Chapter 77: White Deer Academy, the Flat-Headed Brother Yu Xiaogang Descends! Pointing Out the World!
"That old servant from the lower realm is actually still alive?"
"What?"
Hearing this, the man on the right, who was addressed as senior brother, frowned slightly and looked over.
"I remember he went in seven days ago, right?"
"With his age, plus that messy cultivation filled with impure and filthy aura, logically speaking, he should have been shredded into minced flesh by the killing aura of the Sword Cleansing Pool within half a day."
"Seven days… hehe. That old fellow's bones are tougher than we expected."
The two subconsciously exchanged a glance.
After all, within the Chaotian Sword Sect, the lives of such menial servants were like weeds.
They were not even worth a second glance.
Meanwhile, at the center of the pool.
Chen Xin, who was enduring the torment of converting his cultivation system, had no idea that the two Immortal Masters were already watching him.
At this moment, he was already at the edge of exhaustion.
His once upright, sword-like body had shriveled until it looked like a skeleton.
Not only that, his skin was covered with crisscrossing sword wounds, many so deep that the bone could be seen.
As for the originally majestic nine soul rings, they had completely disappeared, making him look extremely weak.
However, deep within his dantian, where no one could see, a faint white thread of airflow was slowly forming.
And it was completely different from the fluctuations of soul power on the Douluo Continent.
"Buzz!"
As this strand of energy formed, Chen Xin's heart, which had already stopped beating, suddenly gave a powerful thump!
In an instant, a surge of vitality spread throughout his entire body.
"Huff…"
Chen Xin abruptly opened his eyes and woke up again.
Although his current realm was extremely low, not even reaching the threshold of the Blood Transformation Realm, at best, he had only just managed to draw qi into his body and could barely be considered half a cultivator.
But this strand of qi was far more precious than the soul power he possessed as a Rank 97 Super Douluo.
"Su… success?!"
Chen Xin tremblingly raised a hand, sensing the faint power inside his body. A smile uglier than crying appeared on his face.
"Old man… has finally glimpsed this path!"
In the next moment, hope for the path of cultivation rekindled in his heart. Dragging his exhausted body, Chen Xin slowly crawled out of the Sword Cleansing Pool step by step.
But the moment he climbed onto the shore, he felt two lofty gazes fixed upon him.
His heart tightened.
Enduring the pain, he immediately knelt down and performed a deep salute.
"This old servant Chen Xin greets the two Immortal Masters."
Since entering the Chaotian Sword Sect, Chen Xin had gradually become accustomed to bowing and kneeling.
After all, he was now nothing more than an ant. If he wished to survive, he had to learn to lower his head.
"Mm."
The senior brother responded indifferently, looking Chen Xin up and down.
"Not bad."
"With a mortal body, shattering your rings and cultivating anew, you managed to survive seven days in the Sword Cleansing Pool and successfully draw qi into your body."
"Though your aptitude is dull, your heart for the Dao is rather firm."
Apparently in a good mood, he casually took out a three-foot-long sword glowing with green light from his storage pouch and tossed it in front of Chen Xin like trash.
Clang!
The sword struck the ground with a crisp sound. Just that noise alone made Chen Xin's ears ache.
"I am Outer Sect disciple Li Qingxuan."
"My Spirit Sword Residence happens to need a servant to sweep and test swords. Seeing that you cultivate the sword Dao, I'll take you in."
"As for this Greenwood Sword, I obtained it by chance. Though it's a scrap to me, for you, it's a tremendous opportunity. I'll reward it to you."
"Th-thank you, Immortal Master!"
Chen Xin trembled with excitement and repeatedly kowtowed.
Only after the two turned to leave did he shakily pick up the sword.
Shing—
The blade left the sheath by a single inch, and a chilling flash of light instantly illuminated Chen Xin's aged face.
Looking at the patterns flowing along the blade and the faintly broken runes upon it, Chen Xin's heart trembled violently as he swallowed hard.
"Th-this… is scrap?!"
He tried reaching a finger toward the blade.
"Hiss!"
Before even touching it, the fierce sword qi from the edge cut his finger open, causing blood to instantly flow.
"This sword's material is countless times harder than the hardest object in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect!"
"It's even sharper than my Seven Kill Sword!"
"And this… is only a discarded sword from an outer-sect disciple."
"If that's the case, what kind of terrifying weapons must the elders possess after nurturing their swords for countless years?!"
Chen Xin didn't dare think further.
He simply inhaled sharply and silently put the sword away.
Looking at the "scrap sword" in his hand, he suddenly thought of Zhu Zhuqing, whom he had seen on the Sky Screen.
