Asura God Is Feeding Me? Everyone, Time to Run.

The moon shone bright and the stars were sparse. Inside the Spirit Hall palace, Luo Jiuyou had no mind for sleep.

He came to the small courtyard, sat cross-legged, and prepared to summon his martial soul—the Asura Demon Sword.

Tonight, he had sensed something.

Something deep within his martial soul was calling to him.

Closing his eyes, he sank his spiritual power into his body.

Within the Asura Demon Sword, he discovered a blood-red crystal.

The crystal was crimson throughout, its surface covered in dense runes unlike any writing found on Douluo Continent.

The crystal turned into a streak of light and entered his brow, its contents engraving themselves into the depths of his soul like a tidal wave.

Asura Purgatory Technique.

Use killing intent as the guide and fighting spirit as the flame, tempering body and spirit through endless battle.

Upon reaching minor mastery, one could condense the Three-Headed Eight-Armed Dharma Form, attaining an indestructible body.

Injuries could rapidly regenerate, resistance to spiritual control-type soul skills would become extremely high, and killing intent could be made tangible and transformed in countless ways.

Luo Jiuyou opened his eyes, almost certain that this was the Asura God's doing.

That warm current during his awakening had raised his level ten God-given Soul Power to level twenty.

The blood-red crystal had most likely been stuffed in at the same time.

The corner of his mouth twitched. Seriously? You already want to run away?

You weren't this eager when you were raising Tang San.

But on second thought, having a God King who did not want to work and was ready to run at any moment spoon-feeding him opportunities seemed pretty good.

He had originally planned to develop steadily—be Careful Superman first, then become Happy Superman once his strength had matured.

Now, it seemed that God King was even more impatient than he was.

He stretched out his hand, and the Asura Demon Sword emerged from his palm.

With a thought, the palm-sized blood-red sword expanded into a two-meter-long crimson greatsword.

It was broad and entirely blood-red, covered in dark golden demonic patterns. A blood-red demonic eye was embedded in the hilt, radiating a suffocating aura of slaughter.

He froze for a moment.

A two-meter-long greatsword was a little too enormous.

The next moment, the Asura Demon Sword slammed directly into the ground.

"Boom—"

The bluestone slabs in the courtyard shattered in response, fragments flying everywhere as the sword forcibly smashed out a crater.

Luo Jiuyou stared at the Asura Demon Sword on the ground.

He knew the Asura Demon Sword was the Asura God's weapon. Among divine artifacts, it was classified as an ultra-heavy weapon, weighing one hundred thousand jin—second only to the Sea God's Trident's one hundred and eight thousand jin.

But that was a super divine artifact in the hands of a God King. This was only its martial soul form, so why was it this heavy?

That drop had been less than half a meter, yet it had cracked the bluestone slabs. It had to weigh several thousand jin at minimum, right?

But he quickly thought of the Sea God's Trident: it weighed one hundred and eight thousand jin to others, yet only one hundred and eight jin in Tang San's hands.

What kind of joke was that?

How could a six-year-old child possibly lift it?

If the Asura Demon Sword had a similar trait...

He bent down, gripped the hilt, and tried to lift it.

The next moment, the greatsword seemed to lose all weight, and he raised it effortlessly.

He spun it in a flourish, then tossed it away.

Bang.

Several more bluestone slabs were smashed apart.

The corners of his mouth slowly rose.

So that was it.

It was light as a feather in his hands, but once it left his control or struck an enemy, its true weight would be fully unleashed.

This was practically a perfect passive skill.

Who would have guessed that the blood-red greatsword wielded by a six-year-old child weighed several thousand jin?

If someone underestimated him, thinking a sword a child could swing could not possibly be that heavy, then their fate...

Luo Jiuyou could practically picture an enemy being smashed senseless by a single blow.

And according to the growth pattern of the Clear Sky Hammer, each additional soul ring would greatly increase its weight. The Asura Demon Sword would only grow heavier and heavier.

Another ripple came from the sword: aside from being light as a feather, the sacred sword's true weight could also be actively adjusted.

Its current base weight was three thousand jin. The master could release part of that weight as needed to suppress himself and temper his Soul Power.

Luo Jiuyou's eyes lit up.

Wasn't this Xiao Yan's Black Heavy Ruler from next door?

Incredibly heavy, suppressing fighting qi?

No, for him, it suppressed Soul Power.

He gradually released the weight until it reached the two hundred jin he could bear.

He began swinging it with difficulty, the Soul Power within him circulating extremely slowly under the suppression of its killing aura.

If he trained like this day after day, then once the restriction was removed, his speed and strength would soar.

He planted the sacred sword beside him, sat cross-legged again, and prepared to try the Asura Purgatory Technique.

Following the technique, he immersed his spiritual power, and the darkness before his eyes suddenly split apart.

He stood upon a boundless blood-red wasteland.

The sky was dark crimson, the ground cracked, and lava-like red light surged through the fissures.

In the distance, Asura Ghost Soldiers condensed from killing intent held sharp blades. Their faces were ferocious, and they radiated killing intent no weaker than that of hundred-year soul beasts.

