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Inside the guest room, Chu Mu only had a tiny bit of the dark red stone left on his forehead. It shattered and turned into dust and dissipated.
With the disappearance of the high grade Blood Evil Stone, Chu Mu woke up.
When he was in the Qi Transformation Realm, the Blood Evil Qi of the high grade Blood Evil Stone was hard for Chu Mu to bear. Forcefully training his will would only cause harm to himself, so Chu Mu had kept it.
Later on, as more and more things happened, he gradually forgot about it. Even after breaking through to the Qi Hai Realm, he did not recall it. Until now, after receiving the imprint of the Sky Quake Energy Fusion Sword Forging Art, his spirit and will had been strengthened in the process. Only then did Chu Mu remember that he still had a high grade Blood Evil Stone.
The high quality Blood Fiend Stone's Blood Fiend Aura was extremely powerful. Chu Mu used an entire day to completely consume the Blood Fiend Aura. His mind and willpower had also become even more condensed and resilient after resisting the Blood Fiend Aura.
The strengthening of his spirit and will had not only increased his understanding of sword force, but also increased his control of sword Qi.
Imperceptibly, Chu Mu's overall strength had increased a little. He stood up and walked out of the room to Ou Cheng Luo's guest room.
Ou Cheng Luo was still practicing his sword arts.
Fortunately, the guest room was big enough. In addition, he did not need to pour in sword Qi to practice his sword arts. Thus, Ou Cheng Luo did not cause any damage to the things in the room. His sword arts had become more skillful.
It was hard to imagine that other than the time he spent cultivating his sword Qi, Ou Cheng Luo spent the rest of his time practicing his sword arts. Even sleeping and eating only took up a small portion of his time. He was like a crazy demon.
Every time Chu Mu saw him, he would be able to see his bloodshot eyes filled with deep exhaustion.
Ou Cheng Luo finished practicing his sword arts once again. He looked at Chu Mu with his bloodshot eyes, waiting for Chu Mu's evaluation.
"You have improved, but it is not enough." Chu Mu said briefly, "You need to rest now. Practice after you have enough rest. The effect will be better."
However, Ou Chengluo acted as if he didn't hear it. He swung his sword again and continued to cultivate.
Chu Mu frowned slightly. His hand moved like lightning, striking Ou Chengluo's neck. Ou Chengluo's body trembled, and he fainted.
Chu Mu gently lifted Ou Chengluo up and placed him on the bed. Since Ou Chengluo wasn't willing to rest, Chu Mu could only use this method to let him rest. Combining work and rest was the best way to cultivate. Blindly cultivating like Ou Chengluo was overdrawing his life and potential. Not only was it difficult to truly improve, it was also like a slow suicide.
After closing the door, Chu Mu instructed the waiter to deliver food to Ou Chengluo on time. He then walked down the stairs, intending to make a trip to the Yangji Restaurant.
He now had twenty low-grade Silver Spirit Stone Cards. He planned to use most of them to buy mid-grade Demon Cores to train the Wind-Winged Dragon.
The business on the first floor of the inn was as brisk as ever. Almost every table was filled with people who were gulping down wine and eating meat. To these swordsmen who had their heads hanging from their belts all year round, elegance and refinement had nothing to do with them. Could such things be eaten as food? Could it be used to increase their strength?
When Chu Mu walked out of the inn's entrance, he caught sight of two red silhouettes from the corner of his eye, disappearing in a flash.
Chu Mu's lips curled into a smile. He knew that the members of the Red Dress Association had been waiting for him to appear. Now that he had appeared, they must have gone to report the news. When the time came, someone would come to deal with him.
He strode towards the direction of the Yangji Restaurant. At the same time, the members of the Red Dress Association who were in charge of monitoring Chu Mu hurriedly returned to the Red Dress Association and reported the news of Chu Mu's departure from the inn. Of course, there were also people who kept an eye on Chu Mu, paying attention to Chu Mu's every move.
The operation began immediately. A group of members of the Red Dress Association immediately set off. In addition, there were also people who went to inform Savage Sword Sunsets.
After a period of time, Chu Mu walked out of the Yangji Restaurant. He had spent ten low-silver spirit stone cards and bought a total of twenty high-mid-tier demon cores. On average, each high-mid-tier demon core cost fifty thousand low-grade spirit stones.
The value of a mid-level high-rank demonic beast was definitely more than five million low-rank spirit stones, but a mid-level high-rank demonic beast's core was only worth fifty thousand low-rank spirit stones, which was at least a hundred times more than the value of the core.
Living demon beasts had immeasurable value, but dead demon beasts could only be used as food and materials. Their demon cores were not very useful to human swordsmen. This was because swordsmen were unable to absorb the demonic energy within the demon cores. Otherwise, it would lead to a conflict of energy. In light cases, their meridians would be severed, and in heavy cases, their bodies would explode and they would die.
Demon cores were only useful to demon beasts. Perhaps they had other uses as well, but generally speaking, they were not very useful. Therefore, the value of demon cores was not very high.
Actually, it was not very accurate to say that it was not very high. Think about it, a high-mid-tier demon core was worth fifty thousand low-grade spirit stones. One, two, or three might not be much, but what about a hundred? That was the value of five million low-grade spirit stones.
