Three months ago
Chapter 69: Refining the Elite and Forging the Sword Intent
"If we consider this from the perspective of the Blood Fiend Path's cultivation philosophy, within this snake egg, the demonic vein belonging to the Bi Yun Hai Snake is the most profound, with the most solid foundation and the greatest potential! However, what truly commands admiration is still the determination of Island Master Mo.
The elders of the Mo family selected this snake egg for her, but the Island Master is indeed an ambitious person, still contemplating remaining at the peak of the Foundation Establishment realm, continuing to probe into the Dan Tai realm. Therefore, before this, her roots must not suffer any damage!
She merely views this snake egg as a last resort when all other options are exhausted, and precisely for this reason, the snake egg does not contain the soul and true spirit refined within; instead, it retains the purity of the demonic beast's blood fiend, serving as the source of this vein's myriad transformations.
With this snake egg and this source of demonic beast blood fiend, the Hundred Refinements Spirit Essence will emerge from the same origin, flowing through one vein, creating a clear and profound essence, making the bloodline rich, yet the transformation traceable, preventing it from becoming chaotic."
After saying this, Chu Weiyang shook the snake egg towards the Jade Snake a few times, then solemnly sealed it away.
The Jade Snake, being sentient, understood the importance of this matter, thus coiling around Chu Weiyang's wrist, its humming sound growing increasingly jubilant.
At the same time, Chunyu Zhiqing's melodious voice rang out.
In her eyes, there was no "Qing Zhu Dan Jing," nor was there the creation of this Jade Snake.
Upon hearing this question, Chu Weiyang was momentarily taken aback.
It was not that he was pondering something, but rather the torrent of memories continuously washing over his mind caused his thoughts to inevitably slow down.
In the midst of dizziness, he felt an uncontrollable sense of drifting—
Ah, yes! What was it that made me relax just now?
Right, the question posed by Miss Zhi has an answer, but what is that answer?
Strange, I have thought of all this, yet it seems I have forgotten…
After being dazed for a while, Chu Weiyang finally managed to extract those necessary memories from this sluggish feeling with great difficulty.
When he spoke again, his hoarse voice gradually became smoother.
"The Island Master does not know about Ling Fu Island; this matter was arranged by the elders while keeping it from her. After all… it concerns her opportunity for reincarnation. Of course, it is also possible that Island Master Mo deliberately does not want to know, fearing that this news might disrupt her Dao heart.
As for where she went, according to the memories of the many seasoned cultivators, the moment she received the jade slip from Mo Daozhong, Island Master Mo had already guessed a thing or two. She would certainly recognize the 'Heart-Eating Summoning Curse.' Knowing she had been schemed against, she was quite decisive, choosing to act without hesitation, disregarding the date of the birthday banquet, and directly took the inheritance from the jade slip to seek out the Bi Yun Old Ancestor.
Perhaps in that moment, she understood that remaining on the Hundred Snake Island would only lead to a dead end, while searching for someone in the vast outer sea was difficult. However, taking the inheritance to the Bi Yun Old Ancestor to exchange for a way out was comparatively simpler!
Perhaps, after obtaining the inheritance, the Bi Yun Old Ancestor would kill Island Master Mo to end it all; or perhaps, Island Master Mo would truly obtain the pure demonic vein and, after refining it, glimpse a higher realm; or perhaps, the backlash of the Blood Fiend Path would merely result in another Bi Yun Hai Snake appearing in the world.
But regardless of which outcome, it no longer concerns me, at least for the foreseeable short term, it has nothing to do with me or Ling Fu Island."
Perhaps it was the sense of relief brought about by the temporary conclusion of this matter.
Accompanied by a long exhale of turbid air, Chu Weiyang finally began to dissipate the dizziness transmitted from his mind, and his thoughts returned to clarity and vitality, gradually allowing him to fully grasp the torrent of fragmented memories that had washed over him.
In just a brief moment, the chaotic memories of over a hundred people surged forth and merged into Chu Weiyang's mind.
Even though his thoughts had regained clarity, in the occasional fleeting thought, there was an unavoidable flash of confusion deep within Chu Weiyang's eyes.
Digesting the memories was merely the first step to alleviating the emotional contamination that followed.
Next, swirling within Chu Weiyang's mind were emotions that did not belong to him, yet were exceptionally intense.
Greed, fear, stubbornness, gloom, ruthlessness…
These emotions were not vibrant; they were like some dregs sealed within a jar, brewed over long periods of time, ultimately congealing into a sour and rotten brew.
But at this stage, Chu Weiyang gradually found a way to resist.
In an instant, his frozen heart defenses opened, and the pain, hunger, and anger hidden deep within his memories transformed into a torrent of intertwined thunder and flames, rushing forth to wash away the encroaching emotions.