This was a spiritual trial ground.

He looked down and found a blood-red greatsword in his hand.

A projection of the Asura Demon Sword.

The first ghost soldier charged at him.

He instinctively swung his sword to block, but the body he had just formed from spiritual power was far less agile than his physical body.

On top of that, the sword in his hand was incomparably heavy, and the first blow sent him stumbling back several steps.

He gritted his teeth and steadied himself.

Since this was training, then he would train properly.

He did not use the light-as-a-feather trait and instead endured the weight head-on.

In his previous life, he had learned Eight Windbreaking Blades from an old man.

It was a saber technique passed down through the Red Army ranks—fierce, domineering, and every strike aimed to kill.

At least, he had some basic weapon skills.

Sabers and swords shared common principles, and that fierce, domineering style was perfectly suited for a heavy sword.

With a twist of his wrist, he slashed diagonally and cut the ghost soldier in two. The ghost soldier turned into blood-red motes that entered his body, and his spiritual power increased by a trace.

"This Asura Purgatory Technique can actually increase spiritual power through battle!"

His eyes lit up as he looked toward the distant ghost soldiers, his gaze full of fighting spirit.

These ghost soldiers were his spiritual power nourishment!

Dragging the heavy Asura Demon Sword behind him, he charged straight ahead.

Methods for using heavy swords that he had read about before flashed through his mind.

Move with the sword, learn to borrow force, and use inertia.

When he charged before a group of ghost soldiers, he abruptly lifted the Asura Demon Sword upward. Borrowing the inertia of the greatsword, his entire body was carried into the air.

Midair, he twisted his body, gripped the sword with both hands, and viciously chopped downward.

"Boom!"

The blood-red blade smashed into the ground, and a crimson shockwave violently erupted in all directions.

The surrounding ghost soldiers exploded and turned into motes that merged into his body. His spiritual power rose by another chunk.

The sword in his hand also became a little lighter.

"Hehe, it really can be used like this."

"This Mountain Crash Strike is pretty fun."

He fought more and more wildly—dragging the sword, sweeping horizontally, spinning into slashes, thrusting, smashing the ground—blending Eight Windbreaking Blades into his heavy sword as he charged back and forth among the ghost soldiers.

When the mood struck, he imitated Silver Light Falling Blade again.

He leaped into the air, the sword tip angled downward at forty-five degrees, and crashed down like a meteor.

Sword qi exploded across the ground in a small killing shockwave, knocking the surrounding ghost soldiers into the air.

Then, wielding the Asura Demon Sword, he swept horizontally.

He cut all the ghost soldiers apart.

But more and more ghost soldiers appeared.

The number grew from several to dozens.

He began to suffer injuries. The sharp agony of his spirit being slashed pierced straight into his soul, ten times worse than physical pain.

He truly experienced the dangers of the Asura Purgatory Technique.

Ordinary meditation methods nourished spiritual power, but this technique placed it in mortal danger before allowing it to be reborn.

Every injury was like quenching iron, making his spiritual power more solid.

But the killing intent was also eroding his mind.

His eyes gradually glowed red, and only one thought remained in his mind.

Kill! Kill everything!

Just then, the Asura Demon Sword trembled slightly.

A cold sword intent spread from the martial soul, like a basin of icy water poured over his head, forcibly suppressing the rampaging killing intent.

Luo Jiuyou suddenly woke up and gasped for breath.

This was why the Asura Purgatory Technique had to be cultivated by the holder of the Asura Demon Sword.

Without the sacred sword suppressing the killing intent, the cultivator would have long since fallen into qi deviation and become a madman who knew only slaughter.

"Still... I just haven't tempered myself enough. If I'm weak, I need to train more!"

He raised his sword again and began slaughtering madly.

God Realm.

Asura Temple.

"Not bad. That child truly is outstanding."

"Who says killing affects one's will? If you're weak, train more! Only when one's will rises above killing intent and becomes the master of the path of slaughter is that the true Asura path!"

The Asura God watched Luo Jiuyou in the purgatory realm with increasing satisfaction and burst into laughter.

Good child, grow quickly.

More than an hour later, every ghost soldier in the purgatory realm had been cleared out.

Luo Jiuyou's spiritual power was nearly exhausted. When he left meditation, he was drenched in cold sweat, his clothes soaked through.

But he could clearly feel that his spiritual power had grown by far more than a small amount compared to before his training, and his Soul Power had become more solid and sharp.

"Wonderful!"

He stood up, intending to bathe and rest.

His spiritual power had been overdrawn. He needed proper rest and a good sleep to recover.

As he left,

A burly figure with long golden hair draped over his shoulders silently watched in his direction.

Qian Daoliu.

"Ji'er has clearly not yet taught that child any meditation method, yet he is already cultivating.

"Whose godly weapon is the Asura Demon Sword, exactly?

"Why does that god seem even more anxious than I am, his teacher?"

Qian Daoliu could not make sense of it no matter how hard he thought.