Unknowingly, amidst the long-lasting palpitations of the soul, Chu Weiyang, in a state of forgetfulness, immersed himself in self-realization and refined the Spring Equinox Sword Intent with the essence of the five viscera furnace fire!
This sword, the only one among the Springtime Six Swords that nurtures the spirit, is also the sword of character!
It is his own spirit, his own character, the root of Chu Weiyang's journey through past lives and present!
At this moment, Chu Weiyang was still moved inexplicably by himself.
In the basket behind him, Steward Ma's eyes were almost popping out.
Although he understood that Chu Weiyang's way of cultivating the sword was different, the comprehension of one of the Six Righteous Sword Intents in such a casual manner still left Steward Ma with a kind of inexplicable astonishment.
At this moment, Steward Ma was gritting his teeth, torn between wanting to kill Chu Weiyang or himself, perhaps both!
Gradually calming his mind, Chu Weiyang slowly pushed open the door and entered the Zhai Feng Tower.
In a few not-so-spacious bedrooms, in the small central space the size of a sparrow, a few wooden chairs and a square table were plain and simple, without any embellishments, showing a simple and ancient style.
But just like this, looking around, Chu Weiyang felt a surge of emotion that made him want to cry.
But he held back.
After a long sigh, Chu Weiyang placed the basket in front of a wooden chair, and Steward Ma, with both hands on the edge of the basket, sat down on the chair absentmindedly.
At this moment, even Steward Ma's face was full of emotions.
His face was still pale, with long-lasting pain and complex unwillingness tormenting his heart and mind, but at this moment, sitting on the wooden chair, he seemed to have struggled out of some kind of mud with great difficulty.
At this moment, the two seemed to have a mutual understanding, as if they both showed a bit more of their true selves.
Turning slightly stiffly, Chu Weiyang headed towards one of the bedrooms, taking just a few simple steps.
However, Chu Weiyang staggered a few times, finally managing to grasp the door frame with difficulty.
"Rest."
It was unclear how many years had passed.
Perhaps Chu Weiyang had never thought that one day he would be able to have a peaceful sleep in this vast world.
The next day.
The sky was clear and the air was fresh.
Having slept deeply, Chu Weiyang felt relaxed all over his body.
With most of his mental defenses dissipated in one morning, his thoughts and emotions were more active than usual even the demonic energy was more active in his dreams.
Carefully sensing this, Chu Weiyang furrowed his brows.
Just one night of peaceful sleep had eroded his power even more severely.
In the midst of the electric light and stone fire, nameless resentment and anger surged to the top.
What kind of world was this! What unreasonable thieves of fate!
At this moment, he felt as if he was walking laboriously through a desert, suddenly grabbed by the hair and plunged into the water by someone.
Before Chu Weiyang could open his mouth to gulp down the water, he was violently pulled out of the water and then pressed into scorching hot sand and stones!
All the changes, all the twists and turns, seemed like fate's whimsical mockery.
There was no place for tenderness!
Opening the curtain, all that was revealed was the illusory appearance of sentient beings!
The bright red blood splashed over, in the sticky mess, were nothing but ghostly shapes.
This moment of anger made Chu Weiyang's heart chamber beat violently.
But soon, Chu Weiyang slowly suppressed this unnamed fire.
Taking out a Breakthrough Calamity Pill, Chu Weiyang swallowed it, then pinched a spirit stone under his tongue.
As the primordial energy flowed through the viscera channels, the last trace of restlessness after the anger dissipated.
He had enough anger stored in his heart, there was no need to add more.
The dangers in the wilderness were no less than those in the Demon-Sealing Cave.
Since fate had pulled Chu Weiyang back from a brief peace into this solemn and murderous world, the sense of crisis that had always been maintained subconsciously by Chu Weiyang kept him calm.
Only with enough calmness could he live longer.
Thinking of this, Chu Weiyang swallowed a spirit stone that had shrunk to the size of a fingertip in an instant, and got up to walk towards the hall.
What greeted Chu Weiyang was Steward Ma, with his eyes slightly bloodshot.