Immediately after, Chu Weiyang activated the Four-Part Technique of Water and Fire.
Within the violently surging mind, the Qinglong Diao Chan Dao Diagram shone brightly, the phantom of the Xuanming Dan Ding's Dao Fruit illuminated, and the spell seals of the "Five Phoenixes Summoning the Phoenix Nanming Curse" and "Nine Faced Xuan Gui Taiyi Curse" glimmered!
Limitless bright light radiated forth, as if the sun and moon were suspended in the sky, suppressing the boiling vast sea of clouds, restraining the source of all changes.
At the same time, Chu Weiyang waved his hand.
The protective formation surrounding the island suddenly opened a gap in that instant.
In a flash, a fierce wind and torrential rain swept in, engulfing Chu Weiyang's seemingly lonely figure.
In the fierce wind, soon, Chu Weiyang's clothes were drenched by the rain.
Yet at this moment, Chu Weiyang squinted his eyes, fully immersing his mind in the recently merged memories, delving into the lives of the over a hundred elders of the Mo family, their impressions and insights regarding the changes of the four seasons.
To others, this was an extremely tedious passage of time, the most indifferent erosion of the years between heaven and earth.
But in Chu Weiyang's eyes, this was yet another sword technique opening up to him, a profound sword intent of the Six Paths about to be comprehended—
Lixia, Xiaoman, Mangzhong, Summer Solstice, Minor Heat, Major Heat!
Since he had already strayed from the path of sword cultivation, and since he was relying on intense emotions to temper his sword intent,
Then the stones from other hills can be used to polish jade.
The emotions that others had absorbed, the memories related to the changes of the four seasons, should also be able to be thrown into the Dan Ding, refined into the elite, and forged into the Six Correct Sword Intent!
This was a sudden thought that Chu Weiyang had to alleviate the emotional contamination, but suddenly he realized that if this path was feasible, perhaps he would further dig into his unique sword cultivation talent.
A winding yet open road.
The summer's fervent storm swept across the island.
Intense emotions mixed with memories were hammered into the Dan Ding.
The "Summer Sword," already familiar through the Dao texts, also illuminated within his mind.
The法剑 hung by his side, the sword qi howled, and the cold light clashed.
Within a certain excitement and fervor, it seemed that a higher, purer sword intent was about to burst forth.
But just at this critical moment, the flames in the Dan Ding suddenly paused, and upon looking again, the mixed emotions refined within had already dissipated into thin air.
In place, Chu Weiyang twitched the corners of his mouth.
When the words fell, although Chu Weiyang had not attained the sword intent, he had completely returned to normal.
With a wave of his hand, the protective formation once again concealed the howling wind and rain.
At the same time, on the other side of the restriction, Chunyu Zhi's voice rang out.
Upon hearing this, Chu Weiyang nodded in agreement.
At this moment, he felt as if he was slowly waking up from a drunken stupor.
Although he had returned to normal, a lingering low mood still hovered in his mind, a certain sense of severance echoing at the end of his thoughts.
However, perhaps due to the changes washed over by the torrent of memories, his thoughts today had unexpectedly become lively.
In an instant, it seemed he thought of something again.
Upon hearing Chu Weiyang's question, the法剑 fell into a long silence from Chunyu Zhi.
At this moment, it seemed that the one truly dizzy and intoxicated had become Chunyu Zhi.
After a long while, she finally spoke with complexity.
After murmuring for quite some time, Chunyu Zhi finally managed to articulate her thoughts—
"Still the same words, I haven't really used the通幽术 much in the past, so I can say very little from experience; but this is ultimately a secret technique, not a method, and reverse practice won't harm one's foundation. Delving into its principles can be reasonable, but if it is used, it is likely to yield little effect.
After all, the memory torrent of over a hundred remnants of souls only teaches you a brief moment of dizziness; if you reverse the memory torrent to harm someone's mind, counting on your fingers, most of the time was spent in the Demon Suppression Cave, how much memory can there be to shake someone's mind?"
Upon hearing this, Chu Weiyang suddenly smiled.
With such sentiments, what surged back into Chu Weiyang's mind were the myriad complexities of that distant past life, those splendid passages of text, those vividly colored light screens, those melodious tones that echoed endlessly.
Thus, Chu Weiyang continued to smile, hoisting the large jar, tidying up the carcass of the demonic snake on the mound, and then turned to walk towards the Dao Hall.
Perhaps the large jar was a bit heavy, and he almost walked with a pause at every step.
He was clearly already recovered; he clearly understood that all this was merely the aftertaste of the impact from the torrent of memories.
Yet standing quietly in place, he only felt sadness.
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