Turning Silk into a Sword, an Unexpected Favor

The Purple-Gold Medicinal Stone is not a magical artifact specifically used for killing.

However, after a thousand years of nurturing by the Heavenly Wolf Sect, the medicinal properties contained within this Shitou are so profound that they are something that people from other sects greatly fear.

After all, medicine can also be poison.

What is harmless to normal humans may be a rare and deadly poison to those with profound magical abilities.

In that instant, Wu Shanjun completed the task in one fluid motion, snapping his fingers and pushing his palm.

With a flick of his index finger, a dark light struck the medicinal stone. As he flicked his finger, his palm was also revealed, which he used to block the medicinal stone.

Buzz!!!

The speed of the Purple-Gold Medicinal Stone decreased rapidly within this mere half-foot distance.

The dark light emitted by Wu Shanjun was a highly pure Black Sha energy that temporarily attached itself to the medicinal stone upon impact.

His palm was blood red, the power of Blood Sha, and at this moment the two evils were in a state of mutual repulsion.

Not only did it slow down the impact of the medicinal stone, but it also acted like a drawn bow, reflecting the medicinal stone and wooden staff back.

Yue Gude was flying towards them when his wooden staff suddenly deflected, striking the protective purple qi directly like a shot at Heavenly Wolf.

The staff deformed violently on the spot, shattering into dust, leaving only the medicinal stone embedded in the staff head, which crashed heavily into the purple qi.

"Snort!"

Yue Gude reached out to stop Yao Shi, letting out a muffled groan.

Even with his Heavenly Wolf Great Art, he couldn't completely neutralize the impact; though unharmed, he was still somewhat hindered.

Behind him, Yue Tianchi threw out the Flying Moon Saber, which spun like a purple full moon.

Yue Chunfeng flicked his brush and spilled a drop of ink, High Person Jade Toad flicked his prayer beads, and Shangguan Yunyan drew her sword and slashed.

However, the horse-faced man and Shuhui suddenly rose up from the valley.

In particular, the horse-faced protector flew even faster and rose higher, his incredibly hard longsword sweeping across the room with a sudden burst of power.

The Sword Qi, like a pale horizontal line, blocked the air.

"Do you Laozi, your protector, don't exist? That you can just gang up on the hall master like this?!"

He managed to block all four attacks, and even Protector Ma was thrown backward by the impact.

Yue Tianchi and the others' expressions changed, filled with anger, hatred, and resentment.

Because Wu Shanjun is already drawing his sword.

The hilt was difficult to grip, so he used his fingers, like a duck's beak, to pinch the blade and pull it outwards.

Only the three-inch tip of the sword remained beneath the cauldron.

A jewel-like ray suddenly shone from the hole created by the impact on the opposite mountainside.

The speed of the ray was self-evident; it struck Wu Shanjun's wrist the moment it lit up.

Wu Shanjun's wrist trembled, but he did not change his move. His eyes were bright and his voice was like a tiger's roar.

"You can't stop me!!!"

Even before the rays appeared, Wu Shanjun was already on guard.

However, he sensed that the ray, having traveled so far, was no longer a strong enough threat to him.

He would rather be struck by the rays than not remove the sword and restore the connection between the Human Cauldron.

However, the ray suddenly solidified and became a physical entity.

It resembles a silkworm thread that is over a hundred feet long.

However, due to Chu Tianshu's mental infusion, the silkworm silk was now hard and straight, resembling a fine crystal over a hundred feet long.

At the very top of the crystal, closest to Wu Shanjun's wrist, a cluster of red light shone.

Rays are not physical entities; at their end, they can only retain one energy characteristic and cannot maintain the amplification effect of other techniques.

However, once it becomes a physical entity, it can superimpose spiritual sword techniques and Divine Intent onto the basis of the Grand Void Radiation.

This is compounded by the destructive force of Mountain Collapse and Water Extinction, breaking through surfaces from a single point and shattering bodies from a single point.

"This sword—"

Wu Shanjun reacted incredibly quickly, flicking his wrist to release Sanqi and dodging the crystal silk sword that was thrusting down at his wrist.

The crystal thread he was currently holding gave him the feeling that it could completely pierce through his protective energy and sever his wrist.

After dodging, came the grab.

Wu Shanjun's blood-red palm became even deeper and more murky, as if it were formed from clusters of swirling red light.

The palm is a large vortex, and each joint of the five fingers is a small vortex.

Such a palm strike even had a sense of chaos and confusion.

As long as you can grab the side of the crystal silk, you can confuse and destroy all the various techniques superimposed on the crystal silk.

