ling Jia Shangren were already standing at the gate of his small courtyard. Looking at the stone table, his body was emitting a more and more intense purple light, as if he had understood something. Without saying a word, he quietly waited.

  Three styles. Turned into two styles. Ten periods of time.

  Then. Twenty more hours passed.

  Two formulas. Finally synthesized into one formula.

  Kong Zhuan's eyes, which had been somewhat dazed, gradually regained their luster. He saw the two people standing at the gate of the courtyard, who had been standing there for three days and three nights. He was very puzzled and wanted to say something, but he discovered that the innate purple energy in his body was about to erupt. As soon as he moved, it would probably burst out, and at the same time, the final move of the 108-style Taihuang Xuan Yue Sword that had been flashing in his mind also began to flash continuously.

  Purple light flashed. Kong Zhuo couldn't care about the two elders standing in front of the courtyard gate anymore. In his mind: If he didn't release the pre-heavenly purple energy, his body would probably explode.

  His body suddenly lifted up from a prone position, his right hand's index and middle fingers naturally formed a sword shape. His body moved slightly as a long whistle flashed out a purple sword light with golden flames from his fingertips.

  Lingga Shangren and Li Yuanhua both took a step back.

  "A dragon!" Li Yuanhua shouted. "Go to hell you little turtle egg - Longwu!"

  The weather is gloomy with some gusts of wind.

  All of Luo Fu's disciples and elders stared blankly at the dragon rushing tirelessly across the sky.

  "A dragon's roar!" Ling Jia sighed, his eyes flashing with complex emotions. "One hundred and eight styles of the Taohuaxuan Sword combined into one style, you used 180 years to master it. I used 120 years, Mo Shidi used 50 years... this kid only took five days——!"

  At this point, Ling Jia didn't even know what tone he had used. He turned his head to look at Li Yuanhua, who was already somewhat "flustered". "Younger brother, if we don't give him the sword chart, then who should we give it to?"

  "Damn it!" Li Yuanhua muttered to himself, "Just give it to him, what's it to me?" He said, flinging his sleeve with a huff, carrying a belly full of resentment. He turned and left.

  Ling Ga Shangren smiled bitterly and shook his head. He strolled into the small courtyard, stood with his hands behind his back, and gazed at Kong Zhan's uninhibited flight in the sky. He let out a soft sigh. Standing quietly in the courtyard, he seemed to be lost in thought, and for a moment, he was slightly dazed.

  "Master Shibo, you've arrived!"

  Ling Jia was called back from his contemplation by this voice. He looked up to see Kong Zhuo standing in front of him, still with the same gentle and auspicious appearance, but this time behind that warm appearance seemed to be a sharp and fierce aura, like an unsheathed long sword with its blade exposed. If it were someone with shallower cultivation, under the pressure of this fierce aura, they would collapse without Kong Zhuo even needing to make a move.

  "How does it feel to have just formed the Sword Origin?" Ling Jia asked.

  "There are still many difficulties. I want to ask Master Shibo for guidance!" Kong Zuo said, raising his head and looking around, feeling a bit strange that earlier he had clearly seen Ling Jia Shangren and Li Yuanhua both here, but now only Ling Jia Shangren was left alone. Where did Li Yuanhua go?

  "He was given the air by you!" Ling Jia Shangren looked at Kong Zhuo, his eyes seemed to understand what he was looking for, and he appeared somewhat helpless. "Let's go in and talk."

  "Yes!"

  He entered the house. Kong Zhuo first let Ling Ga Shang Ren sit down and then went to prepare tea. Unexpectedly, there was no hot water in the house. He had to boil some. It took him half a day to finally get everything ready. Ling Ga Shang Ren didn't stop him, just watched as Kong Zhuo quickly fetched water, boiled it, and made tea. He really couldn't understand how someone like this could have such cultivation and enlightenment.

  She gently took the tea from Kong Zhuan and sipped it lightly. Putting down the cup, she stared at Kong Zhuan for a long time. Kong Zhuan had already become somewhat unnatural before opening his mouth. "Converting True Yuan into Sword Yuan is an extremely arduous and difficult process. To reach this step, I, Li Shibo, and your master all spent over a hundred years of effort. You completed it in less than five days, which truly astonished us!"

