Weapon Soul Enters the Body for Dual Cultivation, a Surprise Attack

"You mean, Chu Yannian and his guard have already left the South Wind Building?"

"Yes, Yu Nanfeng ordered a large amount of ammunition to be transported to those who moved into the city with him, and it seems that a large amount of building materials will also be sent there later."

In the dim light, a triangular talisman was held in the hand of a dark figure, glowing faintly and forming a communication connection.

The voice message coming from the other end was ethereal and difficult to decipher.

"Oh? You offered so many benefits, yet you didn't force him to stay. Could it be that you've already provided a cure for Yu Wanzhuo?"

"That's most likely the case. This person dared to sabotage our plans; even being torn to pieces wouldn't be enough to atone for his crime!"

"No! He can actually heal this kind of injury; he's a rare talent. It would be a waste to kill him so easily. Let him lie there until he can't cause any more trouble... In the future, I'll make him kneel down and admit his mistakes, and then he'll be at my service."

The talisman's faint light faded, and the environment returned to darkness.

Inside Chu Tianshu's tent.

As the time approached eight or nine o'clock, sunlight streamed in obliquely through a window, making the tent even brighter.

Yannian Nian sat cross-legged on a soft cushion with his eyes slightly closed, his scarf folded and placed on his knees.

He sat as still as an old pine or bamboo tree, as firm as a rock in the mountains.

If we're talking about Zen, he can enter a state of deep meditation as soon as he sits down; if we're talking about Daoism, he can forget himself as soon as he sits down.

His meditation practice made him seem to be enveloped in righteous energy, oblivious to the changing seasons.

No one could tell that he practiced the Shamanic Physician Lineage, which should be considered one of the most mystical and unorthodox schools of thought.

He truly immersed himself in the Shamanic Physician Lineage, delved into its essence, and grasped its profound truths.

The harder humans try, the more they realize that they are trapped in a fixed framework, sinking deeper and deeper into it.

This may not necessarily be a bad thing.

Only those ignorant and shallow people would think that when someone achieves profound expertise in a certain field, they become vulgar.

In fact, proficiency is the necessary path to sublimation.

In Divine Land culture, the words "profound" and "exquisite" have always been associated with masters.

It's unwise to attempt to elevate something entirely without thorough investigation.

Even if you're incredibly lucky and manage to skip a level, it's most likely still a half-finished product.

Yannian's mastery of the Ghost Gate Shamanic Physician Lineage was profound, but this also made him more acutely aware of his own limitations. Despite acquiring secret manuals from other schools multiple times in the wasteland, he was unable to switch to other schools.

But this is only because he hasn't found the right opportunity.

Chu Tianshu had the perfect opportunity at his disposal.

The Vertical and Horizontal Simple Seal, Refining Spirit into Qi.

He had only intended to give it a try, listening to Chu Tianshu explain and chant the incantation.

Watching Chu Tianshu extend his left palm, the Four-Leaf Seal in his palm slowly rotated.

But now, Chu Tianshu had already withdrawn his left hand and was resting with his eyes closed in the chair.

Yannian, however, remained immersed in that wonderful state of things falling into place naturally.

When the flowing water reaches its end, it transforms into rising clouds and mist.

When Mind Power reaches its end, it transforms into True Qi.

Call!!

A few wisps of white smoke gradually rose from Yannian Nian's graying hair, but her complexion became increasingly rosy.

There was no wind between his clothes, and the scarf on his knees didn't flutter at all, yet he gradually floated into the air.

It was as if the smoke above my head was lifting me up little by little, slowly raising me three inches off the ground.

Chu Tianshu opened his eyes, a look of surprise on his face.

He knew that the process of Yannian Refining Spirit into Qi should go smoothly, but he never expected that the other party would produce such an effect after Refining Spirit into Qi.

This is clearly a display of exceptional lightness skill.

Even if Chu Tianshu mastered the "Vertical and Horizontal Simple Seal), he still wouldn't have such ethereal lightness of movement.

He was thoroughly familiar with everything from the Ghost Gate Witch Doctor's teachings, but he couldn't discern any techniques within them that could be used for light-body skills.

Hiss!!

A faint breath entered Yannian's mouth and nose, causing his body to gradually sink back down and open his eyes.

"Surprisingly, such a miraculous skill exists in the world, allowing one to effortlessly transform Mind Power into internal power..."

Yannian looked at his hands, his fingers clenched, a look of surprise and joy on his face, somewhat incredulous.

He looked at Chu Tianshu, who had casually passed on this technique to him, as if he were examining a monster.

But he found that Chu Tianshu was also staring at him as if he were some kind of rare animal.

"Brother Yannian."

Chu Tianshu asked curiously, "How did you float up just now?"

Yannian recalled for a moment, "It's just that as you practice, you naturally start to float."

Chu Tianshu remained silent.

