Discarded Blade, Wang Jie's Fate Rewritten, Breaking Through to Bone Refining!

"Elder Huang, I'm here to choose a cultivation technique... please let me return to the Scripture Pavilion."

Li Qiming surveyed the pitch-black surroundings; he wanted to leave.

"Don't be in such a rush, I have a stroke of fortune to bestow upon you."

As he spoke, Elder Huang raised a finger, and a pale yellow light shot from his fingertip, instantly sinking into Li Qiming's brow and vanishing.

Li Qiming's expression was one of astonishment.

This technique, it felt so familiar...

His brain still ached this time, but he felt as though he had already adapted to it.

After all, he had been mentally prepared.

Soon, a secret manual appeared within his sea of consciousness.

<Kunlun Mountain Demon Extermination Blade Manual General Outline: Volume One Fragment>

Looking at the two identical manuals suspended within his sea of consciousness.

Li Qiming's expression suddenly became strange.

Walking out of the Scripture Pavilion, Li Qiming headed toward the Weapon Hall.

Elder Huang had told him to come back only after he had mastered the Demon Extermination Blade, and then said nothing more.

He had put on quite the mysterious air.

Li Qiming didn't bother to explain anything either; he left the Scripture Pavilion and went straight to the Weapon Hall.

"Weapons are divided into Low-grade, Mid-grade, High-grade, Top-grade, and Treasure Weapons."

The stout steward introduced them slowly.

"Hmm..." Li Qiming thought for a moment and drew the scimitar at his waist. This blade had belonged to a Demon Sect martial artist at the Great Perfection of Bone Refining, and it was his spoils of war.

"May I ask what grade of weapon this is?"

"This? It's roughly a Mid-grade," the steward said slowly after taking a look.

Li Qiming nodded, then looked toward the massive weapon vault. It seemed he would have to choose a High-grade blade as his weapon—no, it should be a Top-grade one!

"Do you have any Treasure Weapons here?"

Li Qiming thought for a moment and asked.

"Are you dreaming?" The steward's face turned pale.

The Weapon Hall had at most High-grade weapons; they didn't even have Top-grade ones, yet this guy was asking for a Treasure Weapon right off the bat?

"Aside from the Elders and the Pavilion Master, who is worthy of possessing a Treasure Weapon? Even the eight Great Disciples cannot master a Treasure Weapon!"

The steward explained.

"A so-called Treasure Weapon is one that has developed a certain degree of spirituality and will automatically choose its master!"

"You think you can just use one because you want to? Who do you think you are?!"

The steward rolled his eyes repeatedly.

Li Qiming sighed inwardly. In truth, he had expected there wouldn't be any, but he couldn't help but ask—after all, what if?

"Heh, if you really want to choose one, it's not impossible... There is a blade here that was used by the Ancestor. It was once an incredibly powerful Treasure Weapon, but later, during a great battle, it lost its spirituality and became a Discarded Blade!"

"Even so, this Discarded Blade is still slightly stronger than a Top-grade weapon! But the Blade Momentum remaining on the blade body will reject anyone else from using it! Unless the Ancestor Long Yingtian himself were to arrive!"

The steward said dismissively.

In fact, even the Pavilion Master Long Wuhui couldn't hold this Discarded Blade of the Ancestor.

After all, the terrifying Blade Momentum of the Ancestor remained on the blade.

Anyone who touched it would be attacked by that Blade Momentum.

That was not a pleasant experience.

The steward did this on purpose, wanting to see Li Qiming make a fool of himself!

He was deeply jealous of Li Qiming.

Who told Li Qiming to become a Chief Elite Disciple at such a young age!

"Oh?" This was the first time Li Qiming had heard of Blade Momentum.

It sounded like a power of the blade path that was even stronger than Blade Momentum.

"Where is this Discarded Blade?" Li Qiming was very interested in it.

Even though he himself suspected that he probably wouldn't be able to take this Discarded Blade, he still wanted to try.

"It's right here. If you have the guts, take it, but I must warn you: if you get hurt, don't blame me!"

The steward first absolved himself of responsibility.

As he spoke, he took a long, dust-covered box from the corner.

He opened the box.

Li Qiming looked inside and saw a long blade covered in rust lying within the box.

He reached out to take it.

He pulled the long blade straight out.