  He said that here, he saw Kong Zhuan seeming to want to open his mouth and smiled, shaking his hand. "Don't come up with that fake modesty stuff, you little brat is good at everything, it's just too hypocritical and worldly!"

  Kong Zan chuckled twice and lowered his head with a sincere expression of willingness to learn.

  "How does the dragon you just saw compare with the one on the Dragon Platform?"

  Kong Zhen was taken aback for a moment, then thought for a moment before answering. "It's incomparable. There's no way to compare it to anything else!"

  "It seems that you still have a good understanding of yourself." Ling Jia Shangren said with a smile. "How is it? Now running the true yuan doesn't feel natural, does it?"

  "The true yuan in the body has become fierce. It's like a knife that once runs, it will scrape through the meridians. Very troublesome!"

  "That's because your swordsmanship is still immature and hasn't reached a state of unity!" said Ling Jia Shangren.

  "Xuanyuan?!" This was the second time Kong Zhuang had heard this term today. "Master Shibo, what is Xuanyuan?"

  "Jianyuan is the inner power that our generation of sword immortals have cultivated to a certain level, through arduous comprehension and refinement. It is ultimately transformed from one's own true yuan, and is a more powerful internal force than true yuan!" Lingga Shangren said, "There are countless cultivation methods in the world, each with its own unique uses and differences. But only our sword cultivation has the strongest attacking power, relying solely on this Jianyuan!"

  Here to this. Ling Jia Shangren let out a light sigh, "But among the countless cultivators in this world, those who cultivate swords make up the majority, each claiming to be a Sword Immortal, and their sects are all called Sword Immortal Sects. But how many can truly comprehend the true meaning of being a Sword Immortal?"

  "Xianjian xianshen. Understand some cultivation methods. Holding a broken sword in hand isn't being a Xianjian? Joke. Even if your cultivation on Zhenyuan is higher, the momentum of your moves is greater, and your Yuanshen is more stable. If you don't comprehend this sword yuan, how can you be considered a Xianjian? At most, you're just a cultivator."

  Kong Zhan furrowed his brow and listened, "This matter of Sword Origin, it seems that I have never heard Master mention it before!"

  "He wouldn't mention your age, of course!" Ling Jia rolled her eyes. "Only when one's cultivation reaches the Void Realm can they transform their True Yuan into Sword Yuan. However, apart from the condition of having a Void Realm cultivation, there is another requirement - opportunity and comprehension power. Without extremely strong comprehension power and a certain amount of opportunity, even if your cultivation surpasses the Void Realm and reaches the Dao Realm, you won't have the chance to comprehend it beforehand. Even if you know all this, your cultivation isn't enough, and True Yuan can't be transformed into Sword Yuan. So, what your master told you is pointless, and will only distract you!"

  He said this and looked at Kong Zhuo. "You should know. But no one has ever thought that you would be such a monster!"

  Monster!

  Cold sweat slowly seeped out from him. There must be a reason for the abnormality. His cultivation had risen too quickly. Calling it abnormal was no longer enough to describe it. So, he was called a monster. An unknown entity.

  "What am I, an unknown object?!" Kong Zhan thought somewhat strangely and was about to say something. But then he saw that the monk Lingga took out a scroll from his sleeve and placed it on the edge of the table.

  "This thing, take it and see what I just said. The true yuan transforming into sword yuan is not only about cultivation, but also requires comprehension and opportunity. This volume of things is where my Luo Fu surpasses other sects!"

  He stood up and walked to the front of Kong Zhong, "You only have three days. Within three days, you can understand as much as your fate allows. I won't disturb you anymore. Take a good look!" He said, waiting for Kong Zhong to get up and see him off, then he left the small hut by himself.

  By the time Kong Zhuo reacted and stood up, Ling Jia had already disappeared without a trace.

  "What luck?!"

  Staring at the empty doorway. Kong Zhan muttered to himself and turned around to come to the table, picking up that somewhat worn-out scroll.

  This is a grayish-white scroll. I don't know what material it's made of, but it feels extremely soft and comfortable to the touch. Slowly unrolling it, it's not very big, just about the size of an ordinary painting scroll. Inside, there's something drawn that Kong Zhuo can't understand at first glance. There are only four large characters next to the painting, which make Kong Zhuo jump in surprise. The four seal script characters have extremely beautiful strokes. The brushwork conveys a sense of extreme extravagance and arrogance.

