First and mortal of the Sword. Chapter six, Dash of Chance Encounter on
the river bank. A vast river flowed swiftly outside of Gwangling City, its
waters ten thousand feet across. This was the Great Azure River, the longest
river in cloud Driver Prefecture, which twisted and turned across thousands of miles.
It was currently early in the morning. Su Ye was clad in blue cloth,
traveling north along the banks of the Great Azure. As he walked,
he sensed the changes in the ambient spiritual energy. He surveyed the landscape and
inspected the heavenly and earthly phenomena. This was the geomancy of wind and water
fung Shwe. Although su Yi currently had no cultivation, he still had the
experience and outlook of his past life. Thus, as he strolled past mountains
and rivers, he could discern the shifts in spirit sirtual energy distribution. It
differed everywhere he went. He walked over ten miles along the river. Finally
he stopped in place, a hint of satisfaction in his gaze. Before him
stood an enormous stretch of mountains, the peaks closely clustered together and shrouded in
mist year round the azure It Cloud Mountains. They stretched for eight hundred miles
along the banks of the Great Azure. If I go any further, I'll
enter the azure It Cloud Mountain's Mother Ghost Ridge, the place the people of
Gwangling City tremble whenever they speak of. Sue Ye stood with his hands behind
his back and gazed into the distance. Mother Ghost Ridge had been seen as
a land of mysterious dangers for years. Rumor had it that a long time
ago it had been the site of a brutal battle. The malevolent yin energy
was so dense that apparently vicious parishians emerged from its forests on a regular basis.
Most of the ghost stories circulated throughout Gwangling City involved Mother Ghost Ridge.
The mountains are locked in yin energies, and the malevolent fog cannot disperse.
This really is a blessed land for producing violent ghosts. After a moment,
su Ye retracted his gaze and sighed to himself, It's a pity that I
still don't have any cultivation. Otherwise I could go in, look around and
grab a few vicious ghosts to help me search the mountains for spiritual medicines.
Then I wouldn't have to go to all this trouble to find a secluded cultivation
site outside city limits. This world really did have ghosts. Furthermore, su
Ye knew that ghosts were divided into categories yin spirits, haunts, specters,
and phantasms in the Nine Provinces of the Wilds. The Ghost Emperor of the
Western Seas was the most mysterious ghost of all. He started out as an
ordinary ghost born on an ancient battlefield, only to become a legend among ghost
cultivators. Although the spiritual energy here is still rather sparse at my current level,
it's plenty. In the end, su Ye decided to cultivate here.
This was a mulberry grove adjacent to the Great Azure riverbed. The Azure Cloud
Mountains stood before him. Both the winds and waters flowed into the mountains,
a place where rivers converged. It was, albeit barely a spiritual ground wind
drifted by the flow of spiritual energy in the air, was pleasant and relaxing.
Ha Ha Suley led out a long breath of turbid air. His mind
and body gradually turned clear and ethereal, like a full moon against blue scars
skies then he gradually took up his stance and began practicing the pine and crane
body refining art. It really is different from cultivating in the When family estate.
Just a few seconds later, su Ye noticed that within a hundred meters
around him, wisp after wisp of sparse spiritual energy was flowing towards him and
fusing into his body. It was as silent and nourishing as a spring breeze
and gentle rain. His blood and energy mellowed, yet they felt full and
vibrant, as if they were rejoicing. He felt an abundance of vitality.
Sou Ye cast aside his scattered thoughts and immersed himself in his cultivation, forgetting
himself completely. Before long, the sun was high in the sky. It
was already noon. Sou Ye had cultivated for a full six hours. Fortunately,
this mulberry grove extremely remote, and due to its close proximity to Mother
Ghost Ridge, people rarely visited. No one had disrupted Suye's cultivation. Pop
Suddenly, a crisp sound emanated from Suye's bones and tendons, as if he
were chiseling out the barriers within his physical form. His blood and key coursed
through him like a surging river. His body now resembled an ancient pine towering
into the heavens, and his boiling, vibrant blood and key resembled an immortal
crane, beating its wings, roaming about the blue skies. Utterly at ease.
