txolops Chapter 32 What is a Sword Cultivator?
Chapter 32 What is a Sword Cultivator?
The three moved like lightning, speeding towards the exit of the land of inheritance.
Li Qingyi quickly scanned her surroundings and found that there were only a few dozen cultivators wandering around, far from the massive crowds in the simulation.
His mind raced, and he immediately understood—
It must have been because those three people were let go in the last simulation, which led to the leak of the news. The news spread like wildfire, eventually leading to the encirclement and killing.
The three exchanged a glance, knowing they had to escape quickly before more people arrived.
The cultivators who arrived later did not seem to recognize Li Qingyi and the other two. They merely glanced at them indifferently before rushing into the depths of the inheritance ground.
But just then, someone shouted.
"It's Han Feiyu and his group! They were the first to enter the core area! They must have gotten the Purple Mansion opportunity!"
The sound was like the hiss of a venomous snake, instantly fixing all the greedy and suspicious gazes around them firmly on Li Qingyi and her two companions.
The originally loose crowd immediately began to subtly form an encirclement.
Li Qingyi looked in the direction of the sound, her pupils contracting slightly.
The person who shouted was none other than Jiang Yu, who had been frightened and left in a sorry state by his sword aura earlier.
At this moment, Jiang Yu was hiding behind the crowd, his face filled with undisguised resentment and a sinister smile of triumph, staring intently at Li Qingyi.
"Heh heh, let's see how arrogant you are this time!" Jiang Yu sneered inwardly.
He wasn't sure if Li Qingyi had really gotten a lucky break, but as long as he could annoy this guy who had made him lose face, or even use him to kill him, why not?
"Twenty zhang."
Li Qingyi estimated the distance in her mind, a murderous glint flashing in her eyes.
The next moment, he moved.
His figure vanished like a ghost, leaving only a bluish afterimage; his speed far exceeded the reaction time of everyone present.
The sinister smile on Jiang Yu's face froze instantly, replaced by boundless fear.
He felt a suffocating killing intent poured over him like ice water, his hair stood on end, and without thinking, he turned to flee.
However, it was too slow.
He had barely taken half a step when a long, strong hand, like an iron clamp, firmly gripped the back of his neck.
The cultivators who wanted to surround Li Qingyi and her group were also startled by Li Qingyi.
The cultivators beside Jiang Yu scattered like birds and beasts.
"Since you're so eager to die, I'll grant your wish."
Li Qingyi's icy voice, as if from the deepest hell, rang in Jiang Yu's ears.
Jiang Yu's pupils suddenly contracted; he wanted to beg for mercy, to explain himself...
But Li Qingyi didn't give him any chance!
Bang!Bang!Bang!
The dull thuds, like the beating of drums, echoed through the valley, accompanied by Jiang Yu's heart-wrenching screams.
In the blink of an eye, Jiang Yu's screams came to an abrupt halt. His bones were shattered, his internal organs were torn apart, and his eyes were filled with endless regret and fear.
Li Qingyi, expressionless, casually tossed Jiang Yu's limp corpse down to the horrified crowd below.
He stood proudly there, his blue robes fluttering even without wind, his gaze sweeping across the entire scene like cold lightning:
"Anyone else who wants to follow in his footsteps is welcome to step forward and give it a try."
This ruthless and decisive approach effectively deterred those with ill intentions.
Even Han Feiyu was dumbfounded. 'Why has Old Qin become so violent? Could he have been possessed by You Zhenren?'
Just then, a cultivator dressed in blue, still unwilling to give up, or rather, wanting to test Li Qingyi's bottom line, forced himself to remain calm and spoke:
"Why be so violent, fellow Daoist? If you truly haven't received your due opportunity, simply explain it to everyone. Why take lives?"
These words, though seemingly reasonable, are in fact extremely insidious.
Instantly, Li Qingyi was placed on the moral high ground of cruelty, inhumanity, and a guilty conscience.
Li Qingyi stared at the blue-robed cultivator and sneered, "It seems there are quite a few people in this world who seek death."
The blue-robed cultivator felt a chill run down his spine, realizing something was terribly wrong, and turned to flee.
But how could someone at the second level of Qi Refining be faster than Li Qingyi, who was at the fourth level of Qi Refining?
Li Qingyi's figure blurred, and she appeared behind him, throwing a simple punch.
The blue-robed cultivator didn't even have time to scream before he was sent flying backward, crashing into the mountainside, his bones shattered, and he died on the spot.
At this moment, the entire place was deathly silent; they were all stunned by Li Qingyi's ruthlessness.
A madman who kills at the slightest provocation, who would dare to provoke him?
Moreover, they were still unsure whether Li Qingyi had truly obtained the opportunity.
It would be such a waste to lose one's life just for some uncertain news.
Li Qingyi's face was cold and stern.
The scene of being surrounded and driven to the brink of death by this group in the simulation was still vivid in his mind, so naturally he wouldn't give them a friendly look.
He turned around, his gaze sweeping over the familiar faces, and snorted coldly, "If you have nothing else to say, get lost."
As soon as he finished speaking, the cultivators who had been forming a circle hurriedly retreated to both sides, making way for a wide passage.
Seeing that she had achieved her goal, Li Qingyi did not linger.