A girl far weaker than him had switched cultivation systems in an instant and even stepped into the half-step Blood Transformation Realm.
Meanwhile, he, a Rank 97 Super Douluo, famed as the number one in offensive power, had been pierced by countless swords in the Sword Cleansing Pool for seven days and seven nights, nearly dying before barely drawing qi into his body.
The enormous disparity left Chen Xin unable to hold back.
He hurried forward and called out.
"Im-Immortal Master, please wait!"
"Hmm?"
Li Qingxuan stopped and turned around with a trace of displeasure in his eyes.
"What else do you want?"
"Do you think the reward is too little?"
"N-no! This old servant wouldn't dare!"
Chen Xin immediately broke into a cold sweat and hurriedly explained.
"This old servant only has one doubt in his heart and boldly seeks guidance."
Raising his head, he asked in confusion.
"We all come from the lower realm. Why is it that some people can easily step onto the cultivation path of this world?"
"They can even directly reach the legendary Blood Transformation Realm."
After pausing for a moment, he said bitterly:
"But this old servant had to endure shattered rings, broken bones, and the torment of cleansing meridians and marrow like hell itself, nearly dying before barely managing to draw qi into the body."
"This old servant is dull. I ask the Immortal Master for guidance."
After speaking, Chen Xin heavily kowtowed and dared not say another word.
Li Qingxuan and his junior brother exchanged a glance.
They were first stunned, then revealed strange smiles.
"Hehe, so that's what you're troubled about."
Li Qingxuan turned around and looked down at Chen Xin as if looking at an ignorant child.
"Old servant, what do you think cultivation is?"
"Do you think simply arriving in this world lets you soar to the heavens in a single step?"
"Heh. The path of cultivation is never that easy."
"Especially for people like you, whose bodies have long been corrupted by the methods of the lower realm. Wanting to break and rebuild to enter the true path of cultivation is even harder."
He paused, then continued.
"As for the person you mentioned, they must have either received guidance from a great expert or encountered some extraordinary opportunity."
"Otherwise, it would never be so simple."
"Reversing everything and directly reaching the Blood Transformation Realm so easily…"
"Such a method likely requires at least a Sect Master-level existence to achieve."
"As for you, old servant, you need not entertain such hopes."
…
Meanwhile, elsewhere.
In the Upper Realm, one of the Three Thousand Provinces, Ling Province.
White Deer Academy, outer courtyard training ground.
This place was quite a famous enlightenment sanctuary in Ling Province. Though it couldn't compare to the lofty Primordial Immortal Court, it still possessed a unique immortal atmosphere.
It was early morning.
The morning glow illuminated several large Dao-comprehension stones, making them glow brightly.
Suddenly—
Boom!
A loud explosion echoed as the previously calm sky suddenly split open without warning.
A golden light descended like a falling meteor and smashed heavily onto the grass beside the training ground.
According to Yu Xiaogang's imagination, he should have descended gracefully with hands behind his back and robes fluttering.
Then he would sweep the scene with a gaze full of wisdom and accept everyone's worship.
But imagination was beautiful.
Reality was cruel.
Bang!!!
As the golden light dispersed and Yu Xiaogang's feet touched the ground, an incomparably terrifying gravity descended like Mount Tai crushing down!
In a single instant, every bone in his body cracked loudly.
He couldn't even maintain a cool pose for a second.
With a loud smack, he fell face-down, limbs spread out, flattened against the ground like a squashed toad.
"Ugh…!"
Yu Xiaogang struggled, opening his mouth to breathe, only to discover that the air here felt as heavy as mercury.
Standing up was impossible.
Even moving a finger required exhausting all his strength.
Not far away, a white-haired old instructor was leading dozens of children around five or six years old in morning training.
Although young, each child was full of vitality, their small faces flushed red. Every punch they threw produced a whistling gust of wind.
"The Blood Transformation Realm requires drawing the essence of heaven and earth into the body to temper flesh and blood."
The old instructor patiently taught them.
"Remember, never rush for quick success. You must carefully comprehend the mysteries of the bone texts, engraving the runes into flesh and blood. Only then can you gain the power to move mountains and fill seas."
While he was explaining the true meaning of cultivation, he heard the disturbance behind him.
After hesitating for a moment, he stood up and walked over with a frown.
"Hm?"
"Where did this strange fellow come from?"
Looking at the middle-aged flat-headed man on the ground, wearing bizarre clothes and wriggling like a worm while foaming at the mouth, the instructor showed a hint of confusion.
"A mortal?"
"No… There seems to be a trace of weak and strange energy fluctuation in his body."
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