Over the course of one night, it seemed that a fire had ignited in Steward Ma's heart, and his thick lips were cracked.
He smiled awkwardly as well.
"Strange and strange, I only slept for an hour last night and was awakened by a nightmare. It felt like a big hand was dragging my soul straight into the eerie ghostly realm, and I was so panicked that I dared not close my eyes again, afraid that I would sleep to death..."
"Today, both you and I are unfortunate souls who cannot enjoy blessings."
"This world, makes no sense..."
When Yan Jianming saw Chu Weiyang again, separated by a barrier of spiritual light, he was quite surprised by Chu Weiyang's mental state.
Just three days without seeing each other, Chu Weiyang appeared even more disheveled, but only the obvious aura of his cultivation level made Yan Jianming suppress his doubts.
He had been to the River Source Market and naturally saw the people that Chu Weiyang had once killed, witnessing the anger intertwined with thunder and fire at the sword marks.
As the "transaction" continued, the more Yan Jianming tried to avoid angering Chu Weiyang.
In Yan Jianming's eyes, someone like Chu Weiyang was almost on the verge of madness.
He raised his hand and shook a palm-sized pouch shimmering with spiritual light.
"The pills, alchemy items, and spirit stones are all in the Qiankun Pouch."
"The matter we agreed on the day before yesterday, I reported it to the mountain, but it angered my mother. She scolded me for being shallow-minded, saying that Tingchang Mountain has not fallen to the point of haggling over such things, losing face for no reason. She said that just for this matter, she has tarnished her reputation for twenty or thirty years..."
"So, the previous agreement is no longer valid."
"I have brought fifty pots of Breakthrough Calamity Pills, forty-seven Dragon-Tiger Revival Pills, and the remaining stock from the Rejuvenation Pavilion in the River Mouth Market has been sold off. There are also spirit stones and alchemy items, I didn't count them, you can tally them up later."
"In any case, it far exceeds the original agreement."
"Take the pills you need, use the wealth as you wish, and after this, Tingchang Mountain will still be able to contact you. The support will not be cut off!"
"My mother said, this is the reward for protecting the people of Tingchang Mountain from robbery!"
"As for the Poison Scripture Cultivation Technique..."
As he spoke, Yan Jianming took out a small wooden box of forearm length, opened it, revealing a dark green jade slip inside.
Carved in ancient seal script on the jade slip were a series of large characters—
"Blue Bamboo Ancestor's Primordial Scripture of Concealing Poison and Controlling Spirits"
Holding the wooden box, Yan Jianming asked Chu Weiyang to carefully read the seal characters on the jade slip.
Only then did he speak.
"This 'Blue Bamboo Pill Scripture' was personally selected by my mother from the mountain's hidden scripture pavilion for you. Knowing that you were seeking a Poison Cultivation Technique, my mother felt that it was fate. By cultivating the five viscera and being born into the Demon Sect, you must have inherited the ancient scriptures of the Panwang Sect. This 'Blue Bamboo Pill Scripture' was lost from your esteemed sect over a hundred years ago and has been passed down since."
"Of course, it does not belong to the ancient scripture lineage. Blue Bamboo Ancestor was a prominent figure in your sect over five hundred years ago, proficient in both the Poison Path and the Beast Taming Path. In his later years, he created this scripture."
"To be honest, this scripture is not the highest-ranking Poison Path scripture in Tingchang Mountain, but it should be the most suitable scripture for you, a disciple of the Panwang Sect."
"My mother said that she obtained this scripture by chance many years ago, and now she is giving it to you, considering it a return to its rightful owner, completing a cause and effect that had been lost for a long time."
"I hope you remember these words."
Upon hearing this, Chu Weiyang accepted the Qiankun Pouch, then carefully held the jade slip.
"Many thanks to Elder Danxia, I have remembered all the words conveyed by the fellow daoist. If my cultivation reaches fruition in the future, I will surely repay the kindness!"
Upon hearing this, Yan Jianming just smiled politely and did not continue the conversation.
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