Killing a hundred high-mid-tier demon beasts was not an easy task. It could be life-threatening at any time. On the other hand, it was even more difficult to cultivate a high-mid-tier demon beast. It required a lot of mid-tier demon cores.
Chu Mu estimated that these twenty mid-tier demon cores, in addition to the ones he already had, could only help the Wind-Winged Dragon reach high-mid-tier. In order to reach the mid-mid-tier, the number of demon cores needed would be doubled. On top of that, he would also need some mid-mid-tier demon cores.
Other than buying demon cores, Chu Mu also sold all the low-grade demon cores he had obtained. The value was not high. Each core was less than ten thousand low-grade spirit stones. In the end, he only sold them for a little over three hundred thousand low-grade spirit stones.
Not long after he left the Yangji Restaurant, Chu Mu felt a different aura in the air. It was a kind of aura that made people feel pressured. It was as if a storm was coming.
From afar, Chu Mu thought he saw a blood-red light rising from the ground into the sky. It was like a sharp sword that was going to pierce through the sky. The sharpness and murderous aura were like the Milky Way pouring down and shattering the clouds. It was extremely frightening.
Chu Mu stopped in his tracks. In front of him, a section of the street was empty. Everyone had retreated to the left and right sides. Even the shops were closed, leaving only a small gap. There were eyes watching the situation outside through the gap.
Chu Mu's gaze spread across the empty street and landed on a figure standing upright. His back was like a sword pointing to the sky. He was so fierce that he could destroy everything.
Half of this person's face was covered by long black hair. Through the hair, one could see his extremely cold eyes. The other eye that was not covered was also shining with a cold light, as if it could freeze a person's soul.
A sword hilt was exposed on his shoulder. He was wearing a silver robe. The right sleeve was empty. He only had one left arm, but no one dared to look down on him. Just the aura on his body was enough to shock many swordsmen. No one dared to come within ten meters of him. Otherwise, they would collapse under that terrifying aura.
This was a terrifying aura that had been forged through countless killings.
Chu Mu's gaze landed on the one-armed silver robed man. When his eyes made contact with that pair of eyes that were so cold that it could almost freeze a person's soul, his soul trembled. He only felt a chill coming from the depths of his soul. His spine could not help but surge with a cold current that swept through his entire body.
What a terrifying gaze. Even Chu Mu's willpower was shaken by it.
However, it was only shaken. If he wanted to use such a gaze to intimidate Chu Mu, it was simply a fantasy.
Compared to the other party, Chu Mu's gaze was very calm. It was so clear that one could see the bottom of an ancient well. It did not seem to have any power, but his eyes were incomparably deep and dark. When the other party's soul-freezing chill and sharpness pierced into his eyes, it was as if they had been absorbed and disappeared without a trace.
The confrontation of gazes and the confrontation of aura was evenly matched.
All around, the swordsmen who were watching from afar held their breaths and clenched their fists. They did not dare to move at all. Their faces were flushed with excitement.
The one-armed silver robed man's attire and gaze allowed Chu Mu to recognize his identity.
Savage Sword Setting Sun!
According to Han Ye, Savage Sword Setting Sun only had one left arm and liked to wear silver robes. Because he only had one left arm, and because he liked to cut off his opponent's right arm first during battle, he got the name Savage Sword.
Countless people and demonic beasts had died under the blade of the broken sword. This kind of slaughter had created a terrifying murderous aura around him, and it had also created a gaze that could freeze souls.
Normal swordsmen would tremble from the bottom of their hearts if they met his gaze. How could they fight Savage Sword?
If they did not even dare to look him in the eye, how could they fight Savage Sword?
A few dozen meters behind Savage Sword Setting Sun, a group of swordsmen in red robes had gathered. They were the members of the Red Shirt Association, and their leader was Fu Tiesheng.
They only had one mission, and that was to bring Chu Mu's corpse back to the Red Shirt Association after Savage Sword killed Chu Mu. Everything on Chu Mu's body would belong to the Red Shirt Association.
For this, they paid a huge price to hire Savage Sword. They did not even hesitate to offend Savage Sword Void Slaughterer.
Now, it was time for the broken sword to kill this person. This made them feel excited and tremble. They would watch as the broken sword cut off their opponent's right arm, then their right leg, and then their left leg. Their body parts would be reduced one by one under the broken sword until they died.
This was a kind of torture, an inhuman torture.
Since Chu Mu had heard of Savage Sword Setting Sun's name from Han Ye, he knew his attire, and naturally knew Savage Sword's preferences.
However, this time, Savage Sword had found the wrong person.
On the street, the air seemed to have frozen. There was not even a trace of wind. An oppressive aura spread out. The dark clouds in the sky seemed to have gathered from afar, forming a large black mass that seemed to be about to press down.
It was like the oppressive atmosphere before a storm. Everyone felt as if they were lacking oxygen. They desperately tried to breathe, but they could not. This kind of oppressive atmosphere made their chests feel so tight that they almost vomited blood.
At this moment, Chu Mu moved. He did not move as quickly as the wind, nor did he explode like lightning. He only took a step forward as usual … If you like this work, you are welcome to come to qidian.com to vote for me. Your support is my biggest motivation.)
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