Binding the Heart's Monkey, Capturing the Mind's Horse, Idle Talk of Longevity
That slash killed the man from the front, but it didn't split the silkworm cocoon open from the back.
The wound froze into ice again, but the entire cocoon remained intact.
"Find someone to dispose of the body, Old Lan, you guys keep up the work."
Chu Tianshu stopped looking, took the black knife and left the hall, turning a dozen steps to the side and finding a quiet room.
The quiet room has bamboo doors and windows, and inside there are only four walls and a futon, all spotless.
He sat leisurely cross-legged on the futon, untied the Sanqi from his waist and placed it aside, holding a black knife across his knees.
Silently, the Sanqi -old rose up on its own.
The black blade contained an Evil Spirit, which, though still somewhat useful for now, would have to be eliminated sooner or later.
The Sanqi Weapon Soul is now quite mature and doesn't care about this matter. It quietly drifts away so as not to disturb its master.
Chu Tianshu smiled knowingly, closed his eyes, pondered the Evil Spirit within the blade, and calculated the general principles of the sword technique.
After Lan Ziya also cultivated one of the Seven Souls Dantian, Chu Tianshu discovered a problem.
In terms of the quality of his newly cultivated dantian, Lan Ziya was naturally inferior to Chu Tianshu.
In the same amount of time, the amount of Heavenly Ranking power that Lan Ziya absorbed was less than the amount that Chu Tianshu absorbed from a single dantian.
However, the benefits Lan Ziya received were even better than Chu Tianshu had anticipated.
Previously, the local experts Chu Tianshu encountered all practiced other cultivation methods and had not touched the Seven Souls Dantian, so Chu Tianshu had not yet noticed this problem.
Having learned from Lan Ziya's example, Chu Tianshu activated his Heavenly Eye, carefully probing and then reflecting on himself.
That confirmed it.
It wasn't that Lan Ziya's practice of this new technique caused any chemical reaction with his existing techniques.
Simply because the two sides have different constitutions.
From the moment of birth, the people of this land are constantly immersed in the Mist and Rosy Clouds Realm Layer of mist and clouds.
The power of the Heavenly Ranking affects them more smoothly, resulting in better tonic effects.
On the negative side, it makes them more susceptible to distress, and even more likely to become possessed.
From the perspective of benefits, if they can refine the same amount of Heavenly Ranking power, the benefits they receive will be more obvious than those received by Chu Tianshu.
Furthermore, because Chu Tianshu has already cultivated to the Double Flawlessness strength and power, he will continuously refine his soul and enhance the essence of his life during the process of opening up the Seven Souls Dantian.
It's like it's turning into a Shitou that's getting harder and harder.
The benefits of the Heavenly Ranking to him may continue to decline.
This forced Chu Tianshu to make some adjustments to his plans.
He originally thought that with the new influence he had created in this world, he would be able to break through all obstacles and cultivate the Seven Souls Dantian in succession.
He didn't even intend to use the old prestige and power of the Great Immortal Zongheng.
"Oh dear, I remember comparing those old names to orchids stained with mud—forget it, being so concerned about such trivial matters shows a lack of ambition."
"Eating dirt is nothing. As long as it doesn't corrupt your conscience, then those who can eat dirt are the real men!"
As Chu Tianshu performed calculations with his hands, some distracting thoughts also crossed his mind.
If he wanted to borrow other powers from the Ancient Heavenly Ranking, the first one that came to his mind was naturally the Death-Claiming Sword God.
The Heavenly Ranking seems to have some kind of implicit adjustment; those who are gaining fame on the Present Ranking find it difficult to leverage the power of the Ancient Heavenly Ranking.
Chu Tianshu originally intended to give it a shot, relying on his mastery of the Death-Claiming Sword Technique.
Now that we have works like "The Hell Buddha King Slash" that combine elements of both ancient and modern styles, we should naturally absorb and learn from them.
About half an hour later, Chu Tianshu's fingers stopped calculating.
However, beneath his eyelids, one could see his eyeballs shifting from time to time, as he pondered and prepared.
The light outside the doors and windows gradually brightened.
In the quiet room, many tiny dust particles floated in the light, almost motionless.
Chu Tianshu completely forgot to breathe.
After a long while, he suddenly let out a breath.
This breath seemed to expel all distracting thoughts and stale air.
Although the breath came from his mouth and nose, it spread out in all directions like a sphere.