He brimmed with profound, indescribable charm. The pine and crane suitable in
stillness and movement, truth and illusion mutually interconnected both form and meaning. At
this moment, su Yee fully grasped the essence and charm of the pine and
crane body refined technique. This also marked his entrance into the early stage of
the blood circulation realm. Blood circulation was the first realm of the martial Tao,
the beginning of cultivation, the foundation of the Great Tao. It was
subdivided into four layers, refining skin, refining muscle, refining sinew, and
refining bone. Now, one year after losing everything, su Ye had a
cultivation once more. Clang, a familiar sword hum reverberated through su Yi's sea
of consciousness, revealing delight and excitement. The Sword of the Nine Hells?
Are you happy for me too? Su Yi's expression subtly shifted. In his
past life. The Sword of the Nine Hells had accompanied him from the moment
he first started cultivating. It was by his side as he fought grand battles
and pursued the Tao. But even just before his re incarnation, and with
the terrifying profound unity realm cultivation that struck terror into the hearts of the wilds,
he couldn't see through the Sword of the Nine Hell's true nature or discern
its secrets, its origin, its nine seals, its divine shackles, its
mysterious cues. Sou Ye could set aside the fame and vast wealth he'd accumulated
over the course of his lifetime. The only thing he couldn't give up was
the Sword of the Nine Hells. Thus, before his reincarnation, su Ye
didn't hesitate to seal his lifetime of memories within the blade and have it reincarnate
alongside him. His sword was his life. He couldn't part from it.
Before long, sou Ye shook his head, calmed his heart, and examined
his changes. Breathing in spiritual energy as I cultivate really makes an enormous difference.
After reawaken his memories he'd spent three days bitterly cultivating within the wind family
estate, but even added together, his three full days of work paled in
comparison to the six hours he'd spent cultivating by the banks of the Great Azure.
The difference was night and day. If I cultivate here, it'll only
take me three days to reach the pinnacle of the refining skin stage. As
soon as this thought occurred to him, sue Ye shook his head. If
all I have to do is increase my cultivation boundary, it'll be as easy
as turning over my palm. But I are incarnated to cultivate afresh in pursuit
of adow that transcends my past life. With every step I take, I
have to ensure that my cultivation is solid and stable. I have to strengthen
my foundations, sue Ye warns himself. Whatever I do, I cannot be
impatient. Blood circulation was the first realm of the Marshal Tao. This was
the most fundamental realm as well as the most important. The foundation he established
here would influence his future path and determine how far down it he could walk.
He was using the pine and crane body refining art to ensure that in
the four realms of the Marshal Tao, he hammered out a foundation that far
surpassed his former self at the same stage. Unfortunately, I don't have a
penny to my name. If I had enough money, I could buy some
herbal medicines. Then after a day's cultivation, I could soak in a medicinal
bath and refine the medicine's essences. That would improve and enhance my physique even
further. Going forward, I'll have to find an opportunity to earn a little
money. Just as Suyi was mulling over his future cultivation, he heard a
burst of violent coughing drift on the wind. Sue Ye turned towards mother ghost
Ridge and saw two distant figures walking towards him, an old man in long
robes and a young woman clad in purple. The long robed elder steps were
weak, and his gaunt face was pallid. As he walked, he coughed
so violently he could barely breathe. The young woman in purple walked by his
side, her radiant, egg shaped face fraught with concern. Her purple clothes
fluttered about, and a white jade belt wrapped around her waist. She was
tall and slender, with an exceptional figure. Even more unusual, she had
an uncommon distinct air of nobility. Both the old man and the girl are
clearly long accustomed to rank and power. Sue Ye glanced at them, then
looked away. However, just as he was about to leave, he paused,
then turned to look at the long rob elder once more. He instantly
discovered something, and despite himself, a hint of bewilderment flashed through his eyes.
Both the elder and the girl had long since noticed su Ye. At
first, neither of them paid him any heed. But when sue Ye turned
back around to re examine the elder, the girl couldn't help but frown.
