Chapter 112 - Arc 8: Wuling Immortal Sect | Chapter 112: Life On Xiaolu Peak

Chapter 112 - Arc 8: Wuling Immortal Sect | Chapter 112: Life On Xiaolu Peak

Translator: Lynn

With a gentle smile, Xu Ziqing stepped forward and addressed Yun Lie, “Yun Shixiong, I’m here.”

Yun Lie nodded in response, his instructions straightforward, “Practice the sword.”

The direct approach of his shixiong didn’t leave Xu Ziqing with much room for questioning. He quickly agreed, “Yes, Yun Shixiong.”

As they reached the center of the dojo, Xu Ziqing conjured a steel and wooden sword into his palm. Yun Lie did the same, holding a simple long sword.

Upon seeing Yun Lie’s ordinary-looking long sword, Xu Ziqing couldn’t help but wonder if it was meant for sword practice. The sword lacked any divine glow or spiritual essence, making it seem like an ordinary weapon.

Seeing Xu Ziqing’s confusion, Yun Lie clarified, “When swinging the sword, you don’t rely on true energy; instead, use it as a way to temper the body.”

Though he didn’t fully comprehend the concept, Xu Ziqing trusted his shixiong and nodded in agreement. He was about to begin practicing with the steel and wooden sword when an unexpected force held him back, preventing him from lifting the weapon.

Turning to Yun Lie, he found him pointing a finger, pinning down the steel and wooden sword.

Slightly startled and puzzled, Xu Ziqing was even more confused when Yun Lie tossed another sword to him, instructing, “Use this sword to hone your skills.”

Accepting the new sword, Xu Ziqing found it heavy without the assistance of true energy. This surprised him.

Yun Lie clarified, “It’s made of thousand-year-old cold iron, weighing three hundred catties.” DiisCoover updated novels on n(o)v./e/lbin(.)com

Comparing his sword to Yun Lie’s, Xu Ziqing noticed the difference in thickness. The sword he held was slightly thinner.

Curiosity got the better of him, and he asked, “How much does Brother Yun’s sword weigh?”

Yun Lie replied, “Nine hundred catties.”

The difference in weight between his sword and Yun Lie’s was astonishing—it was three times heavier! Xu Ziqing clenched the long sword tightly, feeling a tinge of reluctance. However, he knew that he had to trust his shixiong’s judgment; otherwise, he wouldn’t have given him this sword in the first place.

Though he was initially unwilling, Xu Ziqing realized that swinging this sword thirty thousand times would become unbearable. He understood that he wouldn’t be able to switch to another sword until he could handle it as skillfully as his own arm and finger.

He took a deep breath, steeling himself. With renewed determination, he raised his arms and swung down the sword—yet this time, it felt different.

Back in Tenglong Peak’s cave, when he wielded the steel and wood sword, his movements were swift and seamless. That sword felt like an extension of his own body, devoid of any spiritual power but incredibly smooth.

This unique ability was derived from the “Ten Thousand Woods Great Heart Planting Technique” after establishing his foundation, and it was now part of the “Ten Thousand Landscaping Technique.”

Ordinary cultivators could also give life to vegetation, but their creations lacked true vitality. They merely looked the same but were like lifeless replicas. Even after years of exposure to abundant aura, they wouldn’t develop spiritual wisdom like naturally formed plants, let alone practice.

However, the plants produced through the “Ten Thousand Landscaping Technique” were different. This extraordinary method allowed them to possess chaotic nature that could evolve into spiritual wisdom due to the influence of heaven and earth. They were considered one of the myriad spirits under the way of heaven, akin to naturally generated vegetation.

In the past, when Xu Ziqing fused the seeds into his dantian, he could effortlessly stimulate them using the wood energy within his body. But now, he relied on the ability of “Ten Thousand Landscaping Technique” to cultivate the seeds in the mountain, and their sheer number demanded considerable effort and energy.

The mountain was prepared, but now he needed the seeds.

Embarrassingly, Xu Ziqing had collected many spiritual herb seeds in the Linyuan secret realm, and some had also been transformed into his dantian. However, he refrained from uprooting the spirit grasses in the secret realm to avoid depleting them. As a result, he couldn’t transplant them elsewhere. As for the tree seeds, he did have them, but they were all valuable and had specific uses. If he planted them on both sides of the mountain road, it would reveal too much about his resources.

The ordinary spiritual grass seeds he collected, which he could readily exchange in the market, were not kept, but the rare ones were exceedingly precious. He intended to incorporate them into his dantian from the wood in the future, making it inconvenient to use them now.

Hence, when he initially contemplated beautifying Xiaolu Peak, Xu Ziqing found himself at a loss on how to proceed. However, he chuckled, feeling thankful for the person who had proved useful and offered great help.

At that moment, a grey and white spiritual bird swooped down from the sky, accompanied by a black-feathered eagle with golden plumage. Playfully, the two creatures chased each other until they reached the mountains.

The eagle landed on a giant tree branch and let out several calls. Meanwhile, the grey and white spirit bird transformed into a boy, his tall, handsome figure resembling that of a young lad. Although his eyes were nearly colorless, indicative of a spirit cultivator, he appeared quite elegant.

Once Yan Shuang steadied himself, he walked forward calmly, holding a storage bag with both hands and presented it with respect, raised above his head as an offering to Xu Ziqing. “To Mr. Xu, the seeds have already been taken,” he said.

With a smile, Xu Ziqing accepted the bag and replied, “Thanks for your hard work.”

It turned out that when Xu Ziqing was contemplating whether to visit the Zangbao Pavilion for seeds, the little boy in the form of the Shuangyan Bird Bird sensed his concerns and took the initiative to serve him. Collecting a plethora of seeds, he categorized them all before presenting them to Xu Ziqing.

Upon inquiring further, Xu Ziqing discovered that these seeds were sourced from various peaks and birds he had known before, which alleviated his worries. From then on, whenever the seeds ran low, Yan Shuang would provide more, showcasing his remarkable ability to handle affairs efficiently.

Now that he had the seeds, Xu Ziqing continued with his task. He reached into the storage bag, grabbed a handful of seeds, and tossed them into the air. In an instant, the seeds dispersed to both sides and gently fell onto the revived mountainsides.

With a faint blue glow enveloping his body, Xu Ziqing focused his energy on the places where the seeds had landed. In the blink of an eye, countless new shoots emerged from the ground, rapidly maturing into a dense forest. Relieved, he wiped away the sweat from his brow with his sleeve.

Suddenly, a man in white appeared before him.

Xu Ziqing was slightly taken aback. “Yun Shixiong?” he uttered, puzzled.

Shouldn’t shixiong be refining his sword intent at this time? Why did he have time to come here today?

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