Who knew that Chu Tianshu could manipulate silk threads into swords with unparalleled skill?

A single crystal thread, sometimes solid, sometimes ethereal, sometimes swallowing, sometimes spitting out, transforms between rays and solidity.

In ray mode, the entire screen is green; retract and dodge.

The moment it returned to solid form, it stabbed out violently, its tip turning red.

The assassination attempt targeted not only the wrist, but also vital organs of Wu Shanjun's head and face.

But Wu Shanjun's palm technique was also so fantastical that it defied description.

He could always use the vortex in his palm to interfere with and hinder the tip of the sword thread for a moment, and then try to grab the sword thread from the side.

He never managed to catch the sword thread, but unfortunately, the sword thread never escaped his grasp.

The exchange of sword and palm strikes lasted only a very brief time.

But to outsiders, it seems like forever.

Everything around slowed down to the extreme, except for that single sword thread and that single hand, which remained incredibly fast.

The sword threads flashed within a small space, and the hand moved within inches.

They all captivated everyone's attention, causing a sense of suspense and making one's pupils contract and tremble.

"Sky!"

Shangguan Yunyan had no idea what she was thinking; she only felt a low moan escaping her lips.

"Someone can use a beam of light to perform sword techniques, and yet someone can use a physical hand to compete with a beam of light in terms of moves?!"

He noticed it out of the corner of his eye.

Chu Tianshu had already left the cave in the mountain at some point.

Each time the crystal sword threads were released and released, Chu Tianshu would flash in.

In the blink of an eye, the crystal sword threads had actually flashed a hundred times.

Chu Tianshu also slipped through the mountain cave one after another and arrived opposite Wu Shanjun.

The sword threads connected with Chu Tianshu's sword fingers, shifting and vibrating at an extremely fast speed, making everything below his wrist a blur, obscuring his specific hand gestures.

The sword's sharpness was guided by that blurry hand gesture, flickering and constantly changing.

Suddenly, the sword thread veered off course and struck the hilt of the Three-Seven Sword.

The sword threads shortened rapidly, and Chu Tianshu arrived in a flash, grasping Sanqi.

Too close, the atmosphere of danger suddenly intensified to the point that it was not advisable to act rashly, and both of them immediately froze.

"You've taken a blow from my palm."

Wu Shanjun stared at Chu Tianshu, "You're actually alright?"

Chu Tianshu still had some bloodshot in the corners of his eyes, but his gaze was clear and bright, indicating that the impact on his eyes had clearly healed.

As for the palm strike in his shoulder blade, to outsiders it was just a slightly dented, blood-red palm print, with no apparent change.

"You mean your palms are poisoned?"

Chu Tianshu laughed, "I've heard you're good at divination, calculating everything under the sun, but have you figured out my origins?"

"Ha, people's constitutions are not the same. What you consider deadly poison is nothing to me."

Wu Shanjun remained calm and composed; no one could discern what he was thinking.

Since there are things beyond this world, there must also be people beyond it.

Are the cultivation methods of those from outside the realm the same as those of the creatures of this Earth Heaven?

"You're not afraid of poison, but if you're hit enough times, you'll still die."

Wu Shanjun stared straight ahead, a laugh escaping his lips.

"No matter what you say, so far I'm the one who struck you, and you haven't hurt me at all."

"I didn't rise to fame because of this cauldron, even if you can keep it away forever—"

Before he could finish speaking, the Dragon-Subduing Cauldron suddenly hummed.

The red light emanating from the cauldron illuminated Wu Shanjun's face, making him appear as if his expression had undergone a dramatic change.

But Chu Tianshu's expression also changed.

He was looking at his own sword, which also gleamed red.

It wasn't the rekindling of the Death-Claiming Sword's ashes, but rather the fiery red of a raging inferno.

Instead, it was a kind of viscous, flowing blood-red light, in clumps and patches of varying brightness, reflected from the sword and illuminating Chu Tianshu's face.

The light illuminated his entire face, making it appear as if his mood was constantly shifting.

The two figures simultaneously stumbled and fell backward.

Clang!!!!

The sword, only three inches long, was drawn from under the cauldron and emitted an extremely long and drawn-out sword cry.

With the strength of the Master of the Hall of Longevity and Chu Tianshu, retreating with all their might and creating a distance of two or three miles would be a piece of cake.

But just now, their retreat only separated them by a hundred feet.

Yue Gude, Horse-faced Protector, and the others watched this scene with astonishment and uncertainty.

Fellow Daoist Chu, you went to great lengths to prevent the sword from being drawn, why are you suddenly drawing it on your own?

The sword was already drawn, so why didn't the hall master take the opportunity to attack? Instead, his expression remained grim.

