Immaculate Sword Body

Unlike the corridor outside the Sword Grinding Cave, the interior was not dark; on the contrary, it was brightly lit.

It was just like daytime outside.

Therefore, both sides of the cave walls could be seen clearly.

"The eighth mural on the left."

Li Gan walked down.

He counted the murals as he went.

These murals looked simple and abstract, as if they had been carved by a powerful sword cultivator using sword qi, possessing a graffiti-like quality.

Yet, Li Gan had a feeling. The oppressive sensation throughout the entire Sword Grinding Cave seemed to originate from these murals, or rather, from the sword marks within them.

Could every mural here represent a sword dao technique? I wonder what is special about the eighth mural, and why Master is convinced that this one contains the Flawless Vajra Method?

Li Gan muttered to himself.

There was also a saying that the techniques of the Seven Main Peaks of the Divine Sword Sect all originated from here.

He walked along the left wall of the cave.

At regular intervals, a mural was carved onto the cave wall.

Finally, he arrived in front of the eighth mural.

"Is this the one?"

Li Gan stopped.

The difference between this mural and the others was that it was more chaotic and disorganized, with lines drawn more haphazardly.

Furthermore, amidst the messy sword marks, there was unexpectedly a simple, abstract little figure.

It couldn't be that just because of this little figure, Master and the previous generations all concluded that this mural contains the Flawless Vajra Method, could it?

Li Gan was extremely surprised.

Thinking of this, he directly unleashed the Heartless Sword Intent he had comprehended.

As the sword intent he radiated touched the mural, the sound of swords ringing echoed in his mind, and even a very strange illusion appeared, as if the abstract, simple little figure on the cave wall had begun to move.

The movements the little figure practiced were identical to the Heartless Sword Art.

The mural truly contained the mysteries of the Heartless Sword Art.

One could only say that the person who created these paintings was godlike, having managed to hide a profound sword technique in such a manner within a mural.

"I can sense it because I have cultivated the heartless sword intent, but how did the founding master originally comprehend the heartless sword art from this mural?"

Li Gan thought to himself.

After sensing it a few times, Li Gan suddenly felt dizzy, and his spirit became unusually exhausted.

He knew it was because he had overused his heartless sword intent, leading to severe mental fatigue.

He immediately communicated with his sacrificial vessel, the chen bell. As a clear, resonant chime rang out in his mind, he felt his spirit lift, and his mind became incredibly clear.

All of his attention was focused on the small figure.

Suddenly, whether it was an illusion or not, he couldn't tell.

The small figure that had been practicing the heartless sword art suddenly changed its movements and struck a peculiar pose.

Subconsciously, like a marionette on strings, Li Gan's body naturally mimicked the posture.

At the same time, the internal qi within his body began to reverse its flow.

Following the figure's movements, Li Gan practiced a brand-new set of motions, and the circulating internal qi began to slowly dissolve as it reversed.

He did not know how much time had passed. When Li Gan finally woke as if from a dream and regained his senses, he felt dizzy and lightheaded, as if he hadn't rested for ten days and ten nights.

Looking at the mural on the cave wall again, he could no longer focus his mind or connect with the sword dao mysteries contained within it.

However, after checking his own condition, a look of surprise appeared on his face.

His internal qi had indeed decreased slightly.

On the contrary, the blood and qi in his body had inexplicably become a bit more abundant.

Suddenly, a thought struck him, and he summoned the system interface to check the latest information.

Host: Li Gan.

Cultivation: Postnatal realm (9th layer 99/100).

Sacrificial Vessel: Chen bell (Dharma 451/10000).

Martial Arts: Sword piercing fist (Perfected), Heartless sword art (Perfected), Immaculate sword body (Entry 1/100).

Martial Intent: Heartless sword intent (Virtual image 31/100).

Secret Technique: Myriad transformation sword qi.

"Immaculate sword body?"

Li Gan looked at the name of the new martial art that had appeared, his heart suddenly surging with excitement.

This was a new martial art he had comprehended from the mural.

Or rather, a flawless vajra method.

To cultivate the immaculate sword body, one needed to use the perfected internal qi one had cultivated as nourishment to feed back into the physical body, until the immaculate sword body was forged.

Once the immaculate sword body was formed, he could achieve the perfect xiantian state.

I wonder how long it will take to train?

Li Gan thought to himself.

However, with the chen bell to assist his cultivation, he imagined it would be much easier.

At this moment, a masked figure walked over. "Junior brother, it is getting dark. You should be heading out."

"Has time passed that quickly?"

Li Gan turned around, quite surprised.

Only then did he notice that the light inside the cave had dimmed significantly.

"It seems you have gained something from contemplating the mural, junior brother."

The masked inner disciple chuckled.

"Senior brother, has there been a result in the competition for the sword seed?"

Li Gan remembered something and suddenly asked.

Since it was almost dark, it was clearly evening.

He remembered that it was still morning when he entered the sword grinding cave. Unknowingly, he had spent a full five or six hours in front of the mural inside the sword grinding cave.

He hadn't even realized it himself.

"The results were out as early as noon," the inner disciple said.

"May I ask which senior brother won the spot for the inner disciples?"

Li Gan asked again.

"Junior brother Nangong Bei from Guiyi Peak," the inner disciple said.

Li Gan had never heard of him.

After all, he never paid attention to inner disciple affairs and rarely interacted with them, so he hadn't heard of a single prominent figure within the inner sect.

"May I ask how to address you, Senior Brother?"

Li Gan asked again.

"You can call me Senior Brother Fu."

The true disciple said.

"Li Gan greets Senior Brother Fu."

Li Gan bowed, then turned and walked out of the Sword Grinding Cave.

This little junior brother is quite interesting. He has clearly comprehended sword intent, yet he doesn't compete for the sword seed or participate in the true disciple selection, only to comprehend this mural?

True disciple Fu Heng looked at the mural, feeling very curious.

As a true disciple, he could stay in the Sword Grinding Cave to cultivate for long periods.

Because this mural was somewhat special compared to the others, he had studied it many times but gained nothing.

On the plaza outside the True Disciple Hall, the crowd had already dispersed.

The battle for the true disciple position had reached its conclusion.

Even though a few inner disciples had yet to emerge from the Sword Grinding Cave, everyone's focus was centered on the newly appointed true disciple.

An old man with a flushed face and stubble stood motionless outside the Divine Sword Hall, like a statue.

At this moment, a figure walked out of the Divine Sword Hall—it was the stout Elder He.

"Old Ghost Zhou, why haven't you given up yet? The true disciple results are already out."

Elder He said with a beaming smile.

Because the newly appointed true disciple, Nangong Bei, was his personal disciple.

Only he knew how high his disciple's aptitude and foundation were.

Although he hadn't comprehended sword intent for long, he was the youngest among the dozen or so disciples participating in the inner sect selection... no, wait, Old Ghost Zhou's disciple seemed to be the youngest.

Therefore, he was not surprised that his disciple had won the position of true disciple.

He had originally thought that the disciple Old Ghost Zhou had spent half his life carefully selecting would be some kind of genius.

Turns out, he was nothing special.

Zhou Buping merely glanced at Elder He, snorted coldly, and said nothing.

Compared to a perfect xiantian, what did a mere true disciple position amount to?