Divine Blade Cave, Murong Xiao with Killing Intent in His Body

Before Divine Blade Cave.

Looking in from the cave entrance, one could see all sorts of weapons laid out inside, some flashing with cold light, others mottled with rust.

The moment it rushed at him, it made him feel as if blades were pressed to his body, his entire frame tightening.

Quite a few martial artists were going in and out, all of them people with powerful auras.

Some were blacksmiths, while others were inner disciples from other peaks.

"What is your purpose in entering Divine Blade Cave, and how long will you need to stay?"

An inner sect steward sat there, recording those who entered and left.

Yet when he lifted his head, he paused slightly.

The youth before him was far too young.

Li Mo said, "Tempering the body and practicing cultivation. Two hours at most."

The steward froze for a moment, then waved his hand impatiently and said:

"You've only just entered the Blood-Qi Realm. What are you doing here trying to join the bustle? Go, go, go."

With his Divine Observation Realm eyesight, he could tell at a glance that Li Mo had only entered the Blood-Qi Realm not long ago.

"Elder Han He has already agreed."

Li Mo did not mind the other party's attitude.

If the man was a little fierce, it did not mean he had any ill intent.

"Elder Han He..."

The steward became startled and uncertain.

"Which peak's disciple are you?" he asked.

Li Mo said, "Jade Cluster Peak."

"Since when does Jade Cluster Peak have a disciple..."

Halfway through his words, the inner sect steward suddenly remembered that Elder Shang Wu seemed to really have taken in a personal disciple this year.

And moreover, one with extremely fine talent.

Mm, apparently he had reached the top of the Heaven-Ascending Stone Steps together with that sect master's personal disciple called Ying Bing.

What was his name again...

For a moment, he truly could not recall.

"Let me record your waist token."

Li Mo took off his waist token.

After the other party recorded it, he nodded, and his attitude softened as he began to introduce things:

"If you wish to practice cultivation, you must remember to act within your ability."

"The first level holds sharp weapons. Many of them have never seen blood."

"As for the second level, those are true lethal blades. Heh, I once slew a River Bandit, and his saber is placed on the second level."

Since the other party was a personal disciple, perhaps he had something to rely on.

For example, that newly accepted personal disciple of Elder Han He's had an inconceivably powerful body and could already descend to the second level.

He was happy enough to explain a few things.

"What about the third level?"

Li Mo asked curiously.

"Young man, don't aim for the sky when your feet haven't left the ground. Stored on the third level are all famed weapons. Famed weapons have spirits. If you haven't reached the Divine Observation Realm, you wouldn't dare go there."

The steward shook his head and emphasized it again and again.

"I understand."

Li Mo took back his waist token, cupped his hands, and walked into the cave.

In an instant, that feeling of bristles on his back grew even deeper.

There were quite a few people on this level, and among them were some who recognized him.

"Li Mo?"

"Whoa, it really is that Disciple Li."

"What's he doing here? Practicing cultivation?"

"Hiss... with that tender skin and soft flesh, he doesn't look like he has any foundation in external hardening. And he hasn't reached the Inner Breath Realm either, so he doesn't need to use metal qi to temper his inner breath, right?"

Everyone was puzzled.

But Li Mo clearly had no intention of explaining himself to the others. As if no one else were present, he walked fifty steps forward.

"Hah... I can't walk any farther."

Li Mo let out a long breath.

By the time he had reached this point, his skin had already begun to sting.

Relying on himself, fifty steps on the first level was already his limit.

If he tried to go any farther, his body would suffer irreversible injuries.

"I still have ten years of martial insight left."

"I'll first bring the Eight-Weapon Slaughter Body to initial mastery."

Li Mo roused himself, and his thoughts stirred.

[Ten years of martial insight successfully infused.]

[In the first year, you studied the Extreme Weapon Slaughter Body thoroughly and understood how to control Weapon Intent to temper your own body.]

[In the third year, after deep practice, you discovered that if controlled properly, you could temper even your internal organs along with the rest of your body.]

[In the fifth year, your Extreme Weapon Slaughter Body reached initial maturity.]

[In the tenth year, your control became exquisitely precise, and in the unseen depths, you could establish resonance with all kinds of weapons. You could now cultivate down to your meridians.]

[Insight complete.]

[You have comprehended the Extreme Weapon Slaughter Body to major mastery!]

In an instant, enlightenment struck.

