Divine Will, Refinable!

"What terrifying killing intent! What is this?"

Liang Qisheng's heart shook violently.

He had never expected this blade to be so bizarre.

It was far too sinister.

The demonic sound drilled into his ears, killing intent surging forth.

Unknowingly, a violent aura slowly rose from within his heart.

In fact, even he himself was unaware that at this moment, his pupils had already been tinged with a hint of blood-red.

One must understand, Liang Qisheng was no greenhorn whose hands had never seen blood. His temperament was steady, and the lives he had taken numbered at least several dozen.

Although these people were all heinous villains, it at least proved that his martial will was formidable, unmoved by external forces.

But at this moment, as the Decapitation Ghost Blade trembled on its own.

Liang Qisheng's entire body was wrapped in a dense Sha Qi. Anyone approaching him would feel a bone-deep chill.

He had cultivated the Decapitation Blade Technique, building up a strong resistance to killing intent.

Yet when he gripped this Decapitation Ghost Blade tightly, seven blood-red "Kill" characters struck the eye, converging within his mind.

They seemed to transform into a massive stone stele, upon which seven "Kill" characters were carved.

In a daze, it felt as if countless demons and monsters had appeared.

And before the Seven Kill Stele, rolling blood coalesced into a colossal, sky-obscuring blood-red skull, roaring forth.

Killing intent filled the wilderness, spreading throughout his body.

With Liang Qisheng's body as the center, a terrifying suction force erupted, as if trying to suck all his consciousness into it.

"How is this possible? All these years, this demon blade has been quiet."

"...This little brat is only holding the blade for the first time, yet it triggers such a strong reaction from the Seven Kill Blade?"

"...This is truly a ghostly sight!"

At this moment, seeing the Decapitation Ghost Blade in Liang Qisheng's hand trembling unceasingly without anyone controlling it, as if stirred by something, exuding a chilling, sinister killing intent like a sentient being.

Senior Brother Zhao Hu beside him was dumbfounded, his mouth agape, and he quickly stepped back.

"Not good, this blade is too sinister."

"If this continues, my consciousness will be devoured by this Decapitation Ghost Blade."

Liang Qisheng's gaze sharpened, sensing trouble ahead.

His face tightened, the veins on his forehead bulging.

At this moment, he felt his consciousness being slowly drained away.

Suddenly, a familiar sound rang in his ears.

Ding!

"Decapitation Ghost Blade, slaughter fills the wilds, blood soaks the blade body."

"A senior expert, before dying, left a martial will within this blade using his own blood, bones, and lingering thoughts. It gathers without dispersing, uses people to nourish the blade, gradually becoming sentient, forming its own demonic nature..."

"Divine Intent Seven Kills, exchange Merit Points, can be refined!"

This voice, to Liang Qisheng at this very moment, was like music from heaven.

His consciousness sank into his mind.

Immediately, he saw that string of data.

"Name: Liang Qisheng

Realm: Flesh Refining.

Lifespan: 68 years.

Techniques: Black Tiger Fist 79%(+)

Decapitation Blade Technique 99%(+)

Auxiliary: Hundred Herb Scripture!

Merit: 159!"

Since it could be refined, that meant Merit Points could be used to add points.

Sure enough, when he saw the suffix "99%" behind Decapitation Blade Technique, the extra "(+)" began to shine brightly.

Liang Qisheng had already cultivated the Decapitation Blade Technique to 99%, but unfortunately, adding more Merit Points afterward had been like throwing a stone into the sea—the points required were far more than he had imagined.

He had temporarily given up and not continued to break through this blade technique.

But now it seemed that adding Merit Points could allow him to devour this Seven Kill will through the Decapitation Blade Technique.

Now the plus sign had finally appeared, filling Liang Qisheng with immense joy.

"Add points!"

"...Put them all on!"

Facing the terrifying, ever-strengthening pull of the divine "Seven Kill Stele," he paid it no heed, frantically piling on points.

The original "159" Merit Points plummeted like water.

The speed of the drop shocked Liang Qisheng, his heart trembling with fear that these Merit Points wouldn't be enough.

"If I'd known it would come to this, I should have chopped off more heads back at East Street Execution Ground."

"Better yet, I should have held out another month and kept stockpiling Merit Points."

Fortunately, the thing he dreaded did not happen!

Under Liang Qisheng's watch, after the Merit Points dropped to 40, the addition continued but slowed drastically.

Point by point, they climbed upward.

Only then did his taut nerves relax slightly.

"What's so special about this guy's constitution?"

"To make the Ghost Blade vibrate and stir up such a commotion?!"

Standing to the side, Senior Brother Zhao Hu stared at Liang Qisheng, who had been motionless for a while yet whose Sha Qi and death aura grew ever denser, his mind filled with shock and uncertainty.

At this moment, he was also a bit baffled.

This wasn't his first time leading someone through the Decapitation Ghost Blade's trial—it was an old tradition of Yama Gate.

It was also a rule left behind by the old executioners.

The Decapitation Ghost Blade, a treasure passed down by Yama Gate's predecessors, had killed too many, its murderous nature too heavy, gradually gaining sentience.

Because it couldn't be controlled, it had become a demon blade.

But it was still a genuine treasure blade of the executioner lineage.

Generally speaking, only disciples who had cultivated the Decapitation Blade Technique to the point of unity between mind and blade, able to borrow the blade through human control, had the chance to touch it.

As for other outer disciples, they had never even heard of it.

This could be called a secret of Yama Gate.

Though the trial was agonizing and tormenting, it wasn't actually very dangerous.

If the blade-holder couldn't hold on, Zhao Hu would personally step in and disrupt the process.

After all, those who could pass were few and far between.

Most of the attempters would fail.

But the impact on the person themselves wasn't as severe as one might imagine.

Generally, it was mental trauma—they'd lie in bed for ten days or half a month, then be back on their feet, full of vigor.

But he had never seen the Decapitation Ghost Blade move on its own, without anyone controlling it.

And the blade's nature and killing intent were fully activated, its terrifying murderous aura descending to the point where even he had to keep his distance.

In this situation, if he forcefully intervened and rashly interrupted, Liang Qisheng would suffer a severe mental backlash from the Decapitation Ghost Blade.

At best, he'd be bedridden for years to recover.

At worst, his mind would be shattered, turning him into an idiot or a madman.

In truth, Zhao Hu was following the rules, and nothing he did was improper, but he never imagined that in just three months, Liang Qisheng had pushed the Decapitation Blade Technique to 99% through point addition, on the verge of breaking through to Great Perfection.

Meanwhile, the Decapitation Ghost Blade itself contained a martial will left by a senior expert of Yama Gate, its killing intent condensed into a spiritual imprint within the blade's embryo, originally meant as a legacy.

Now, Liang Qisheng's bone structure, age, and his nearly perfected 99% Decapitation Blade Technique met the conditions, triggering this activation and automatically awakening the blade's inheritance.

"This situation has changed—I'm afraid I'll have to ask the master to decide!"

Zhao Hu sighed, knowing Liang Qisheng's fate was uncertain, and was about to leave to call for Master Old Executioner Chen.

Suddenly, a sharp blade aura shot out from behind him.