A gloomy look came over her beautiful face. Slyin's shifty one look, and
I can tell he's no good. Her pretty features frosted over and she glared
at sue Ye. He was stunned. This girl's got quite the temper.
Zijen, don't be rude. No matter how worried you are about my injuries,
you can't vent your anger on the innocent. The long rob elder's voice
was gentle and kindly. As you conduct your affairs, subdue yourself, and
observe propriety. If it's not proper, don't say it. Only then can
your spirit remain calm, And only then can you avoid the pitfalls of the
heart's six thieves. The girl he called Zigan grimaced, Grandpa, your wounds
are so severe, yet you're still lecturing me. How could I possibly be
in the mood to listen? The elder couldn't help but laugh. Then he
turned to su Ye and briefly cup his fist. My young friend, if
we offended you, I humbly request your forgiveness. As he spoke, he
suddenly broke into another violent bout of coughing. The veins bulged on his forehead.
It was as if he were about to hack up Alung. Grandpa,
you shouldn't talk any more. Zijn's pretty face was frantic and fraught with worry.
She carefully took her grandfather's arm and helped him up. Once we get
back to the city, I'll find the best physician around to tree eat your
wounds. It was then that su Ye interjected, with wounds like that,
an ordinary physician won't be able to save you. If you've delay any longer,
you're certain to succumb to your injuries within three days. Zijin was so
mad her eyes bulged and she roared, what gall are you cursing my grandfather
to die? The elder, however, merely grimaced Zijun, He's right,
my wounds are all but untreatable. That it was as if she'd been struck
by lightning. Zijun sunk into despair, and her voice quivered, Grandpa,
there's no way I'll let anything happen to you. I'll take you back to
the cloud Driver prefectural capital right away. Don't panic, said the long robbed
elder with a smile. The heavens determine our fate. I I spent my
life on the battlefield, and I've long since lost my fear of death.
Then the elder's gaze returned to su Yi, and he asked, in mild
bewilderment, my young friend, might I be so bold as to ask how
you determined the severity of this old man's injuries. Su Yi's impression of him
was rather decent, so he didn't hide anything. A scarlet flush between the
brows, a pallid, bloodless complexion. Yin poison has invaded your lungs.
Combine that with a lingering air of death, and if I'm not mistaken,
you encountered a six severing's yin corps in Mother ghost Ridge. The long robbed
elder was visibly moved. Good eyes. Zu Jin couldn't help but chime in,
something's not right, Grandpa, didn't you say that? In cloud Driver
Prefecture, very few people know that the azure cloud Mountain's Mother ghost Ridge can
give rise to six severing yin corpses. She was right. That was precisely
why her grandfather was so surprised, never mind Gwangling City. Throughout all of
cloud Driver Pefecture, practically no one knew this secret. Yet the youth before
them had, after one look at his injuries seen through their source, sue
Ye said, flatly, discerning, that isn't much I can even say with
certainty that you came here to pluck six yin grass and extreme yang flowers.
Zign's eyes widened, and she asked, without thinking, how could you possibly
know that? The long robed elder's expression changed too. Tidal waves of astonishment
rose within his heart. A youth he'd bumped into by chance, had just
by looking determined both the nature of his wounds and the purpose of this expedition.
Wasn't that a bit too terrified? Ink? How could I possibly know?
That? Su Ye shook his head with a faint sneer. Girl,
don't tell me you don't know that anywhere capable of giving mise to six severing
yin corpses is sure to grow six yink grass. It's a spiritual medicine of
extreme yin and extreme chill. And you know what they say, Yin cannot
exist without yang, and yang cannot grow without yin. Wherever six yink grass
grows, extreme yang flowers are sure to follow. In the nine Provinces of
the Wilds, this sort of thing was common knowledge. Yet it was obvious
that Zijin was too stunted to even speak. Even the long robed elder's expression
filled with unconcealed shock in their eyes, that tall, gought youth before them
suddenly had a newfound, inscrutable air about him.