Chapter 62: Chapter 62 Taiyuan Shrine

Translator: Exodus Tales  Editor: Exodus Tales

“This sword intent is a little weird, and a little difficult. However in seventeen days time, I could certainly have removed it many days ago. Did you think I kept it for nothing? It was obviously for you to take a look at!”

Zhao Yanran scoffed, raising out her hand without any courtesy, “Hand it over! Twenty Foundation Training pills, twenty Snow Spirit pills, five Soulfire pills, one Snow Soul Nameless sword! Keeping this sword intent for so many days, I have done well for you.”

The woman wasn’t annoyed, causally swiping at that black wound, only to see a weird ripple appear in the air around it.

Coincidentally, there were a few flies that passed through the area. They were hit by the ripple and instantly fell onto the ground, devoid of life.

Moreover, within ten feet, all the wild grass lost all signs of life.

“Crazy girl, you should be thankful you weren’t rash and that I came at the right time! If you didn’t remove it, there would be several problems for you!”

While speaking, the woman looked at her with praise while glancing at the withered grass on the ground, “What great sword intent! I have never seen it before, or heard of such before. Sure kill, bringing with it a thick aura of death. Luckily his cultivation isn’t enough and his sword intent hadn’t formed up. If not, you would have died a lot earlier!”

Zhao Yanran was startled, touching her neck in fear. Learning the effects of not dealing with the wound, although it wouldn’t do much to her, she couldn’t help but be astonished once more.

The air around them instantly stopped, giving off a feeling like there was not enough air to go around. In the next moment she said confidently, “So what? To be able to achieve such a level of sword intent hidden within the sword, old demon witch, aren’t you really happy? You must be laughing, right? Don’t try to hide it from me, I can see it! In this world who is more suitable than him to learn your Taiyuan Sect’s Luminous Spiritual Energy Sword?”

The woman only, face-palmed, “My sister was so intelligent, but why did she accept such a disciple like you? If you continue to be so rude, although I wouldn’t eat you up, I will throw you into the Jianan Hole. I believe those monks would be so delighted to try to change a demon like you!”

Zhao Yanran’s eyes contracted immediately, her face finally showing fear. She wasn’t afraid of anything in this world… except listening to those monks and their chanting.

Zhao Yanran’s eyes shone, revealing a strong sense of doubt. “Senior master, do you know how to write the word ‘trust’? It is not that I don’t trust you, but whatever you said you have never done, so…”

In the end she was still a little terrified, so she stopped calling her an old demon witch. The woman’s cheeks had flushed red, it was obvious that her embarrassment had turned into rage, coughing awkwardly before her eyes suddenly turned cold.

“Stop the crap, where is that person now? What is his surname and name? Where did he come from? If I can’t find him, it won’t only be the Jianan Hole, it will be the Shanming Temple!”

Zhao Yanran’s face turned ashen white once more. However her brows raised, not wanting to lose out. “That person wasn’t even interested in that Lingyun Sect, he might not want to join your Taiyuan Sect. With his qualities, can’t he enter any sect or faction he wanted?”

“Lingyun Sect?” The woman in red burst out laughing, proudly scoffing, “It is just a sect with a Shrine at the end of its road. My Taiyuan Sect controls the Third and Seventh Shrines! It is not his choice! Whoever dares to fight with me for him, I will destroy them!”

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Within Black Dirt Swamp, thin rain fell continuously. Thousands of miles away, it was all sunshine.

In these last ten days, Zong Shou’s cultivation area had changed from within the carriage to its roof, occupying Xue’er’s ‘territory’.

The marrow and bones of a person, were warm in nature, the source of yang energy in the human body. But as it was also located at the deepest part of the human body, accumulating day by day, so it would often accumulate a lot of cold Yin energy.

Hence when one trained the marrow and the bones, the best place would be to choose somewhere the sun was prevalent. With the support of the sunshine to chase away the cold energy, the effectiveness of training the marrow and bones would be raised.

As for this training technique, Zong Shou chose a secret legacy method from the monster race, Great Blazing Sun Fist.

In his memory, this was the best marrow and bone training technique passed down within the monster race. In ancient records, it was regarded by numerous martial cultivators to be the peak of related methods, and even had a suppressive advantage.

The human race rarely cultivated it in the future. Human bodies and monster bodies were different and thus the effectiveness differed, too.

Since Zong Shou had awakened his monster body, naturally it was appropriate for him to use this fist technique. He decisively threw away the other top class marrow training techniques and directly chose this one.

Different from the Spiritual Breathing Fist, this Great Blazing Sun Fist was intense right from the get-go. On the carriage roof, it reverberated strongly with the passing wind, causing loud ringing in the air.

Zong Shou’s footsteps were now in a different style and really nimble.

The carriage had long exited the Black Dirt Swamp and entered a hilly area. The body of the carriage shook and went up and down with the landscape.

Zong Shou was unaffected in any way. It was like his legs had suction cups to hold him onto the roof of the carriage, like he was walking about freely on land.

Chuxue looked on by his side quietly, her eyes unblinking as she watched. Even Yin Yang, who was driving the carriage, would spend most of his time looking back and observing Zong Shou’s fist techniques.

Although the two of them had long passed this stage, they knew that this moment was a rare chance.

Not only was the fist technique a rarely seen special art, the martial path theories that Zong Shou displayed when he trained the fists were really deep.

The strength of the fist became softer and softer as he trained, in the end it was a total opposite of the initial tough and intense rhythm at the start. It was instead really similar to the Spiritual Breathing Fist at the beginning, soft like a sponge.

Yet, whenever the fist was shot out, it would cause a ringing in the air, the strength within it wasn’t so obvious. As the carriage was travelling swiftly, the wind that arose was limited to several feet away.

Su Chuxue couldn’t understand much, but knew that nothing would go wrong if she learned from Young Master. To this date she still remembered his heroic aura when he defeated Zhao Yanran in seventy-six moves and broke the eighteen sword puppets on the Sky Sword Platform.

Yin Yang’s eyes were getting brighter and brighter. His hand couldn’t help but move along with Zong Shou’s fists. The surrounding air was also unsettled, spiritual energy rumbling, but was suppressed by an invisible layer that he was unable to break through.

After less than ten minutes, Zong Shou finally fell from lack of energy. This Great Blazing Sun Fist used up a lot of stamina, and being able to last thirty minutes was already the result of his soul power increasing, suppressing his dual meridians and largely improving his body.

“The Foundation and Breathing Meridians being stable really have many benefits. I used just seventeen days, and my marrow training is at the final step! To complete this step I spent a full year in my last life!” he murmured to himself sadly..

Using up three Seven Spirit Foundation Training pills at once left Zong Shou’s foundation energy at its strongest. This marrow training also fell into place. The hundreds of bones in his body felt like they had warm embers inside providing a lot of vital energy for his body.

He just needed three more days to truly melt out all the accumulated cold Yin energy from his bones and marrow…