All the suspended dust particles in the quiet room were pushed aside, layer upon layer, and pressed onto the gauze of the doors and windows.
The gauze, bulging slightly outward from the window frame, appeared to have turned from white to yellow.
As he exhaled to the end, Chu Tianshu still held the black knife in his right hand, and with a flick of his left thumb, he placed it on his dantian and slowly moved it upwards.
"Brother Shuangyan, I was the one who corrected the wrong path you took with your sword back then. I'll borrow your reputation for now."
During this process, he made a noticeable shoulder-raising and inhaling gesture, but the air in the quiet room did not change much.
It was as if, this time, he wasn't inhaling air from the real world.
Colorful energy from the Mist and Rosy Clouds Realm Layer appeared out of thin air in front of his mouth and nose, and was inhaled into his lungs in wisps.
In mid-air, the Heavenly Ranking faintly appeared, and the name of the Death-Claiming Sword God shone brightly.
The illusory image of the Heavenly Ranking was not large, hovering indoors, but the characters of the names became increasingly profound, almost possessing a realistic texture.
The Yanxia drifting down from above grew increasingly dense.
Clang!!
Chu Tianshu faintly heard a sword's cry and suddenly opened his eyes.
His first reaction was to look at Sanqi. Sanqi was quietly hanging by the window, and she turned her sword around with a hint of confusion.
That sword cry just now was full of vibrant, life-giving energy.
This is definitely not something that the corrupt and chaotic power of the Heavenly Ranking could display.
So, if it's not Sanqi notoginseng----
Chu Tianshu looked up at the Heavenly Ranking, his eyes showing a mixture of surprise and a faint hint of delight.
He tossed the black knife into the corner, raised his hand, and placed a jade palm print on the knife from a distance, sealing the Evil Spirit within it.
"Sanqi, protect me."
Chu Tianshu clasped his thumbs together with his middle fingers, rested the backs of his hands on his knees, and sat as if in a gentle breeze and under a bright moon, his mind wandering in the vast emptiness.
The soul image, as Qingyun Sect, instantly detached from its shell and flew deep into the Mist and Rosy Clouds Realm Layer.
The Sanqi flew in, its tip pointing to the ground, and calmly circled around Chu Tianshu, drawing arc after arc.
Chu Tianshu's soul flew at full speed through the Mist and Rosy Clouds Realm Layer, and within a few breaths, it approached the vast Heavenly Ranking.
He flew towards the fourth position on the Ancient Heavenly Ranking, getting very close, and focused his gaze.
The title "Death-Claiming Sword God" is profound and weighty, and beneath it lies a large amount of smaller text describing his life's deeds.
Having gotten so close, and with Chu Tianshu's keen eyesight, he finally managed to make out a vague detail.
Beneath all these large and small characters lies an image.
A young swordsman with white hair like frost and Bai Mei like feathers, dressed in a light blue outfit, sat cross-legged inside the Heavenly Ranking.
He supported himself with his left hand, made a sword gesture with his right hand, held it upright in front of his chest, and was also trying his best to open his eyes and look out.
This is also a soul. If this swordsman's soul hadn't tried so hard to open its eyes, Chu Tianshu might not have been able to discover anything so quickly after arriving here.
"You said you'd help me change my sword style—was that you?"
The swordsman's words came out in a low, guttural voice, and though his gaze was directed outwards, it was unfocused, and he could not see the scenery beyond the Heavenly Ranking.
"Guang Chengzi, twelve hundred years old, reclining high in the cold clouds of Kongtong. Teacher of emperors, dweller of heaven and earth, Zongheng and unrestrained—"
"By the willow's shade, beneath the pine's shadow, straighten your spine and let all worldly ties be severed. Lock the restless mind, tame the wandering will, and speak of immortality in idle chatter—"
"Lord Putian, Lie Yukou, riding the wind, he pierced through heaven and earth. He summoned the Southern Star and the Northern Dipper, and in his dreams, he had no worries----"
The swordsman's gaze was blank, unable to see anything clearly, and he seemed somewhat melancholy. He murmured and chanted a ballad from Poyang Lake two hundred years ago.
"It's me, I'm right here."
Chu Tianshu's eyes shone brightly, and he almost burst into laughter. Before the laughter could even leave his mouth, his smile was already overflowing, and he reached out and pressed his hand against the Heavenly Ranking.
"Old friend, you're not dead?"