Demon Extermination Blade First Form: No Demons in the World! Promoted to Chief Elite Disciple

Li Qiming did not hesitate in the slightest; since the talent would become even stronger after fusion, he would definitely fuse it!

Blade Like Wind + Innate Blade Sense + Centennial Swordsman = Blade of Peerless Brilliance.

In an instant.

Li Qiming felt as if the steel blade in his hand had developed a "breath."

All things in heaven and earth possess their own unique frequency; sensing the vibration frequency of a specific object is known as resonance.

"Unity of Man and Blade!"

Li Qiming felt it—the perfect state pursued by countless swordsmen, which now felt as simple as drinking tea or water to him.

He looked at the panel:

[Blade of Peerless Brilliance: A blade talent that appears once every five hundred years. Any blade prodigy with this talent will suppress countless peers of their generation in the way of the blade! Comprehension Level 20.]

"Is it really that awesome?"

Li Qiming was secretly shocked; the fused talent left Chen Ajiu's original blade talent in the dust by a hundred thousand miles.

A thought stirred in his mind.

He looked again at the divine blade technique in his mind...

Although it remained obscure and incredibly profound, it didn't seem quite as difficult anymore.

Although A-Lian had her eyes closed, her heart was like a clear mirror, seeing everything with perfect clarity.

She slowly opened her eyes, her beautiful gaze fixed on Li Qiming, filled with confusion.

Does this kid have something wrong with his brain?

One moment his expression looked pained, the next it was calm, and now, the corners of his mouth were actually curling up.

Has he gone insane?

It seems this top-tier divine blade technique has driven another self-righteous blade-wielding youth mad!

Even the prodigies of Kunlun Mountain, it is said, have been driven insane by this blade technique.

"It seems I am wasting my time."

A-Lian couldn't help but laugh at herself.

She felt she had been truly foolish to hold any hope that this incredibly ordinary youth possessed top-tier blade talent.

"Kid, it's over..."

She prepared to kill Li Qiming with a single strike.

Just at that moment.

Li Qiming slightly opened his eyes.

A flash of golden light flickered in his pupils.

Seeing this mysterious golden light, every hair on A-Lian's body stood on end, and her heart gave a violent jolt!

The next moment.

Li Qiming drew his curved blade and slashed toward A-Lian.

In a trance, A-Lian saw a golden statue, towering between heaven and earth, its expression compassionate yet coldly watching her.

A whisper echoed in her ears: "Demon Extermination Blade, First Form: No Demons in the World."

A-Lian watched helplessly as the terrifying curved blade descended upon her, yet she trembled all over, unable to resist; the fear she felt when facing this blade years ago rushed back like a tide, and a flood of memories surged into her mind.

If she took this blow, would she be able to wake up next time?

Suddenly.

The golden light filling the sky vanished, all illusions shattered in an instant, and the curved blade in the youth's hand lost all its divine power, becoming ordinary once more.

By the time it landed in front of A-Lian, the blade was light and airy, with less force than that of a small child.

She casually raised her hand and easily blocked it.

A-Lian let out a sigh of relief and looked up at the youth.

She saw the youth's face was deathly pale, drenched in sweat, his feet stumbling backward as he nearly lost his footing.

Li Qiming had only comprehended half of this strike, and he could only execute half of it, but even this half-form, which couldn't even be called a full move, had exhausted all his physical strength, spirit, and blood essence; even the Flood Dragon Bloodline in his dantian had withered.

This strike, even if he had only grasped a fraction of its essence, was not something he could use at his current level!

"You..."

A-Lian breathed heavily, truly stunned by the talent displayed by the youth before her.

Even the top-tier prodigies in the major sacred grounds rarely possessed such blade talent!

She had originally only intended for Li Qiming to be able to understand it, but she never expected that in less than the time it takes to burn a stick of incense, the other party would have made such rapid progress!

To think that a magnificent golden phoenix could actually fly out of this humble chicken coop!

For a moment, A-Lian fell silent.

Could Chen Ajiu ever reach this level?

Thinking about it carefully... absolutely not!

She never expected Li Qiming to give her such a massive surprise!

Ten Chen Ajius wouldn't even compare to one Li Qiming!

Looking at the extremely weak youth before her, she finally spoke after a long silence: "How long will it take for you to fully master this blade technique?"