  "Annihilating Immortal Sword Diagram!" Kong Zhuo muttered the four large characters on the diagram. For a moment, he was actually drawn in by the majestic and unparalleled brushwork.

  Jade Sword Diagram

  Origin unknown

  Thousands of years ago, the founder of the Luofu Mountain Sect was just an ordinary cultivator who inadvertently obtained the Xianjian Sword Diagram. With a slight understanding, he opened up the Luofu sect, which lasted for thousands of years and eventually became one of the strongest sects in the cultivation world, but that's all.

  No one knows the origin of this sword chart, and no one can fully exert its function. In fact, since ancient times, only Luo Fu's leader and a small number of top figures in Luo Fu knew of the existence of this sword chart.

  And this sword diagram is effective only for these top-notch individuals as a kind of opportunity to use. Just meeting the sword.

  Those who can see this sword chart are naturally not ordinary people, their cultivation has reached a very high level. Therefore, they can always understand something from this mysterious chart, but what exactly is unclear. In the end, it's just a kind of profound and mysterious intuition. However, no matter who, after intuition, will have a qualitative leap in understanding and comprehension of swordsmanship. Among them, about 60% of people can soon understand the subtlety of the origin of the sword. These people are the backbone of Luo Fu.

  Jianyuan and zhenyuan differ by one word, yet are separated by a thousand miles.

  Of course, it's not that the true yuan is not as good as the sword yuan. The biggest difference between the two lies in their attacking power. It's like the difference between a wooden stick and a chopping knife, which is why there are sword immortals among cultivators. The attacking power of a sword immortal is the strongest, so to speak.

  It's just that as time passed, these cultivators thought that holding a sword in their hands was the best way to cultivate and that the sword was one of the best treasures for cultivation. That's why there are so many flying sword immortals now. Unfortunately, among them, only a few can truly be called sword cultivators.

  These idle ones will not be mentioned for the time being, let's talk about Kong Zhuan. His mind and spirit were gradually drawn into this sword chart. When Kong Zhuan came to his senses, he found that his consciousness had already entered a strange space. In the dark space, there was a strange aura floating around. Suddenly, four ancient swords appeared in front of him. The shape and texture of the four swords were simple and unadorned, with an antique flavor, yet they also exuded a sharp sword intent.

  Although they are all sharp and have sword intent, the four swords seem to have slightly different intents in subtle ways.

  The first sword. That is the one in front of Kong Zhan's eyes. The sword intent is the purest and most sharp. It seems to merge with Kong Zhan's newly comprehended sword origin as if they were one entity. Giving Kong Zhan an inexplicable attraction at a glance. Kong Zhan was somewhat unable to extricate himself.

  "It seems... my sword intent still has room for improvement. If I could scatter it like this, wouldn't it be better?!" As he pondered the sword intent emanating from the ancient sword, he recalled the difficulties of his recent epiphany and how to make it smooth and connected. Before he knew it, he seemed to have gained some insight, and with a collected mind, Kong Zhan shifted his attention to the second immortal sword by his side.

  "My goodness!" But he had only just noticed. Kong Zhuang immediately retracted his mind, this second sword was completely different from the first one, it was full of murderous and bloody aura, the killing intent was so strong that it exceeded Kong Zhuang's expectations. As soon as they touched, Kong Zhuang's sword energy burst out suddenly, as if wanting to slaughter all living things around him before feeling satisfied.

  It was just that. There was nothing around, so he didn't feel anything. But unexpectedly, at this moment, in the house where he was staying, a sword intent was raging wildly, filled with bloodthirsty and murderous intentions, shattering the entire small house into pieces, and also startling other inner door core disciples.

  "This is far from good!" The killing intent in his heart was barely suppressed. Kong Zhuo looked at the ancient sword with a lingering fear, and then withdrew his mind.

  "What about this third sword?!" He thought to himself as his heart and spirit lightly touched. Kong Zhuo slightly jumped in surprise.

  Extremely strange.

  Kong Zhan's mind and spirit were fundamentally unable to fully grasp the sword intent emitted by this sword. The profound and mysterious sword intent often flashed by in an instant, and when he tried to grasp it again, it became elusive and vague.

