Chapter 56
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Chapter 56: The Brewing Calamity (Part I)
The tacit approval from the four major forces provided the Sword Domain with a brief period of respite. During this interlude, Fengyun Wuji imparted the first three levels of the “Mind Sword Body Technique” to the thousands of Sword Pavilion warriors, then secluded himself for cultivation.
The third floor of the Sword Pavilion, the lord’s retreat for rest and seclusion, was common knowledge among all its warriors. Every midnight, the air on the third floor was charged with the intense energy of the sword, an aura so domineering and majestic that it left everyone in awe. What was even more peculiar was the presence of turbulent and violent demonic energy accompanying the sword qi, as if a duel was taking place within the confines of the third floor.
The curiosity was killing everyone, but none dared to inquire. Only Chi Shang seemed to understand that their master likely harbored secrets that were not meant to be spoken openly.
Sitting cross-legged on the smooth floor, Fengyun Wuji appeared as still as an old monk in meditation, yet within his sea of consciousness, there was a tempest raging, a stark contrast to the tranquility of his physical form.
The Star Absorption Technique was indeed formidable, but it came with noticeable side effects. Fengyun Wuji conjured a humanoid figure within his mind to face the onslaught of various martial arts techniques. With over 360,000 demonic incantations and the knowledge of techniques from the most skilled masters, including his own cultivation of the “Nine Transformations of Life and Death Profound Technique” and the “Mind Sword Body Technique,” these vast martial arts were a treasure to others, but to Fengyun Wuji, they were readily accessible and ordinary.
Each time the Star Absorption Technique was defeated by a technique, Fengyun Wuji spent a considerable amount of time refining it. The initial version could only absorb the power of a single target, which was inefficient against multiple opponents. However, after a long period of refinement, Fengyun Wuji had resolved this issue, and the speed of power absorption had far surpassed its original state. Yet, the technique’s limitation to only absorbing demonic energy was a significant flaw. Recently, Fengyun Wuji had been considering integrating the merits of the “Nine Transformations of Life and Death Profound Technique” into the Star Absorption Technique.
The “Nine Transformations of Life and Death Profound Technique” was extraordinarily mysterious. To date, only the sixth level was known; beyond that, it was shrouded in mystery. Although demanding, the technique offered substantial benefits. What intrigued and amazed Fengyun Wuji the most was its ability to break through and be reborn after each life-and-death ordeal, emerging even more powerful. Essentially, as long as one was not utterly defeated, even with a chest wound and a leaping heart, death could be averted, potentially leading to an increase in power.
This characteristic of the “Nine Transformations of Life and Death Profound Technique” transcended the realm of martial arts, a fact that perplexed Fengyun Wuji. Throughout the ancient world, no other technique could endure such severe injuries and still cling to life, let alone become stronger. It seemed that the “Nine Transformations of Life and Death Profound Technique” stood alone in this regard.
Reflecting on his experiences since entering the ancient world, Fengyun Wuji had faced numerous life-threatening situations and received critical injuries, yet he had survived them all. Although luck played a part, it was also a testament to the technique’s miraculous efficacy. If not for the stringent conditions required for its advancement, it would undoubtedly be the most extraordinary skill in the ancient world.
Fengyun Wuji’s mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, but his focus on refining the Star Absorption Technique never wavered. Hearing the subtle, rhythmic breathing from his disciples downstairs, Fengyun Wuji couldn’t help but smile; they were the embodiment of his aspirations.
Whizzing sounds pierced the night, accompanied by desperate cries for help.
“Sword God ancestor, Chi Shang ancestor, save me!…” The uneven footsteps echoed through the darkness as Fengyun Wuji sent out his consciousness to scan the surroundings. A tattered white swordsman, clutching his sword, was flying towards the Sword Pavilion, his chest lacerated with deep claw marks, clothes soaked in blood. Not far behind, dozens of figures in black, their capes billowing like bat wings, pursued him leisurely.
“Run, run, let’s see where you can run to. In this ancient world, no prey our Night Clan has set its sights on has ever escaped. Hehehe… Hahaha…”
The swordsman seemed resigned to his fate, falling from the sky, gazing hopelessly into the night, unaware that behind a towering mountain lay the Sword Pavilion he had been seeking.
“Ancestral Sword God, save me!…” The young swordsman’s face was etched with despair. With no escape from his impending doom, the shattered dreams of ascension and the trials he faced overwhelmed him, and he wept bitterly towards the heavens.
“No more running? Hahaha. Should have done that from the start… Brothers, the game is over, it’s time to feast.” As the words faded, the dark figures plunged from the sky, targeting the young swordsman.
Upon hearing “Ancestral Sword God,” Fengyun Wuji was jolted, then filled with rage. With a thunderous roar, “How dare you!” he launched himself into action.
Three resounding thumps echoed as the dark figures, about to seize their prey, were intercepted by an unexpected guardian.
“Who are you? Have you not heard of the name of our Night Clan?” They tumbled mid-air, halting their descent, demanding an explanation.
“Master, save… save senior brother… they…” With those words, the young swordsman breathed his last. Fengyun Wuji was shocked to see that his heart was already missing; his arrival here was solely supported by sheer will.
“Ah!” Fengyun Wuji let out a soul-piercing howl to the sky. For the first time, his heart was brimming with an urge to kill. The young swordsman was undoubtedly a disciple from his lineage, and here he was, powerless to save him as he fell before his eyes!
“I really want to kill!” The urge to kill surged uncontrollably within him, as if his chest would burst. With a soft boom, waves of demonic energy burst from Fengyun Wuji, his long hair swirling like snakes, making him appear as a demonic deity.
“Hahaha… We didn’t expect you to be one of us!” The Night Clan members, initially taken aback by the torrent of demonic energy, then laughed heartily.
“You all will join my disciple in the afterlife!” Fengyun Wuji’s face twisted with fury as his fingers danced through the air, his fingernails turning as black as obsidian in an instant.
With a ripple, Fengyun Wuji transformed into a gust of wind, merging with the void.
“Not good!…” The Night Clan sensed the danger too late; Fengyun Wuji had already materialized behind them. In a flash, he traced the path of the young disciple, pursuing his trail! Behind him, more than a dozen Night Clan members suddenly halted, their bodies riddled with bloodstains before collapsing into chunks of flesh. To their deaths, they remained clueless about their demise.
“You all stay at the Sword Pavilion; I will return shortly!” Fengyun Wuji’s voice echoed through the night, laden with a chilling intent to kill…