"Walk!"

Without uttering a single wasted word, Wu Shanjun suddenly ascended into the air, taking the Horse-Faced Protector and Shuhui with him to reunite with the disciples and evacuate together.

He even abandoned the Wordless Jade Disc.

During the flight, the horse-faced guardian frequently turned his head to look back, wary of being pursued by people from the immortal sect, his tone full of confusion.

"Master, the advantage is still on our side. Why retreat? We went to so much trouble to shake the Wordless Jade Disc, and now we're just throwing it away?"

"Tianyin Temple has already been destroyed, and the Samsara Disc is in my hands. What harm is there in keeping a piece of jade?"

The Master of the Hall of Longevity also looked at the small cauldron in his hand with an expression of surprise.

"According to ancient records, the Dragon-Subduing Cauldron contains the essence of the malevolent energy of heaven and earth, known as the Asura Blood Sha. However, this cauldron is sealed by the Heaven and Earth Restriction Art, which can only break its Heaven and Earth Samsara Disc."

"Looking at the history of the Divine Sect, I am the only one who has just partially unsealed this power. I was unaware that although this Asura power lacks intelligence and spirituality, it does possess an inherent tendency—"

Protector Ma still didn't understand. "What do you mean?"

"Hmph! That means it's not advisable to fight again today. Otherwise, before my Divine Sect can even produce a single Asura, the Immortal Sect might have to produce a complete Asura first."

The Master of the Hall of Longevity flicked his sleeve, refusing to say another word, and sped away.

The sky above Tianyin Temple.

Seeing that the Demonic Sect had retreated, Shangguan Yunyan and the others dared not pursue them rashly and went to visit Chu Tianshu first.

"Fellow Daoist Chu."

Yue Gude flew over with concern, "What exactly happened just now?"

He suddenly stopped and saw Chu Tianshu's profile.

The thick, bloody light, flickering between light and shadow, still shone on Chu Tianshu's face, causing that face to inexplicably evoke a deep sense of fear in others.

"Just now----"

Chu Tianshu placed his left palm on the Three-Seven Sword, gritted his teeth, and gathered all his strength. His jade-like palm slowly swept across the blade, like a whetstone, producing an unpleasant sound.

"It's my Sanqi, it's so lovable."

"I'd even like things that aren't human twice as much."

In Chu Tianshu's perception, the ancient power within the Dragon-Subduing Cauldron was still in its nascent stage, and he didn't know how long it would take for it to truly mature.

But even this rudimentary form is extraordinary, like billions of microorganisms that endure forever.

Although it lacks spirituality, it possesses an instinct akin to a bacterial tide.

The Master of the Hall of Longevity is the foremost figure in the Demonic Sect of our time. He is an expert in the malevolent forces of heaven and earth, and his affinity with that power is naturally very high.

However, the Master of the Hall of Longevity was not a bloodthirsty madman, but rather had complex needs.

In contrast, the Sanqi Weapon Soul had guided Chu Tianshu to strike with that sword at a crucial moment, severing the connection Human Cauldron.

That pure, unparalleled killing intent, an untainted clarity untouched by worldly concerns.

If the Asura Blood Sha had such a host, its future would surely be even more unrestrained and carefree, with boundless possibilities.

"You mean, your spirit has been targeted by the power within the Dragon-Subduing Cauldron?"

Yue Tianchi and the others also gathered around, exchanged bewildered glances upon hearing this, and then were overjoyed.

"If we keep fighting, wouldn't we have a chance to control that strange power and wipe out the demons? Why don't we give chase?"

Chu Tianshu had wiped the entire sword clean, and the bloodstains on his face were no longer visible.

"Because not every power can take it."

He sighed softly, "Besides, my Sanqi isn't a spirit."

Sanqi is the spiritual essence extracted from Chu Tianshu's soul; it is a reflection of his heart.

The Asura Blood Sha, the moment it corrupted Sanqi, also surged towards Chu Tianshu's soul.

If he were to be corrupted by that power, the number of people who would die in the future would likely not be limited to a mere group of the Demonic Sect members within a single realm.

Yue Gude then realized something was wrong.

The palm print on Chu Tianshu's back seemed to have healed before.

At this moment, however, wisps of ominous, dark red aura began to rise.

"Fellow Daoist Chu."

Yue Gude composed himself. "Are you really alright? How about I take your pulse first?"

Chu Tianshu turned his head. "I'm fine."

Everyone who saw his eyes felt a chill run down their spine.

His left eye was clear and bright, while his right eye was a turbulent sea of blood, with a single golden vertical pupil hanging in it.