"I don't know." Li Qiming shook his head.

He truly didn't know.

Even though his comprehension of the blade path had improved, he had only grasped a tiny fraction of this Divine Skill Fragment.

Furthermore, the consumption required for this blade technique was simply terrifying.

Even after stepping into the Organ Refining realm, whether he could successfully execute this strike remained a worrying unknown.

Not to mention, he was currently only at the Great Perfection of the Blood Refining realm.

He still had a period of adjustment and a bottleneck to break through before even reaching Bone Refining.

A-Lian withdrew her eager gaze.

She realized she had been acting too impatient.

She had only just remembered that this youth with peerless talent was merely at the Blood Refining realm.

For him to be able to execute half a move of the Demon Extermination Blade was already an incredible feat.

After some thought, she said: "I will give you three years. Within three years, you must break through to the Great Perfection of Organ Refining and thoroughly comprehend the fragment of the Demon Extermination Blade I gave you!"

"Can you do it?"

"I can..."

Li Qiming grinned; did he dare say he couldn't?

"Good, remember your promise. Otherwise, don't blame the blade in my hand for being merciless when the time comes!"

With that, A-Lian's entire body transformed into a mass of black ink, drifting away through the window cracks like a few wisps of smoke.

The empty room left Li Qiming feeling dazed.

Everything that had just happened felt like a hallucination.

Yet, the concrete information of the secret manual in his mind served as a wake-up call that everything was real.

"What exactly is the origin of this witch A-Lian?! Is she human or ghost?"

Li Qiming had many doubts in his heart.

If she were human, she lacked any trace of humanity.

He was more inclined to believe she was a ghost.

Why did she possess such a divine skill?

And what would she do once he learned it?

What was her true purpose, after all?!

He shook his head to clear away the distracting thoughts.

These mysteries were impossible to see through for now.

All he could do was become stronger!

Every crisis and passive situation stemmed from his own lack of strength!

However, before striving to become stronger, he needed to get some rest.

That half-move of the blade technique had completely drained his spirit, physical strength, and blood energy.

Li Qiming just wanted to collapse and sleep.

But he was also incredibly hungry.

Even though he had just eaten...

Forget it, he would eat when he woke up.

The next day.

Li Qiming was woken up by hunger.

He got up and went to the Martial Records Hall dining hall, but he had missed breakfast time, and it wasn't yet time for lunch, so the head chefs hadn't started the fires to cook.

Li Qiming felt flustered with hunger, so he hurriedly walked toward the martial arts hall's main gate, intending to find food on the streets outside.

As he reached the entrance, several figures rushed in.

Li Qiming looked up and couldn't help but be stunned.

The person leading them was none other than the master, Long Wuhui, closely followed by two elders on his left and right, with eight inner disciples behind them.

Everyone carried an aura of baleful energy, along with a faint scent of blood, and several of the disciples appeared to be injured.

Long Wuhui in particular had an incredibly pale face, clearly suffering from a depletion of blood energy and hidden injuries.

"You are... Li Qiming?" Long Wuhui actually recognized him at a glance and called out his name.

"I am, Master," Li Qiming said respectfully and hurriedly.

"I have heard everything from Shen Changsheng. You are very good. Today, find some time to go to the Martial Records Hall to collect the robes and waist medallion of a chief elite disciple."

Long Wuhui instructed.

"Yes." Li Qiming nodded.

Shen Changsheng coughed and whispered a reminder: "A chief elite disciple is practically half an inner disciple."

Li Qiming's heart jolted, and he feigned excitement: "I will keep the Master's cultivation in mind!"

He hadn't really thought about becoming an inner disciple yet, but a chief elite disciple... that seemed pretty good, didn't it?

He had heard before that the position of chief elite disciple had been vacant for a long time; this position could be considered the person ranked first below the inner disciples.

Long Wuhui nodded.

He seemed to suddenly recall something: "Tomorrow, Yang Mang will be promoted to an inner disciple, and we will hold an apprenticeship ceremony. Qiming, you are now one of the core disciples of the martial arts hall, so try not to be absent."

"I will obey, Master."

Li Qiming nodded.

He felt surprised in his heart; he hadn't expected Yang Mang to be promoted to an inner disciple!

It seems that having high talent really is unreasonable.