He led the two away from this troublesome place.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief when they saw Li Qingyi leave.
……
The vegetation along the mountain path remains lush and green.
Unfortunately, the sky was dyed crimson by that strange blood-refining array, ruining the original serene scenery.
Upon returning to the settlement of a collateral branch of the Qin family, Li Qingyi's brows immediately furrowed.
The streets were deserted.
He quietly extended his divine sense, scanning the houses on both sides of the street.
Inside the room, one could see shriveled corpses lying on the ground or slumped in chairs, all dried up and drained of their life essence, creating an extremely eerie scene.
"This blood sacrifice formation is truly vicious."
Even though she was mentally prepared, seeing this hellish scene still sent chills down Li Qingyi's spine.
But... where did Xiyue go?
Li Qingyi searched around but couldn't find Qin Xiyue.
His gaze involuntarily drifted toward Qingxin Peak, where the main branch of the Qin family was located.
It was very peaceful there, but Li Qingyi had an inexplicable sense of unease.
Just then, Han Feiyu couldn't help but ask:
"Old Qin, what exactly did you get?"
After confirming that it was the inheritance of Master You, he lost interest in this opportunity in the Purple Mansion.
What good things could a mad, poor man possibly leave behind? But he couldn't suppress his curiosity.
Li Qingyi's lips twitched, and she sighed, "Sixteen spirit stones and that corpse refining technique."
"Pfft... Hahahaha..." Han Feiyu was stunned for a moment, then couldn't help but burst into laughter, "No, is that all the junk you have?"
"And there's also a forge used to refine one's own physical body..."
Upon hearing this, Han Feiyu laughed even louder, "Hahahaha! Old Qin! You're not really planning to use that evil magic to refine yourself, are you?!"
Even Ling'er showed a hint of surprise, "Is this Master You really so impoverished?"
Li Qingyi looked helpless. "What should we do then..."
Suddenly, Ling'er changed the subject, "So where are we going now?"
Li Qingyi's expression turned serious, and her gaze returned to the silent Qingxin Peak:
"Take Han Feiyu down the mountain to heal her injuries; I still have things to do."
Ling'er, being quick-witted, immediately guessed Li Qingyi's intention—he was going to Qingxin Peak.
Countless thoughts flashed through her mind as she weighed whether or not to stop it.
After all, this concerns the plans of the Qingchi Immortal Sect.
However, she then thought:
"I am a disciple of the Zhengyang Immortal Sect. What do I have to do with the Qingchi Immortal Sect's schemes?"
My master only instructed me to assist Qin Ruoxi. Now that the mission is complete, what happens next is no longer my responsibility.
"Okay." Without further hesitation, she nodded in agreement. "We'll be waiting for you at Lingming Residence in Yishan City."
After saying that, she didn't say anything more and turned to walk down the mountain path.
Han Feiyu looked at Li Qingyi, then at Ling'er's back, feeling somewhat conflicted.
"Your injuries haven't healed yet. Staying here will not only be of no help, but will also be a burden," Li Qingyi said bluntly.
Upon hearing this, Han Feiyu's expression darkened, realizing that Li Qingyi's words were true. He could only grit his teeth and quickly follow Ling'er.
Li Qingyi then turned her gaze to the seemingly tranquil Qingxin Peak.
He felt that Qin Xiyue was very likely up there.
Are you going?
He questioned himself in his heart.
This journey will surely be extremely dangerous...
Nowadays, it is impossible to simulate and predict good or bad fortune again.
With only this meager cultivation at the fourth level of Qi Refining, venturing into that dragon's den and tiger's lair would mean certain death if one were not careful...
Will I die there?
Upon considering this possibility, Li Qingyi paused, her foot still slightly raised.
However, in that moment of hesitation, every little thing he had spent with Qin Xiyue since he transmigrated flashed through his mind like a revolving lantern.
From lending him five spirit stones at the beginning, to helping him disguise his identity, and finally helping him enter the Purple Mansion inheritance ahead of time, how could he forget this favor?
"The path to immortality is long and arduous. I hope you... will consider your own future carefully."
Qin Xiyue's cool yet concerned voice echoed clearly in my ears once again.
Suddenly, Li Qingyi smiled.
escape?
What a joke.
If we retreat today out of fear of death, abandoning our companions in danger, how will we face our true selves in the future?
How can this sword remain straight? How can the path to immortality be walked smoothly?!
Qin Xiyue was not a reckless person; she must have been confident that she would go.
"I am a swordsman! A swordsman is unyielding, never bending, always charging forward! How can I cower before battle, fleeing at the first sign of danger?!"
A single thought brings clarity and enlightenment.
Li Qingyi lifted her foot and walked towards Qingxin Peak.
At that moment, he felt a clear and melodious sword cry resounding deep within his soul, and his aura suddenly transformed.
The sword bones and sword heart within his body resonated, instantly draining the spiritual energy within a radius of dozens of feet and transforming it into a vast sword energy that filled the twelve meridians.
In a short while, the first level of the True Understanding of Swordsmanship, "Body Like a Sword," was perfected.
"So that's how it is. Cultivating the Tao is cultivating the mind."
"The way of the swordsman is that wherever the sword points, it must advance without hesitation, cutting through all obstacles!"