Li Mo immediately felt as if an entirely new world had opened before him.

If the pervasive sharp killing intent of weapons was compared to water, then before, he had been a landlubber.

Once the water grew deep, even if it was calm and windless, he would still drown.

After mastering the Extreme Weapon Slaughter Body to major mastery, it was as if he had become a wave-rider; unless he met towering billows and raging seas, it could not harm him.

"Temper the body!"

Li Mo sat down cross-legged.

The Weapon Intent surrounding him was also drawn into his body by him.

The sharp aura was extremely dangerous, but under his exquisite guidance, it failed to harm him in the slightest. Instead, it carved and tempered his body.

Jade uncarved cannot become a vessel!

"Is he actually training?"

"How long do you think he can last?"

"I bet less than an incense stick."

"An incense stick? Lasting a hundred breaths would already be impressive."

"Don't any of you train? Why are you always meddling in other people's business?"

"I'm a blacksmith, thank you very much."

Seeing Li Mo sitting there like an old monk in meditation, some people began discussing him.

There were even people making bets on how long this Disciple Li could last here.

But before the betting pool could even be set up, Li Mo, not far away, suddenly stood up.

"Damn, it hasn't even been thirty breaths! He's no good after all!"

"Bets are placed and hands off, haha! Thanks, Disciple Li, for helping me win some silver!"

"Wait, he's not walking back!"

Only after that person shouted did everyone snap back to their senses.

Yes, this Disciple Li had not turned around. Instead, he was continuing deeper in.

Before their eyes, he was about to descend to the second level.

What the hell?

Did he not want to live?

"Something's wrong. He seems totally fine?"

"Hiss... this is damn strange."

"Damn, he really went down to the second level!"

Everyone was dumbfounded.

They saw the young man's steps were light and brisk as he passed through the doorway at the end of the first level.

His back soon vanished at the end of the staircase.

No—

When they opened the betting pool, they had never imagined something like this would happen.

How were they supposed to count this?

One had to know that many Inner Breath Realm cultivators only stopped at the first level.

So why did Li Mo look like he was taking a stroll through his own back garden?

"This sharp, soldier-killing intent shouldn't be coming entirely from the weapons stored in Divine Blade Cave."

"Could there be something else on the lowest level of Divine Blade Cave?"

Li Mo had noticed a few clues.

Others might not have been able to sense it, but perhaps because of his Profound Gate Immortal Physique, he was extremely sensitive to this kind of aura. If he became a blacksmith, he would absolutely be like a fish in water.

At that thought, he wanted even more to delve deeper and explore.

He had just descended to the second level.

There were far fewer weapons in sight, but all eighteen classes of weapons were still present.

Quite a few even had chips in them, clearly having once gone through killing and battle.

He immediately felt his mind sink slightly, his consciousness turning chaotic.

It was as if a chill had invaded the bottom of his heart.

"Killing intent..."

Li Mo took out a Clear Heart Pill, poured one into his mouth, and pressed it beneath his tongue. Only then did that feeling fade away.

He sensed it briefly.

"I can still go a bit farther."

Li Mo continued forward.

He walked another hundred steps ahead.

Suddenly, he saw a figure.

It was also a young man, wearing the white cloud-patterned robes of a true disciple. A purple-gold crown rested on his head, and on the skin around his neck, scale-like patterns could faintly be seen.

His delicate features were furrowed, his expression struggling.

Murong Xiao?

This name surfaced in Li Mo's mind.

So he looked over with the Heavenly Mandate Divine Eye.

[Name: Murong Xiao.]

[Age: 16.]

[Root Bone: Cry-Dragon Body.]

[Realm: Blood-Qi Realm, five meridians.]

[Heavenly Mandate: Blue tinged with black.]

[Evaluation: His father is human, his mother is a transformed flood dragon. His nature is kind and good, yet he suffers greatly from the influence of his own bloodline. If he can combine the advantages of both, his future will be boundless; if he combines both flaws, he will become a scourge to a region.]

[Recent Encounter: Affected by the soldier-killing intent, his demonic nature is awakening. If he is not removed in time, his temperament may undergo a drastic change!]

Killing intent had entered his body?

The last time he looked at Murong Xiao's Heavenly Mandate, it had still been blue tinged with purple.

Now it was already blue tinged with black!

It was clear that this true disciple with the body of a half-demon had already reached the brink of life and death.

One thought to heaven, one thought to hell.