I have Immortality In The Cultivation World-Chapter 617 - 455: Sudden Increase in Comprehension

Chapter 617: Chapter 455: Sudden Increase in Comprehension

Western Mountains.

Imperial Mausoleum.

Dawn was about to break.

The morning wind blew, causing the pines and cypresses to rustle noisily.

A dark shadow moved across the treetops, light as the wind, hurdling over a dozen tombs before stopping at the mountain peak.

Finding a piece of bluestone, Zhou Yi sat down cross-legged.

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“Failing to kill Old Deer today will make fishing for him much harder in the future!”

Zhou Yi’s brows furrowed; he was uncertain of Old Deer’s fate, but he had to prepare for the worst.

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“Having revealed myself in front of many this time, the secret of longevity is now thoroughly exposed. Even if I am unmatched under the heavens, I can’t fend off the thousands or tens of thousands that might swarm to kill…”

As for killing the so-called prodigy of the blade path, in the eyes of the overseer, it was nothing more than trivial; a huge loss indeed.

“The younger generation today doesn’t understand reverence,” Zhou Yi reflected, reaching into his chest and pulling out a blade manual, flipping through it casually.

The blade manual recorded the unity of man and blade, the core teaching of Ho Cong of the Overlord Blade, annotated by the Blade God Luo Shuo, along with a newly conceived secret technique of blade light.

The most important part was maintaining the unity of man and blade for an extended time, turning an attack technique into a means of escape.

No matter how fast you run with Qinggong, you can’t outpace the blade light, and what’s more, the blade light’s agility, capable of soaring to the heavens and burrowing into the earth, far surpasses that of the human body. If it weren’t for the overseer, no one in the world could have killed Luo Shuo.

“Integrating spirit, energy, and mind into the blade…” Zhou Yi chanted, not overly dismayed, as his True Qi circulated naturally, with blade light blossoming on the surface of his skin.

“The unity technique is unobstructed by matter; mountains, rivers, grass and trees, all can become the blade…”

The blade light grew increasingly bright and dazzling, illuminating the mountain peak before dawn, followed by Zhou Yi’s figure vanishing, a streak of blade light soaring upwards into the sky for dozens of feet.

It then plummeted down, skimming close to the ground for dozens of feet, and slashed into pieces any rocks or tombstones in its path.

Zhou Yi stopped the flow of his True Qi, the blade light extinguished, revealing his figure. He looked at the wooden blade in his hand, his face full of disbelief.

“Did I just master it?”

The overseer had been practicing martial arts since he began, initially using the Epiphyllum Treasure Tome that consumed life span for entry, with low talent requirements, simply requiring one’s willingness to expend life to achieve great mastery.

Later, he practiced the Vajra Indestructibility Divine Skill, which was a brute-force approach. The magnitude of its power solely depended on the amount of True Qi and had few intricacies to contemplate.

On the other hand, the unity of man and blade was a precise and profound martial study, demanding exceptional talent and insight.

A martial artist with peerless talent could achieve unity of man and blade in the Houtian Realm, whereas those lacking in insight could scarcely master it, even as a Martial Arts Grandmaster.

Zhou Yi, long aware that his own talent was nothing extraordinary, had only been unrivaled in the world through immortality, thus he treated the most exquisite martial arts with respect but kept his distance.

Yet now, just by reading the blade manual once, he had actually mastered an supreme secret blade technique.

Such talent and insight were simply heaven-defying!

“Impossible, it’s absolutely impossible!”

Zhou Yi felt no joy but instead was gripped by fear, meticulously recalling his experiences in martial arts cultivation, until he finally noticed something unusual.

“Having severed ties with the Zhou family for over a dozen years, after hearing about their annihilation, my mind became clear and the Sword Technique was greatly improved, having sensed the breakthrough to the Innate Realm, that could still make sense.”

“The two disciples taken in afterwards, without building much affection, easily managed the transformation from emotion to lack thereof…”

Zhou Yi murmured to himself, as if after breaking through to the Innate Realm, his progress in martial cultivation had become incredibly smooth.

Killing a disciple led to a realm breakthrough, merely flipping through a blade manual to master a secret technique, even to the point of killing an Innate Realm grandmaster with a shout, was also a remarkably brilliant strategy.

“There must have been some kind of change in me!”

Zhou Yi had a faint speculation but dared not to delve too deeply into it; it was the very foundation upon which the overseer had established his life.

At that moment.

An ambivalent voice came through.

“Who is this audacious thief who dares to disturb the peace of our Former Emperor!”

Zhou Yi looked toward the source of the voice, spotting an elder in grey clothes with white and hoary hair, holding a broom, sweeping leaves with a rustling sound, and said coldly.

