Later on, when you pick up this sword, I will already be gone…..
The scene changes.
It seems that due to not being in the City of Divine Beings, the Divine Sword’s spirituality has been affected, causing the subsequent scenes to appear fragmented and broken.
Li Mo can vaguely make out that only hands that have held this sword are shown.
The scrolling fragments of the scene fade away.
Ripping through the scene, there is a chilling sword qi.
This sword originates from an ethereal intent, and even before the sword light shines, it gives one the feeling of already being pierced.
This feeling is familiar.
It is the feeling Li Mo had when he first saw Red Heaven.
The spirituality and mystique of the Divine Sword of the Celestials and the arcane weapon cannot be compared.
Li Mo closes his eyes, releasing his Consciousness Soul, as if in a mysterious way, he sees a figure.
That person is completely dressed in black armor, with their face covered by a black hood, making it impossible to discern if they are male or female, only revealing a pair of cold, emotionless eyes.
The short sword in their palm emits a dim glow, like a stagnant pond.
Their voice also conveys no emotional fluctuations:
“My sword technique emphasizes preparation; it does not reveal itself unless necessary. Once it does, there is no middle ground, only life or d*ath.”
“The sword technique has only one move, named…”
“Unpredictable Scroll.”
Li Mo has heard this name before.
He occasionally heard the storyteller mention it; once, the second killer of the Misty Rain Tower and also the second place on the Qianlong List, with a mysterious trail, unknown to anyone.
The only thing known is that they only know one sword technique, and for their entire life, they only cultivate one sword.
During the times of the Butcher, the Earthly Fiend, and the Heavenly Killer.
To this day, no one can stop this unpredictable sword.
After assassinating a member of the Da Yu royal family, they vanished without a trace. Some say he died, others say he retired, and this sword became a swan song.
Now, this mysterious Unpredictable Scroll, aided by the Divine Sword of the Celestials, reappears in the world.
Clang—
The short sword suddenly emerges, hiding its lethal intent, pure, chilling, even… dazzling, instantly seizing the target’s consciousness in an instant.
An inch longer, an inch stronger; an inch shorter, an inch riskier.
The short sword cannot slash but can only stab. This sword simplifies complexity, interpreting the ultimate danger to the extreme.
“Huh…”
Li Mo squints his eyes, feeling goosebumps on his neck.
He immerses himself in the opposite position of this person.
Though his physique is strong and his Consciousness Soul matches the sky, he still feels intense threat!
He could crush his opponent with one strike.
At the same time, he would also be gravely injured by this eerie, chilling short sword.
If he…
“The intentions left in the Divine Sword of the Celestials are not easy ones.”
Li Mo exhales deeply.
“This sword may seem simple, but it requires transformation from complexity to simplicity. It needs months of practice, every day thrusting the sword three thousand times, each time with the resolve to shatter like jade rather than break.”
“Therefore, even if the sword talent is extremely strong, it still requires meticulous cultivation.”
“Meeting me first, your luck isn’t good.”
The sword intent of the second killer speaks indifferently.
“Only by mastering this sword can one learn the next sword technique.”
“Even those with talents not inferior to mine need at least eight years to achieve a basic level of this sword.”
Eight years.
By then, Li Mo would long be off the Qianlong List.
The Qianlong Conference is about to begin, and he certainly can’t just master this one sword technique.
Fortunately…
What he fears least is meticulous cultivation and wasting time.
[Thirty years of martial arts insights successfully injected.]
[First year, you start pondering the essence of ‘rather shatter than break’ according to the sword technique inheritance, and attempt to thrust the sword in your hand. You thrust over ten thousand times, yet only once does it barely capture the divine charm of the Unpredictable Scroll.]
[Tenth year, you continue ceaselessly thrusting the sword. Now you can swing nine thousand times, with one hundred of them matching the divine charm of the Unpredictable Scroll.]
[Twentieth year…]
[Thirtieth year…]
[Congratulations, you have achieved a basic mastery of the Unpredictable Scroll.]
—
Setting
Traditional Simplified
[Congratulations, Host, due to you mastering another powerful sword technique, your proficiency in the Dugu Nine Swords has also improved, advancing further.]
Boom—
Countless insights surge in Li Mo’s mind, as if he experienced countless sword swings.
Finally, millions of sword swings converge into one.
He opens his eyes.
A faint, pure sword intent flickers.
“…”
The intent left within the divine weapon is ultimately not that of a living person.
It pauses for a moment, seemingly encountering a system crash.
Watching Li Mo for a long time without making a sound.
The sword technique, refined from complexity to simplicity over decades, achieves basic mastery in an instant!
The Divine Sword of the Celestials trembles slightly.
“Next one, thank you.”
Li Mo politely bows to the other party, then smiles at the Divine Sword, his lips curling upward.
Those who look down upon his sword technique talent, got it wrong.
What does it mean to show one’s true self before the sword…
No, before the audience!
Cough, now it’s showing one’s true self before the sword. When the Qianlong Conference begins, it will be before the audience!
—
Noon.
Three hundred years of martial arts insights were used up.
After consecutively achieving basic mastery of multiple sword techniques, Li Mo comes downstairs, exhales deeply, and goes to the kitchen to cook some dishes to relax.
After receiving the inheritance of several profound sword techniques, his Consciousness Soul feels somewhat swollen.
It seems that martial arts insights are also limited.
“Seventeen hundred years left, is it enough to learn all the sword technique inheritances in the Divine Sword?”
Li Mo carries the dishes to the dining hall, feeling somewhat uncertain.
Though he appears to have learned much,
in reality, compared to the sword technique inheritances contained within the Divine Sword, it is just the tip of the iceberg.
Little Li never imagined that after seventeen hundred years of martial arts insights, there would also be times when he felt constrained.
The more sword techniques he masters, the stronger the power he can wield when wielding the Divine Sword.
Just as he was pondering this,
Murong Xiao, Xiao Qian, and others were waiting at the table for dinner.
What caliber of chef does the Biyun Tower have compared to Brother Li?
“Last night’s dream was really strange, unlucky.”
Qin Yuzhi frowned, drinking tea continuously, as if she hadn’t recovered her composure.
“What dream?”
Li Mo was somewhat curious.
Sister Qin is at the seventh realm, how many bizarre things hasn’t she seen in her dream travels? What dream could leave such a lasting impression on her?
“That person’s dream was full of Heavenly Sovereign brand instant noodles. Even now, just thinking about it makes me want to throw up.”
Qin Yuzhi started feeling nauseous again, looking at Li Mo with resentment.
She has been promoting instant noodles in the South Border, and now even in the Imperial Capital, the instant noodles still follow her!
“What’s more annoying is that the person in the dream looks disgusted eating instant noodles, as if he’s about to become immortal.”
“At last, he died, forcing me to end my dream travel.”
“Died?”
Li Mo was stunned, asking about the person’s appearance.
“Skinny, but looks like a bull after eating instant noodles.”
“Lu Zhuang?”
Li Mo froze.
He originally planned to use Lu Zhuang as a clue to figure out what the divine force scattered in the Heavenly Sovereign instant noodles was all about.
Unexpectedly,
the person is already dead.
“Sister Qin, do you know where he died?”
