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The mountain wind roared, the sea of clouds rolled, and the light and shadow became chaotic.
Chen Zong unsheathed his sword. The sword blazed and spread in all directions. The light and shadow disappeared. The sword was already in its scabbard, as if it had never been pulled out.
The mountain wall in front of him was like tofu. A new sword mark was added, both the beginning and the end were sharp.
"With the same energy consumption, the power of the Sky Light Cloud Shadow Sword has increased by at least ten percent." Chen Zong said happily.
The Sky Light Cloud Shadow Sword was undoubtedly the strongest sword art he had mastered. It was a killer move, but he couldn't figure it out before. Now that he had comprehended it, he integrated the essence of Spectral Sword into it and increased it by ten percent.
Ten percent didn't sound strong, but the actual effect was obvious.
In a fight between martial practitioners, a difference of one percent was enough to determine life and death.
He unsheathed his sword. The sword gleamed brightly like starlight. It was as if a lonely star had appeared and descended into the world. When it dissipated, a new sword hole three inches deep appeared on the mountain wall.
The mountain wall had been exposed to wind and rain for many years, so it was quite hard. To be able to pierce three inches deep with a sword, its power was amazing.
"Are you a disciple of Seven Lights Martial Academy's Glorious Sword Hall?" Suddenly, a gentle voice came. Chen Zong looked back vigilantly. He didn't know when, but a man was standing a dozen meters behind him. He looked to be in his thirties or forties. His appearance was very ordinary, but his eyes were unforgettable.
They were bright like an unsheathed sword, deep like the ocean.
He was dressed in a white robe and had a graceful bearing. He had a long sword at his waist as if it was a decoration, just like the ancient scholars who liked to wear swords.
But if someone really thought so, they would die.
Chen Zong keenly noticed that the man's hair and clothes didn't flutter in the slightest when the mountain wind blew. It was as if they were still. The man was clearly standing there, but he gave off an illusory feeling, like the unpredictable changes of the clouds in the sky.
Chen Zong was extremely vigilant. He stared at the man with sharp eyes.
He might not be a match for him, but he wouldn't sit still and wait for death.
"What's your name?" The middle-aged man spoke again. His gentle voice seemed to contain a soothing power without the slightest malice. It made Chen Zong's sense of urgency gradually relax.
"Chen Zong." Chen Zong's voice was serious.
"Your swordsmanship is not bad." The middle-aged man didn't seem to notice the vigilance in Chen Zong's eyes. He smiled faintly and disappeared as if he had never been there.
"How strange …" Chen Zong couldn't help but shake his head. His face was full of doubt. It felt unreal, but he was sure that someone had appeared in front of him and talked to him just now.
"Training Force?"
"I don't think so."
"Could he be in the Real Martial Arts Realm …" Chen Zong couldn't help but gasp at the thought.
He had received the inheritance of the Dragon Subduing Spiritual Master, so he knew about the existence of the True Martial Realm. However, this was the first time he had seen a living True Martial Realm warrior. He shook his head. The True Martial Realm was still too far away.
…
"After refining the two Blood Essence Fruits, my cultivation has reached the peak of Qi and Blood realm Level Six. The power of the Heaven Light Cloud Shadow Sword has increased by 10%, and the first layer of the Lone Star Sword Technique has reached Lesser Mastery. My overall strength has improved a little."
Carrying the scorpion tail and the Bloodthirsty Iron-Scaled Beast's scales, fangs, and claws, Chen Zong quickly descended the mountain.
He had been on the mountain for a few days, and tomorrow would be his turn to enter the Boiling Blood Pool. He could use the pool's power to break through to Qi and Blood realm Level Seven.
When he stepped into the Illuminating Sword Hall, it was already late.
"… There's a … True Martial Realm …"
"Also … practicing the sword …"
"… teaching martial arts …"
Someone walked by in the distance, and the sound of their conversation was intermittent. Chen Zong fell into deep thought as he overheard the conversation.