  "The sword can be used like this!" Kong Zhan exclaimed in his heart, the sword intent emanating from this sword perfectly matched his despicable and petty mindset. Although this cunning and unpredictable sword intent was difficult to grasp, Kong Zhan still patiently comprehended it until he had a basic understanding of it. Only when he had fully grasped this truly cunning sword intent did he stop.

  Then comes the fourth sword.

  This sword emits a desperate and extreme aura that makes Kong Yan very uncomfortable. Desperate, cold, and ruthless. This is not the kind of atmosphere Kong Yan likes. Yet, it also makes people feel an irresistible desire to indulge in it, as if they can obtain some kind of perverted pleasure from this desperate sword intent.

  "Ah——!" He let out a long sigh and pulled his mind out of that desperate emotional state. Kong Zhuo was extremely suspicious. If he continued to comprehend like this, would he immediately take his own life after fully grasping the sword intent? The possibility wasn't great, but it wasn't nonexistent either.

  "These four swords are indeed strange. I don't know which son of a bitch left..."

  This slightly irreverent idea had just flashed out a powerful force that came from all directions, pressing him down before he could even react. At the same time, an extremely mournful and unmatched sword intent was born in the void. A cold hum pierced his brain.

  The primordial spirit was directly propelled forward, standing beside the table with his body and sword intent. "Ah

  Kong Zhuo let out a strange cry as his standing body suddenly shook violently. The cold and fierce sword intent poured into his body along with his primordial spirit, rapidly destroying his physical form. Although Kong Zhuo had cultivated the specialized physique-cultivating technique of the Wu Men school, the True Sun Fire that tempered his body, it still couldn't withstand the sword intent. His skeletal system began to creak and crack, visible through internal vision as fine cracks appeared in what he thought was an unshakeable, godly physique. His meridians also burst forth, and the newly formed Sword Origin within him was suppressed and guided by the sword intent, causing it to backlash against his own body. Kong Zhuo's body could no longer withstand such pressure, and blood spurted out violently.

  Ling Jia Shangren and Li Yuanhua, who were standing beside him at some point, were already stunned. Looking at Kong Zhan standing there, his eyes were lifeless, the Xianjian Sword Diagram emitted a burst of aura, enveloping Kong Zhan entirely in the aura.

  Three days have already passed.

  In fact, thirty days have already passed.

  Twenty or so days ago, Kong Zhuan did not return the sword chart as Ling Jia Shangren had said. He felt very strange. When he arrived at Kong Zhuan's small hut, he found him standing in front of the Xian Jian Tu, meditating with a mysterious spiritual connection between him and the Xian Jian Tu. So he waited here. As a result, this wait became endless.

  And on the tenth day, Kong Zhuan's body emitted an extremely strong and eerie sword aura that shattered everything around him into fragments. If he and Li Yuanhua hadn't hidden quickly, they would have been severely injured. This was tolerable, but what happened next made them realize that Kong Zhuan's comprehension of the sword had reached a critical moment, so they didn't dare disturb him again. They set up a seal around Kong Zhuan and sent away all the inner sect core disciples who came to see what was happening. After waiting for another ten or more days, Kong Zhuan finally reacted, but his reaction scared them off.

  Kong Zhan is a fatty. Generally speaking, people like him with a brain full of fat should have good skin, very moist. But now the skin on his body quickly became dry and withered, finally turning into a dull grayish-white color, slowly starting to crack and bleed. In an instant, blood spurted out not only from his mouth but also from his nose, ears, eyes, and every pore all over his body. The entire room was shrouded in a bloody mist.

  When the two wanted to grab him, Kong Zhui's body suddenly bounced back as soon as their hands touched him. Kong Zhui was like a porcupine. With just a light touch of his fingers, a strange and powerful sword intent slashed open a mouthful.

  The two men's faces changed at the same time. Their hands clasped together in a seal. Across the air, they pressed down on Kong Zhui's back.

  The next game was a miserable defeat.

  The two people's true yuan had just merged with their bodies when the sword intent that had invaded Kong Zhui's body was counterattacked and flew back out. At the same time, a muffled hum sounded, and he flew backward.

  Kong Zhan has given up hope.

  It was just at this time when despairing emotions were spreading that an opportunity also came.