Tianquan Recognizes Its Master, One Sword Strike Slays a False Nascent Soul

"Fuck you, you want to kill me? Dream on! I'm your Grandpa Jin!" A powerful flame burst from Jin Pang's body, enveloping both him and Qin Chuan.

At the same time, the powerful force of the flames drove back the two False Nascent Soul Stage wolf demons, scorching their claws.

The two wolf demons were only at the False Nascent Soul Stage. They had yet to become true Nascent Soul demonic beasts or develop intelligence, and demonic beasts were naturally afraid of fire, so they only dared stand guard to the side and did not dare continue attacking.

This fire was Jin Pang's greatest trump card, a powerful alchemical fire his grandfather had gone through countless hardships to obtain for him: Mystic Yellow Heavenly Fire.

Mystic Yellow Heavenly Fire could be used both to refine pills, improving their quality and the success rate of pill formation, and to defend oneself in battle.

With Jin Pang's current cultivation, using Mystic Yellow Heavenly Fire to refine pills was manageable, but using it against enemies was difficult. Protecting Qin Chuan along with himself made it even harder, and he was holding on by spitting out his essence blood.

He had just spat out a mouthful of essence blood, but he still remembered to turn around and urge Qin Chuan on. "Qin Chuan, hurry up! I can't hold on much longer. I don't want to be eaten by wolf demons!"

"I don't want to die yet! I'm my grandfather's only grandson. If I die, the Jin family line will end, and my grandfather will have to bury his own grandson, a white-haired man seeing off a black-haired one. Can you bear to let that happen?"

Qin Chuan did not respond to Jin Pang. His soul was disappearing bit by bit, and even though he tried with all his might, there was nothing he could do.

The sword's image was still shifting, but he could not comprehend it. No matter what he did, he could not comprehend it.

All he could do was watch helplessly as his soul dissipated bit by bit. He was going to die.

He refused to accept it!

He roared in his sea of consciousness!

And so, to hell with comprehension! His soul charged straight toward the Tianquan Sword in his sea of consciousness. "I don't give a fuck about your sword image or sword intent. Even if I can't comprehend them, you can only be my sword!"

Qin Chuan reached out with his soul to grasp the Tianquan Sword. While he still had the strength, he would force it to recognize him as its master. An aura of supremacy radiated from him.

At that moment, the Tianquan Sword in his sea of consciousness willingly merged with Qin Chuan's soul. The Tianquan Sword had recognized its master, and Qin Chuan breathed a sigh of relief.

He also understood that comprehending the Tianquan Sword's sword image did not matter. To become its master, one first had to endure the agony of one's soul being torn apart, and possess an invincible aura, as if with one sword in hand, one could cut down all under heaven. That was what it meant to be a sword cultivator.

When he had recklessly tried to seize the Tianquan Sword by force, he had unwittingly moved its sword spirit and barely managed to gain its acknowledgment.

Now that the Tianquan Sword had recognized its master, the sword in Qin Chuan's hand was slowly beginning to glow as it battered at the seal Shen Qingyuan had placed on it.

The Tianquan Sword has already recognized me as its master, but why is my soul still slowly disappearing? Is this the Heavenly Dao's doing again? Qin Chuan wondered.

He soon discovered that it was not the Heavenly Dao's doing. No, it's because the Tianquan Sword is a divine sword. My soul isn't strong enough to wield it yet.

So he once again asked Jin Pang for help. "Senior Brother Jin, I need more pills to strengthen my soul."

"I don't have any left! I already gave you every soul-related pill I had. Hurry up, I can't hold on anymore!" Jin Pang was nearly out of essence blood as well. He was now gulping down pills like mad, then spitting out more essence blood to keep the Mystic Yellow Heavenly Fire burning.

Qin Chuan said nothing more. He had to find a way to stop his soul from dissipating, but he had tried every method he could think of, and none had worked.

Does heaven want me dead?!

No! My fate is mine to command, not heaven's!

Meanwhile, Shen Qingyuan, who was waiting outside the secret realm, sensed the seal she had placed on the Tianquan Sword loosening. She looked toward the entrance to the secret realm. "The seal on the Tianquan Sword has loosened. Could something have happened to Chuan'er?"

The moment she finished speaking, Shen Qingyuan forced her way into the secret realm. A mere secret realm could not stop her. As soon as she entered, she located Qin Chuan and arrived at his side in the next breath.

As for whether someone of her cultivation forcing her way into a minor secret realm would have any adverse effects on it, or even destroy it outright, that was not something she considered.

In her heart, the minor secret realm, together with the entire Pure Void Sect, was not as important as a single hair on Qin Chuan's head. She had no close ties to the Pure Void Sect, and it had not been her wish for the previous sect master to take her in as a disciple on his master's behalf.

She carefully examined Qin Chuan's current condition. "He forced it to recognize him as its master, and succeeded. Well done, Chuan'er. It's just that his soul power isn't enough to wield the Tianquan Sword yet."

Shen Qingyuan frowned in thought. She had countless ways to help Qin Chuan solve the problem of his insufficient soul power, but she did not want him to know she had been here.

"I've got it. I'll disguise it as the power I left behind last time." Having thought of a solution, she sent a strand of her soul power into Qin Chuan's sea of consciousness.

Qin Chuan was at a loss and could only watch as his soul dissipated bit by bit. When all his methods had proven powerless, a strand of Shen Qingyuan's soul appeared. It first stabilized his soul, then used her own soul to nourish his.

Master, is this the power Master left in my sea of consciousness? Master has come to save me again, hehe...

Qin Chuan's soul power was now soaring, and the Tianquan Sword had returned to his control, but Jin Pang was in a miserable state. In just over fifty breaths, he had nearly spat out all his essence blood. He turned around again and urged him on. "Junior Brother Qin-no, Senior Brother Qin! I'll call you Senior Brother, just hurry up! I really can't hold on anymore!"

Despite saying he could not hold on, Jin Pang held on for another twenty-odd breaths. This time he truly could not hold on any longer, and his whole body went limp. He looked at Qin Chuan, who had not yet recovered, and gritted his teeth. "I'm going all out! Qin Chuan, if I die, you have to kill Xie An! You have to kill Xie An, or I won't let you off even as a ghost!"

"To think I, your Lord Jin, have been wise all my life, only to lose my life because I acted on impulse and saved someone. Fuck! I'm never being a good person again!"

Shen Qingyuan stopped dawdling and sent Qin Chuan one final surge of power to help stabilize his soul. She knew the little fatty had some connection to Qin Chuan, and if anything happened to him, Qin Chuan would surely be sad.

She passed her power to Qin Chuan through that strand of her soul, helping his soul power grow rapidly. In less than two breaths, he had enough strength to wield Tianquan for a short time.

Jin Pang had also reached his limit. He prepared to spit out one last mouthful of essence blood, but before he did, he burst into a torrent of curses. "Those turtle grandsons from Formation Peak, and that bullshit elder who cleared out the secret realm, I'll fuck eighteen generations of your ancestors!"

"And Qin Chuan..."

He had just turned around to curse Qin Chuan when he saw him leap into the air. A flash of sword light severed the neck of the wolf demon that had first chased them.

"Heavenly Dipper Demon-Breaking Sword!"

Then Qin Chuan slashed at the other False Nascent Soul wolf demon. Once again, he severed its neck with a single strike. The wolf demon had nowhere to dodge and was killed in one blow.