He went straight to the Pavilion of Hundred Affairs and handed in the ten scorpion tails and one Blood Essence Fruit. After that, he obtained the certificate and sold the six scorpion tails, some herbs, and the Bloodthirsty Iron-Scaled Beast's materials.
The Pavilion of Hundred Affairs was responsible for many things. Not only were there missions, but there were also the purchase of herbs and demonic beast materials. In the end, Chen Zong received more than ten thousand White Jade Coins. Most of them came from the Bloodthirsty Iron-Scaled Beast's materials. If it weren't for the obvious damage to the beast's scales, its value would have been even higher.
At this point, he had completed the White Jade Mountain's punishment. The rest had nothing to do with him. He bought a jug of five kilograms of strong liquor and returned to the courtyard. He threw the Blood Essence and Inner Core into the jug and sealed it well. After forty-nine days, he could open the jug and drink it.
He left the courtyard and headed to the dining hall.
"Isn't that Chen Zong?"
"I can't believe he came back alive."
"I guess he ran back with his tail between his legs."
Every disciple of the Bright Sword Hall knew that Chen Zong was punished by Bai Yushan and had to give him ten scorpion tails and one Blood Essence Fruit. Seeing Chen Zong disappear and then reappear again in perfect condition, they were all guessing.
Ignoring them, Chen Zong went to the ninth courtyard to look for Chen Chuyun after dinner. However, Chen Chuyun was not there.
In the 88th courtyard.
After a short rest, Chen Zong started to practice his sword.
…
"He actually completed the punishment mission." After receiving the news, Bai Yushan was very surprised. His eyes narrowed as a trace of light flashed through them. Thinking that Chen Zong had not only reached the level of One Sword Four Transformations, but also reached the beginner level of the Lone Star Sword Technique in just ten days, Bai Yushan felt an indescribable jealousy in his heart.
He still didn't know that Chen Zong's sword technique had actually reached the level of One Sword Five Transformations. His Lone Star Sword Technique had also reached the beginner level of the Lone Star Sword Technique. Otherwise, who knew if he would have directly charged into the 88th courtyard with his sword in hand.
"Cousin, Bai Zhongping didn't come back." Bai Yulou said directly after finding him. Bai Yushan was confused. After knowing the cause and effect, Bai Yushan said firmly, "Chen Zong is indeed quite strong, but he can't be Zhongping's opponent."
One was at the sixth stage of the Qi Blood realm, while the other was at the eighth stage of the Qi Blood realm. The gap between them was very obvious. No matter how good Chen Zong's sword technique was, it was impossible for him to overcome such a gap.
"I think so too, but I feel a little uneasy." Bai Yulou said and shook his head. "Maybe Bai Zhongping didn't find Chen Zong."
After practicing his sword, he rested and honed his spirit.
When the sky brightened, Chen Zong sheathed his sword and left the courtyard. He first went to the cafeteria for breakfast, then quickly went to the Octagonal Circle Dojo.
There were eight paths in the Octagonal Circle Dojo. Seven of them led to the seven halls, and the eighth led to the Boiling Blood Pool, Mechanism Building, and other places.
The Boiling Blood Pool opened once a day, from eight in the morning to eight in the evening. There was a total of twelve hours, enough for twelve people to cultivate.
If one couldn't enter before the time was up, then naturally the martial practitioners wouldn't come here to waste their time.
Fortunately, the Seven Lights Martial Academy had a rule that no one was allowed to challenge the Boiling Blood Pool the day before they entered. Otherwise, there would probably be a lot of people preparing to challenge and replace their spots at the Octagonal Circle Dojo right now.
After walking for about ten minutes along the curved gravel path, Chen Zong saw a road sign pointing to the left. It said "Boiling Blood Pool", and the front pointed to the Seven Lights Hall. It would only open when there was a major event, and the right led to the Mechanism Building.