“What on earth, dare to play the role of a sweeping monk?”

As soon as the words left his mouth, Zhou Yi became doubtful, wondering what a “sweeping monk” was.

The elder in grey also failed to grasp the meaning but swung his broom with overwhelming True Qi sweeping forth, “Trespassers of the royal sacred ground shall be executed!”

“Heh heh heh…”

Zhou Yi let out a few strange laughs, his mood was already irritable and now someone had appeared just in time to provide him with relief. His person and blade merged as one, shattering the broom, not giving the elder a chance to react with horror and plead for mercy.

Swish swish swish!

The blade lights flickered on and off among the trees, only stopping after dozens of breaths, finally coalescing back into Zhou Yi.

The elder’s eyes were about to split with fury as he tremulously pointed at Zhou Yi, making hoarse sounds in his throat, blood gushing from his wounds before he exploded into hundreds of pieces with a bang.

Zhou Yi coldly watched the blood and flesh scattered on the ground, feeling quite pleased.

It didn’t matter what the elder’s name was, perhaps he was a strange keeper of the Imperial Mausoleum, or maybe an old eunuch demoted from the Imperial Household Department, but the thrill of indiscriminate killing suppressed the uneasiness in his heart.

“Averse to slaughter? I have no shortage of enemies!”

Zhou Yi pondered briefly before his figure turned into a streak of light and darted toward the capital.

Having just achieved unity with his blade, he had integrated it with the Heavenly Sword Technique. He compensated for weaknesses and derived a Secret Technique to ride the blade lights at lightning speeds, somewhat resembling the light escape techniques of mythical Immortal Gods.

The more so it was, the more uneasy Zhou Yi felt.

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Several days later.

Deep into the night.

Imperial Palace.

Scripture Pavilion.

An old eunuch was handling a lamp, shakily arranging the book scrolls.

“How come there’s a page missing from the Star Sword Technique? Which brat doesn’t cherish these! This volume of Purple Mist Technique should be on the A-shelf, its paths may seem ordinary, but it’s actually a rare Taoist true scripture…”

Suddenly, a draft of cold air blew in.

The window banged open, and the book scrolls fluttered noisily.

Sword Qi flew into the Scripture Pavilion through the window, silvery as moonlight, and went straight for the old eunuch’s neck.

“Hiss!”

The old eunuch sensed the sharpness of the Sword Qi and knew it was beyond his ability to withstand. He activated his True Qi to blow the lamp’s light outwards, scattering flames towards the bookshelves and his figure flickered into three, escaping in different directions: east, west, and south.

“Li’l Liangzi, I do see I’ve been mistaken about you.”

Zhou Yi exclaimed with appreciation as the sword light swept away all the flames, landing and taking human form.

Upon hearing the familiar yet strange address, two fleeing shadowy figures dissipated, while the shadowy figure to the east slowly solidified and fell to the ground on his knees, crying tears of joy.

“Son pays his respects to Foster Father!”

“Hmm.”

Zhou Yi had no interest in exploring whether Li’l Liangzi’s loyalty was genuine or not; in his eyes, there was no longer any distinction between loyalty and betrayal. As long as one obeyed and got the job done, they could be of use regardless.

“I’ve taken in scores of foster sons, and you’re mediocre in talent and vision, never standing out. Who would have guessed you’d survive to the end? It seems you’re not far from reaching the Innate Realm now.”

Years earlier, Li’l Liangzi had entered Zhou Yi’s service, tasked with monitoring Eunuch Jing, and later became a caretaker of the Scripture Pavilion.

Through the many storms in the palace, Zhou Yi had weathered several falls and rises, hiding in the pavilion and luckily surviving.

“It’s all thanks to Foster Father’s grace.”

Li’l Liangzi was apprehensive, unsure of Zhou Yi’s intentions for coming here and obediently said, “Your son knows his talent is mediocre and never harbored hopes of breaking through to the Innate Realm. Spending my idle days reading and reciting scriptures, somehow my martial skills have continued to improve.”

“You indeed stumbled upon a good fortune!”

Zhou Yi nodded slightly, well aware that Li’l Liangzi was in the phase of unconscious cultivation. With a few more years, he would be able to sense the energy of heaven and earth.

“Since you’ve been here so long, fetch the very best of the martial arts manuals, and save me the trouble.”

“Your son obeys.”

Li’l Liangzi let out a breath of relief, sensing from Zhou Yi’s tone that there was likely no threat to his life, and bowed down to take a lamp from the side, not daring to lift his head to look at Zhou Yi’s face.

He feared that seeing a young face would stir up inappropriate thoughts and reveal an envious look, which would seal his doom.