35: Chapter 35 Sword Without Dust, Han Xue of the Han Family

Hiss...

At this moment, Senior Sister Liu Hanbing had already put on her clothes. With a flip of her hand, she produced a white longsword, its sharp, biting edge pressed against Hun Tiandi's throat.

Her beautiful eyes glared at Hun Tiandi in shame and anger, and she gently bit her red lips.

It seemed that in the next instant, she would strike dead this lecher who had seen her delicate body.

In this critical, life-threatening moment, Hun Tiandi felt a surge of anxiety. Being injured was fine, but dying was out of the question.

Pfft!

With a thought, he circulated his Dou Qi. Hun Tiandi's face flushed red, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. Senior Sister Liu Hanbing's previous palm strike had not only broken his bones but also injured his meridians.

This was the reason Hun Tiandi spat blood when he tried to circulate his Dou Qi.

"Cough, cough, Senior Sister Liu, please forgive my offense just now. I was not peeking at you; it is just that I arrived and submerged in the water first, and you arrived afterward."

Hun Tiandi's chest burned with pain. His face was pale, blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, and he spoke with difficulty.

Hearing this, Senior Sister Liu Hanbing's beautiful eyes flickered, and the longsword in her hand pulled back by two inches.

"Shut up!" Senior Sister Liu Hanbing scolded coldly.

Hun Tiandi wisely closed his mouth. An angry woman was capable of anything.

Senior Sister Liu Hanbing looked at Hun Tiandi with a complex expression. Truly, no man had ever seen her body before, and today, she had been seen completely by a little brat.

Suddenly, she put away her longsword and closed her eyes slightly, as if having made a decision.

"This matter never happened. If it gets out, I will kill you!"

Senior Sister Liu Hanbing said coldly, and with a movement of her figure, she vanished before his eyes.

Hun Tiandi nodded helplessly. Watching the beautiful figure of Senior Sister Liu Hanbing depart, a sense of relief at having survived a disaster welled up in his heart.

He climbed onto the shore and put on his clothes.

With a flip of his hand, he produced a healing pill and swallowed it. He formed hand seals to cultivate, the power of the pill dispersing to nourish and repair his injured bones and meridians.

Three days later, Hun Tiandi's injuries had completely recovered.

He exhaled a breath of stale air and headed toward his small courtyard.

Upon arriving at the courtyard, he rested for a while and slept on his bed for a day and a night. Cultivation requires a balance of tension and relaxation; appropriate relaxation is beneficial for breakthroughs.

After waking up, he sat cross-legged in the courtyard to meditate on the Ten Thousand Sword Art. Having successfully converted his cultivation method, it was time to begin training.

With his superior comprehension and powerful soul strength, his insight improved.

The Dou Qi within his body circulated along the path of the Ten Thousand Sword Art, stirring up a gentle breeze around him. If one looked closely, the breeze was actually a layer of minute sword energy.

Hmph!

Suddenly, Hun Tiandi frowned slightly, his thin body trembling. It turned out that after the Dou Qi transformed into sword energy, it produced a stinging pain as it traveled through his meridians.

The sharp sword energy scraped across his meridians, and under the perception of his soul strength, he realized his meridians were actually strengthening slightly.

One must know that Hun Tiandi had broken through the extreme limit, condensing a Dou Qi whirlpool only after breaking through the tenth stage of Dou Zhi Qi, making his physical body incomparably strong.

His entire body's meridians and bones were tempered to be incomparably tough.

Now, under the operation of the Ten Thousand Sword Art, it actually had a tempering effect; this was an unexpected discovery.

He felt more excitement than anything; what was a mere bit of pain?

Strength was the only guarantee.

Tempering the body with sword energy?

Simply put, after tempering all his meridians, he moved his mind, and the sword energy broke through the meridians to begin tempering his flesh, blood, and bones.

The surrounding energy was drawn in, gathering and surging beside him, increasing the pain tenfold.

It was like the torture of being sliced by a thousand knives.

Hun Tiandi used his tenacious will to forcibly suppress it, remaining as immovable as a mountain. The energy around his body surged, entering his frame and roaring through his meridians, refining into Dou Qi.

