In front of Divine Edge Cave.
Peering from the entrance, one could see an array of weapons displayed—some shimmering coldly, others rusted and crying for mercy.
The air felt charged, making it seem like any pointy object could nip at your heels, tightening up everyone’s muscles.
Several martial artists emerged from within, all radiating suffocating pressure.
Some were blacksmiths, while others were inner disciples from different peaks.
“What’s the intention behind entering Divine Edge Cave? How long do we have to wait?”
An inner sect steward sat there, diligently jotting down the names of those coming and going.
But when he looked up, he was slightly taken aback.
The young man before him was just too… young.
Li Mo said, “I’ll temper my body for at most two hours.”
The steward blinked a few times and waved his hand impatiently:
“You’ve just entered the bl**d Qi Realm! What are you doing trying to join the fun, silly goose?”
With his keen Observation Realm eyesight, he immediately assessed that Li Mo was fresh in the bl**d Qi Realm.
“The elder Han He has already given his approval,” Li Mo shrugged off the steward’s attitude.
Sure, he might look fierce, but he didn’t seem to harbor any bad intent.
“Elder Han He…?” The steward’s eyebrows twitched in confusion.
“Which peak are you from?” he asked.
“Qunyu Peak,” Li Mo replied coolly.
“Qunyu Peak? Where did this disciple come from…?”
The steward was halfway through his sentence when suddenly it clicked. Oh right! That elder Shang Wu did bring in a true disciple this year.
And, to boot, they were quite talented.
Hmm, wasn’t that disciple in league with the sect leader Ying Bing? They even climbed to the top of the Heavenly Stone Steps together.
What was the name again…?
Suddenly, the steward found himself drawing a blank.
“Please note that down for me,” Li Mo requested, taking out his identification.
Once the steward documented it, his attitude softened as he began to explain:
“If you want to practice, make sure to act within your limits.”
“The first layer has only sharp weapons, many of which have never tasted bl**d.”
“And the fifth layer? Well, that’s where the real killing tools are! Hehe, I’ve slain a notorious pirate, and his kn*fe is hanging out there.”
Given that Li Mo was a true disciple, the steward figured he might actually have something to back him up.
Like that really strong true disciple taken in by Elder Han He—could even brave the fifth layer.
So, he was more than happy to explain.
“What about the third layer?” Li Mo asked curiously.
“Listen here, young man, don’t bite off more than you can chew. The third layer holds renowned blades—these blades are imbued with spirit. If you haven’t reached the Observation Realm, you better not go there,” the steward shook his head, stressing his point.
“I understand,” Li Mo nodded, clasping his hands politely as he marched into the cave.
Instantly, that crawling sensation on his back intensified.
The first layer had quite a few people, some of whom recognized him.
“Li Mo?”
“Whoa, it’s really that Li Zhenchuang!”
“What’s he doing here? Practicing?”
“Hiss… Look at him—pale skin and soft as a marshmallow. He doesn’t seem like someone with a solid foundation. He hasn’t even reached the Internal Breathing Realm. Surely, he doesn’t think he can toughen up without some iron and gold help?”
The crowd was filled with confused murmurs.
But Li Mo clearly had no intention of explaining himself, and breezed past another fifty steps.
“Phew… I’ve finally stopped.”
Li Mo took a long, deep breath.
After fifty steps in this first layer, his skin began to tingle.
Trying to move any further would send his body on the path to irreversible damage.
“Ten more years of martial perception left.”
“First, let’s refine the Eight Spears to enter the gate of martial arts.”
Li Mo mustered his spirit and made a mental leap.
【Ten years of martial comprehension—successfully recorded!】
【In the first year, you’ve mastered Extreme Martial Arts, knowing how to manipulate the sharpness of weapons to temper yourself.】
【In the third year, through intensive practice, you discovered that with proper control, you can even refine your internal organs alongside your body.】
【By the fifth year, you’ve just about grasped Extreme Martial Arts.】
【In the tenth year, your control has matured, allowing you to subtly resonate with a variety of weapons, successfully reaching the meridians.】
【Comprehension complete.】
【You have fully mastered Extreme Martial Arts!】
Suddenly, enlightenment struck.
