White Tiger Geng Metal Blade

On the banks of the White Egret River, wind and rain darkened the sky.

Jiang Yuechu stood motionless in the rain, letting the blade intent rampage through her sea of consciousness. At last, like a hundred rivers returning to the sea, it flowed gently into the depths of her memory.

Within her dantian, the Ink-Pattern Golden Core hummed and trembled.

A wisp of true qi surged through her meridians without the slightest obstruction, then burst from her body.

"Blade aura..."

Was this the greatest difference in Ink-Point Realm martial arts?

Before entering the Ink-Point Realm, no matter how vigorous one's blood or how abundant one's true qi, one remained bound by the limits of mortal flesh.

But once one entered the Ink-Point Realm, true qi could become aura and leave the body to kill.

Taking a head from a hundred paces away was no longer an empty boast.

"Good stuff."

Jiang Yuechu voiced her approval.

With a thought, the panel appeared.

She poured in all twenty-seven hundred years of Dao Cultivation she had gained from killing the White Salamander.

[Consumed four hundred years of Dao Cultivation. White Tiger Geng Metal Blade advanced to Proficient.]

[Consumed five hundred and twenty years of Dao Cultivation. White Tiger Geng Metal Blade advanced to Minor Mastery.]

[Consumed six hundred and eighty years of Dao Cultivation. White Tiger Geng Metal Blade advanced to Major Mastery.]

In the blink of an eye.

Sixteen hundred years of Dao Cultivation had evaporated.

A stab of pain shot through Jiang Yuechu's head. For the first time, she felt as though her body could not bear it.

She drew a deep breath and forced down the discomfort.

Even with a talent as well suited to blade techniques as Yin Law Granted by Heaven, she was still somewhat out