"I heard that there are iron men and copper men in the Mechanism Building. I wonder what they look like?" Chen Zong was a little curious, but the Mechanism Building would only open occasionally, and he wouldn't be able to enter before it opened.
After walking for about a few minutes, Chen Zong saw a huge stone house. It was bluish-gray in color, and round in shape. The top of the house looked like a big inverted bowl.
The twelve people had all arrived at the Boiling Blood Pool. Some of them knew each other and chatted with each other, while some of them were strangers and ignored each other.
"Do you know why the Boiling Blood Pool is only open for twelve hours a day?" A Martial Yao Hall Eighth Stage Qi and Blood Realm disciple asked the two Qi and Blood Realm Seventh Stage disciples beside him as if he was showing off.
"Please enlighten us, senior brother." The two people were very respectful.
"Once the Boiling Blood Pool is opened, it will constantly emit pure blood energy. When we enter it, we absorb the pure blood energy to cultivate. When it's closed for 12 hours, we'll be creating pure blood energy." The Qi and Blood Realm Level Eight cultivator nodded in satisfaction as he spoke in a rather boastful tone.
"Then may I ask, senior brother, how does the Boiling Blood Pool create pure blood energy?" One of the people beside him couldn't help but ask with a face full of curiosity.
Chen Zong was actually very curious as well. After all, he felt that the Boiling Blood Pool was very magical.
"It's enough to know that there are benefits to cultivating in the Boiling Blood Pool. Why are you asking so many questions?" The Qi and Blood Realm Eighth Stage disciple's expression froze. Immediately after, he scolded a little angrily because he also didn't know how the Boiling Blood Pool created pure blood energy.
After being scolded, no one asked any more questions. They instantly became silent and waited for the time to come.
At eight o 'clock, the stone room's door opened on time. The twelve people entered in a single file.
"Hand over your ranking wooden tablets," said the Boiling Blood Pool administrator beside the door. He was dressed in a short brown robe.
The twelve people took out their ranking wooden tablets and handed them over to the administrator.
"Remember, after you enter, don't run around. Each of you will choose a cultivation room. You are not allowed to make a ruckus or fight. Violators will be disqualified and will not be allowed to enter the Boiling Blood Pool for a year." The administrator's voice was very rough and his tone was very harsh. He seemed to be in a bad mood, but no one paid any attention to him.
Walking into the stone room, Chen Zong could see that in the middle of the room was a transparent crystal. Inside the crystal was a pool of blood red water about five meters in diameter. It was very viscous, boiling like lava. Blood red bubbles appeared one after another. After the bubbles burst, red mist filled the air and spread in all directions.
Surrounding the blood pool were twelve small cultivation rooms. Each person chose a room to enter and sat cross-legged on a futon woven from Silver Thread Grass.
Taking a deep breath, Chen Zong could smell traces of blood entering his nostrils. His Qi and Blood seemed to be summoned and became restless.
Guru guru!
The sound of blood bubbles continued, seemingly with a strange rhythm.
His whole body felt warm, as if he was soaking in a hot spring. It was very comfortable, making him want to lie down and have a good sleep.
"I really don't know how this pure blood energy is created. It can't just appear out of thin air, right?" Chen Zong whispered to himself, "I heard that this Boiling Blood Pool has existed for hundreds of years. Even if it could be created by itself, it would still be consumed. It's really amazing that it's still here after so many years."
Then, he shook his head.
"I'm here to cultivate, not to explore the secrets of the Boiling Blood Pool."
Then, he got rid of all distracting thoughts and focused on himself. He started to operate the True Sword Sky Skill.
The third level of the True Sword Sky Skill could not only increase the power of the sword and sword arts by twenty percent, but also increase the cultivation speed and recovery speed by thirty-five percent. It was very amazing. Suddenly, a large amount of pure blood energy spread towards Chen Zong.
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