Li Mo felt the surge of the world’s essence wash over him.
If the pervasive intent of weapon killing were like water, then before, he was just a helpless goose.
As the depth increased, even if the winds calmed, he’d probably drown anyway.
Once he grasped Extreme Martial Arts, he became a surfer riding the waves—not even the fiercest storm could harm him.
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“Temper the body!”
Ke Mo sat cross-legged.
Surrounded by the sharp intent of weapons, he led it into his body.
The sharp aura was dangerous, but under his masterful guidance, not a single scratch emerged. Instead, it meticulously sculpted his body.
You can’t make a jade piece without cutting it!
“Is he actually practicing?”
“How long do you think he can last?”
“I bet less than an incense stick.”
“An incense stick? If he manages a hundred breaths, that’d be impressive!”
“Are none of you training? Why are you worried about him?”
“Hey, I’m a blacksmith here, thank you very much!”
Seeing Ke Mo sitting focused like a meditative monk, some started to speculate.
Others even placed bets on how long this true disciple could endure.
But before any stakes were properly established…
Ke Mo suddenly stood up.
“Whoa, that was under thirty breaths! He’s no good!”
“Locked in my bet! Haha, thanks for the cash, True Disciple Ke Mo!”
“Wait a minute! He’s not going back!”
With that shout, everyone snapped back to reality.
Indeed, this true disciple was not retreating; he continued to stride deeper.
He was about to descend to the second layer.
What the heck?
Was he trying to throw his life away?
“Wait, doesn’t he seem fine?”
“Hiss… This is absurd!”
“What the—he really entered the second layer!”
Everyone was left dumbfounded.
The young man strode with ease, making his way through the first layer’s exit.
In no time, his silhouette disappeared at the staircase’s end.
This wasn’t right.
When they placed their bets, they never imagined something like this would happen.
How’s that going to work?
To be clear, many in the Internal Breathing Realm only stopped at the first layer!
Why was Li Mo treating this like a stroll in the park?
…
“This killing intent from weapons must not be solely emitted by the blades stored in Divine Edge Cave,”
Ke Mo deduced, having stumbled upon an odd clue.
Others might not have noticed, but thanks to his Mystic Yin Immortal Body, he was exceptionally sensitive to this type of aura. If he took up blacksmithing, he’d be on fire.
With this in mind, he felt an even greater urge to delve deeper.
Just as he descended to the second layer.
Lo and behold, the amount of weapons had decreased significantly, yet all sorts of weapons were still present.
Most brandished scars, clearly having seen combat.
His mind suddenly grew heavy, and confusion set in.
An icy sensation crept in, invading his innermost being.
“The intent to k*ll…”
Ke Mo pulled out a calming pill, popped one under his tongue, and the sensation eased.
He took a moment to feel the surroundings.
“I can still go further.”
Ke Mo pressed on.
Another hundred steps forward.
Suddenly, he spotted a figure.
It was another young man, clad in a flowing cloud-patterned true disciple garb, crowned with a golden tiara; his neck bore skin resembling a scale-like pattern.
With a refined face contorted in struggle.
Murong Xiao?
The name popped into Ke Mo’s mind.
So he peeked using the Divine Eye.
【Name: Murong Xiao.】
【Age: 16.】
【Meridian: Ming Jiao Physique.】
【Realm: bl**d Qi Realm, Five Meridians.】
【Destiny: Blue with Black.】
【Evaluation: His father is human; his mother is a transforming dragon. Kind-hearted but heavily influenced by his bloodline. If he can merge the two’s strengths, his future is bright. If the weaknesses collide, it could spell disaster.】
【Recent Encounters: Affected by the intent to k*ll, his demonic nature is reawakening. If not extracted in time, a drastic change in temperament is likely!】
Killing intent on the body?
The last time he checked Murong Xiao’s destiny, it was blue with a hint of purple.
Now it’s turned blue with black!
Clearly, this half-demon true disciple was at d*ath’s door.
One thought leads to heaven, the other to hell.