Clang—

In an instant, he drew the blade from its scabbard.

The entire blade was slender, yet it looked exceptionally ordinary.

There were even several notches along the edge.

This was truly a scarred and Discarded Blade.

"Hmm?" Li Qiming looked toward the steward.

The fat steward had already collapsed onto the floor, staring at him with his mouth agape.

"What's with that look?" Li Qiming asked, puzzled.

"You... you... what did you do?!" The steward's speech was slurred as he pointed at Li Qiming in shock.

"You told me to take a look and try it out, so I picked up the blade, drew it, and took a look," Li Qiming said.

"No, why weren't you attacked by the blade intent?!"

"Oh?"

Li Qiming's eyes were also filled with confusion; he hadn't felt any blade intent at all.

He had almost forgotten about that part entirely.

"This blade probably doesn't have any blade intent left, seeing as it's been sitting here for so long," Li Qiming analyzed.

"Heh, in that case, this blade is mine!" The steward's eyes lit up with greed, and he reached out to snatch it.

But the next second.

As soon as his hand touched the hilt.

The steward was swept away by a terrifying blade intent; his fat body flew backward, and he spat out a mouthful of blood with a wail!

"You... you lied to me!" The steward managed to say before he lost his breath and fainted dead away.

"So this is blade intent... Since that's the case, this blade belongs to me." Li Qiming's eyes brightened as he sheathed the long blade and turned to leave.

Li Qiming returned to his room and practiced his techniques desperately, swallowing medicinal pills one after another.

Finally, on the seventh day, he gained complete control over all his strength and blood energy.

Two days later, he made a breakthrough, becoming a Bone Refining martial artist.

"Is this Gang Qi?"

Li Qiming felt a stir in his heart, and a layer of invisible Gang Qi appeared around his body.

He poked at it with a dagger, and the Gang Qi was indeed incredibly hard.

Now that he stood there, an ordinary Blood Refining martial artist couldn't harm him in the slightest.

"After entering the Bone Refining realm, the blood energy in my body doesn't seem as 'full' anymore."

After some thought, Li Qiming felt a stir in his heart.

On the panel, the stored blood energy and cultivation entries slowly vanished.

Soon, all the entries disappeared.

His cultivation surged by fifty years!

His realm skyrocketed from the early stage of the Bone Refining realm, rising layer by layer to the middle stage of Bone Refining!

He had saved years of bitter cultivation in an instant!

"Right, Bone Refining is the process of activating the body's essence; I have only activated one-tenth of the essence within my bones!"

Li Qiming felt he still had a long way to go.

However, his body had reached its limit, sending out a tearing sensation; he could no longer continue to infuse blood energy and cultivation.

In the blink of an eye, another three days passed.

"This won't do. After stepping into the Bone Refining realm, the disadvantage of my inferior aptitude is too obvious; practicing techniques doesn't improve my strength much anymore."

"If I want to get stronger as quickly as possible, I still need to improve my innate aptitude!"

Li Qiming pondered that he still needed to loot corpses.

He arrived at the Contribution Hall.

In the Contribution Hall, disciples could accept missions.

Just then, he caught sight of a familiar figure.

Wang Jie!

"Senior Brother Li Qiming, I heard you were in seclusion. Did you have a breakthrough?"

Seeing Li Qiming, Wang Jie was immediately overjoyed.

"Mm, a small breakthrough..." Li Qiming nodded.

He seemed to recall something. "Right, I mentioned taking you on a mission last time. I happen to be looking to take one on now, so come with me."

"No thanks." Wang Jie shook his head. "Brother Qiming, I still have to thank you. Because you stood up for me and killed Wu Tianlong, all the senior brothers are taking great care of me now."

"They're even... a bit eager to curry favor with me. They've all been vying to take me on missions. My contribution points have already risen to five hundred in this short time! This is all thanks to your reputation, Brother Qiming!"

Li Qiming was stunned.

He hadn't expected the death of Wu Tianlong to have such a deterrent effect.

Come to think of it, it made sense.

No one wanted to offend a terrifying existence capable of exploding a Bone Refining realm martial artist with a single punch.

By standing up for Wang Jie, he had indirectly changed the boy's fate.

Even the surrounding disciples, out of respect for Li Qiming, had to go out of their way to curry favor with Wang Jie!