"Oh, it must be related to my meditation."

Yannian quickly added, "When you meditate and contemplate, if you reach a deep state of stillness, you will sometimes feel that there is an immense buoyancy in the surrounding air."

He carefully considered each word, savoring the feeling he had just experienced while analyzing the reasons behind it.

"But before, that kind of buoyancy was like a dream within a dream, an empty illusion, impossible to trace."

"Until just now, when I cultivated my first strand of internal energy, it felt like a dream within a dream, finally finding a medium to bring it into reality."

"It originates from the heart, is expressed through the breath, and ultimately influences the body."

It turns out that this skill was developed through years of meditation.

It's not about skill, it's purely about accumulation.

Chu Tianshu knew that this was something he couldn't envy, but just now, after carefully experiencing the entire process of the Yannian cultivation technique, he felt that there was also a kind of inspiration within it that he could use for his own benefit.

What is it?

Human inspiration is like a playful fish, its size indistinguishable across the water, touching the hook but not biting, flashing by and leaving only a question mark-like fishhook behind.

To resolve this question, seize the moment for inspiration.

Besides a gentle breeze and a good rod and bait, sometimes what's needed is the patience to sit quietly by the water.

Chu Tianshu fell into deep thought, completely forgetting the passage of time.

It seemed like only a blink of an eye, and when he came to his senses again, he could already hear Pan Ting talking to Yan Yannian outside the tent.

Chu Tianshu gently pressed his fingers against his eyelids, feeling the warmth soothing his eyes. Then he turned his head and noticed that the direction of the sunlight outside the tent had changed dramatically.

It is now noon.

He was lost in thought, and several hours passed by without him realizing it.

"Manager Pan, please come in."

Pan Ting lifted the curtain and walked in, followed by six men in suits and sunglasses with very rigid clothing styles.

Although this bodyguard uniform is old-fashioned, there's a reason why it's classic. It exudes a capable and sharp aura, yet the sunglasses prevent it from appearing overly intimidating or rude.

Everyone was carrying a briefcase, as if they were holding a priceless treasure.

"The essence of Borderland Species, all the kinds we can gather, are here."

Pan Ting smiled and said, "Wanzhuo will be here this afternoon. We'd like to stay at this campsite for a few hours until he arrives. Is that alright?"

"You can discuss this with Brother Yannian."

Chu Tianshu stood up and suddenly asked, "But you're a high-ranking official in South Wind, right? Is it alright for you to linger outside so casually?"

Pan Ting's smile remained unchanged.

"So-called high-level executives are people who want to keep themselves busy; there will always be endless work. But if they want to take a vacation, they'll also find a vacation to take."

That's a very high-level statement indeed.

"Then please do as you wish."

Chu Tianshu raised his hand in greeting.

The group carefully left the boxes behind and then exited the tent one by one.

Chu Tianshu walked around the table, his hand stroking over each box, and opened one of them.

Cool white steam rose from the box, revealing rows of sealed test tubes.

"Ah, so that's what I meant by inspiration. Turns out it's related to this too."

Quiet exercises, whether it's sitting meditation, chanting scriptures, tea ceremony, flower arrangement, boating, or any other form.

The essence of stillness meditation is to first pursue a state of being untainted by worldly dust, revealing a fundamental nature.

However, due to differences in innate talents and life experiences, this underlying quality varies from person to person.

If one were to cultivate stillness to its extreme, one could truly experience the vastness of the world and the feeling of sitting alone in the middle of the water.

So, for some, this water is a pure blue, while for others it is a pure black.

Once you've reached this level in meditation, practicing anything else related to the mind will become much easier.

From this perspective, the Weapon Soul cultivated by the Lesser Yang Blood River Chariot is a spiritual existence condensed from pure emotions.

It is a creature that has mastered the art of stillness by nature.

So, if you absorb the Weapon Soul Weapon Soul into your body and let it circulate according to the route of the Tribulation Ash Sword Manual, wouldn't you be able to indirectly enjoy the benefits of mastering the Stillness Technique?

However, there is a problem: the foundation of the Weapon Soul is weak, making it susceptible to corruption.

In the past, when Chu Tianshu used Sword Intent Weapon Soul, he only essentially wrapped the Weapon Soul within it, using it only when in battle.

To make the Weapon Soul a pioneer in cultivating the Kalpa Ash Sword Intent of Calamity Ashes, there also needs to be something that can replenish its foundation while one can practice the skill.

That was the essence of blood from the border region!

When Chu Tianshu about this step, he finally had a complete understanding of the situation.

Inspiration must also be based on reality.

He had known about the benefits of meditation before, but he had never had a similar inspiration.

This time, he witnessed Yannian's meditation firsthand and was inspired. However, it was also because he had previously learned of the existence of the borderland's essence blood that a new training method of "dual cultivation of Weapon Soul Sword Intent" came to mind.

Let's give it a try.

Chu Tianshu took a box of essence blood, sat on a soft cushion, and let out a soft whistle that was difficult for ordinary people to hear.

Sanqi automatically unsheathed itself, tip pointing downwards, and hovered in front of him.

Pop!

Chu Tianshu popped open the stopper, swallowed a vial of the beast's essence blood, and then opened his mouth to suck on Sanqi.

A meteor-like beam, shaped like a sharp isosceles triangle, flew from the hilt of the sword and disappeared into his mouth.

Chu Tianshu closed his eyes and changed his hand seals, gently tapping and massaging various acupoints on his body.

Each time you change the hand seal, tap lightly once, pressing and guiding the movement a short distance from the stomach to the whole body.

The blood and qi flowed in layers, branching out along different routes. Some bypassed the lower limbs and went straight through the thoracic spine, ascending along the spine, passing the back of the head, entering the vestibule, and turning into a red dot between the eyebrows.

Some of the fluid flows down the legs, pauses briefly at several acupoints on the legs that affect emotions, then swirls gently before flowing back, bypassing the armpits, rising from behind the ears, and returning to the center of the eyebrows.

When the blood and qi circulate in each layer, the Weapon Soul act as the vanguard. When the route needs to be divided, the Weapon Soul can also briefly separate.

The red dot between his eyebrows gradually accumulated and enlarged, turning into a crimson spot of light resembling a fragment of a sword.

The light spot seemed to be both near and far, appearing as if it were inside his brow, yet also as if it were floating on his skin.

When the light spot took shape and became sharp and distinct, Chu Tianshu suddenly opened his eyes.

The light spot seemed to follow his gaze, shooting out and striking the longsword suspended in mid-air in front of him.

The silver-white blade is the complete shape of the sword, while crimson fragments come one after another, covering and piecing together the blade.

Chu Tianshu withdrew his gaze and once again practiced the various techniques of the Tribulation Ash Sword Manual, entering a meditative state.

Each time I closed my eyes, the longer and quieter it became, but the moment I opened them, the intense red light made my heart race with fear.

But the entire tent was sealed off by the aura he emitted during his cultivation.

To outsiders, the tent appears to be slightly bulging, and the doors and windows cannot be easily opened.

After Yannian saw that he was cultivating internally, he told people not to disturb him.

The people outside didn't invite him to lunch.

Before we knew it, it was almost three o'clock in the afternoon.

The proliferation of the Spirit Realm landscapes has made the global climate more complex and volatile.

However, places that can become megacities are generally those with relatively stable climates.

Around 3 PM is when the sun is at its strongest in Jinling.

The shadows cast by skyscrapers, trucks along the highway, and tents by the river all became darker and more solid.

After mastering the basics of the Yannian Vertical and Horizontal Simple Seal), Yan Nian felt as if he had inexhaustible energy and was about to use walking to circulate his power.

He walked along the riverbank to see if everyone was adjusting to their new life, and also told them that they could build their own houses later.

Pan Ting always stayed close to him, communicating with numerous snipers along the highway and in distant buildings through her earpiece.

If anyone tries to assassinate Yannian or Chu Tianshu, these gunmen from South Wind will surely give them a surprise.

Beside a medium-sized tent by the river, a well-behaved five or six-year-old child was carrying a stainless steel basin when he suddenly tripped and fell, bursting into tears.

"Xie Qi!"

Yannian, who was nearby, called out the child's name and quickly went over.

The moment he stepped into the shadows, the sunlight on his face was completely obscured by the shadows, turning his face a bluish-black. Before his expression could change, his demeanor already exuded an ominous aura that was completely different from before.

In a flash, Yannian's body appeared backwards!

In that flash, he was thirteen meters away, his toes skimming across the grass before landing on the water.

The surface of the water was lively, slightly concave like a balloon, but it quickly turned reddish.

A shocking amount of blood gushed out from Yannian's left shoulder blade, flowing down his waist and left arm; he was losing blood as quickly as pouring wine.

Freshly emerged from the human body...

Blood-red wine.

His face was pale, and the child was held in his right arm.

The child's right ankle was rapidly turning bluish-purple, as if someone had pinched it hard, almost breaking the delicate bone.

Pan Ting's expression changed drastically.

In the nearby tents, everyone who witnessed the shocking turn of events instinctively stood up, their chests swelling with a surge of intense shock and rage.

That happened in an instant; many people haven't even stood up straight yet.

Pan Ting's pupils dilated, her brown eyes radiating a leopard-like rage, yet she still found no trace of the killer.

The sniper in the distance couldn't detect anything unusual in his scope.

The wind on the river seemed to pause.

The water ripples slowly!

A cut suddenly appeared on the left back side of Yannian's neck, cutting right through the surface of the skin and deepening instantly.

(End of this chapter)