It poured into the whirlpool, surged out from within, and followed the Ten Thousand Sword Art to transform into sword energy, tempering his physical body.

The bones and flesh within his body also became purer, greedily absorbing the sword energy.

Feeling the gradually filling Dou Qi, Hun Tiandi breathed a sigh of relief.

He settled his mind and absorbed energy with all his might. Above his head, an energy vortex three zhang in size formed, pouring down into his body.

Regarding this surging energy, the Blood Scripture refused nothing, like a bottomless pit, allowing the energy to roar and swallowing it all.

Hun Tiandi used sword energy to temper his physical body, which was also to let his body adapt to sword energy early.

After the Ten Thousand Sword Art reached great success, it would forge the Body of Ten Thousand Swords, incorporating ten thousand sword souls into the body; therefore, he needed a frame capable of bearing these sword souls.

Currently, his Blood God Body had not yet been activated, so he could only use this rudimentary method, tempering it bit by bit.

Under such devouring, Hun Tiandi clearly perceived his physical body becoming increasingly powerful.

His bones and flesh had a limit to their absorption; once exceeded, it was feared that a scene of shattering would occur.

With a thought, the roaring energy bellowed. Wisps of pure energy, as if drawn by a pull, surged toward the whirlpool.

The pure and vigorous energy was swallowed up entirely upon approaching the whirlpool.

After the energy followed the path of the Blood Scripture for one cycle, it became docile.

Boom!

This massive energy injected into the whirlpool, emitting bursts of roaring sounds that shook his soul, pouring in ceaselessly.

The volume of the whirlpool began to grow slowly.

As the whirlpool grew, his soul strength perceived that his strength was rapidly increasing.

It had been nearly a month and a half since he had just broken through to become a six-star Dou Practitioner; was he about to break through again?

In the small courtyard, gusts of wind were stirred up, and the roaring energy vibrated.

Ding!

In the quiet courtyard, at a certain moment, a faint whistling sound resonated within Hun Tiandi's body.

As the sound spread, Hun Tiandi's aura surged significantly.

"Seven-star Dou Practitioner!"

Originally, with Hun Tiandi's strength, if he wanted to break through and improve by another level, normal cultivation would require at least two or three months.

Only then could he improve by one star; and that was considered fast.

However, Hun Tiandi did not take the usual path. He had absorbed the rich energy of the Flame Fruit at the bottom of the hot spring and had engaged in countless life-and-death battles in the mountains.

Training in the sword art, fighting while bathed in blood, although he had fallen into dangerous situations several times during the process.

Due to twists of fate, the benefits Hun Tiandi gained were also significant.

Life-and-death battles were always the most effective means of improving strength; the number of extreme battles he had experienced during this period was countless.

Therefore, under such massive energy infusion, breaking through again was a natural progression.

It even exceeded Hun Tiandi's expectations.

Hun Tiandi, sitting cross-legged on the bluestone, had a glow appear on his handsome face. After it dissipated, he opened his eyes abruptly, a pale red light flickering within them.

It vanished immediately afterward.

The aura on his body also retracted into his body, finally disappearing completely.

Exhaling a breath of stale air, Hun Tiandi rose and stretched. Hearing the crisp cracking sounds and feeling the stream-like Dou Qi within his body.

He revealed a faint smile and swung his fists abruptly. The wind of his punches vibrated, and the air whistled.

The breakthrough of one star in cultivation was completely within his control.

Clang!

Hun Tiandi fiddled with the cutlery, prepared a table full of delicacies, and sat on a bamboo chair, preparing to eat.

Hmm?

He let out a query; his soul strength perceived that there was someone outside the small courtyard.

"Since you've come, just come in!" Hun Tiandi said.

Creak!

The person who pushed the door open and entered was none other than Senior Sister Liu Hanbing, who had previously encountered him at the hot spring, where an ambiguous scene had occurred, causing some misunderstanding between the two.

"Eat quickly! This is the last meal!"

Hun Tiandi said indifferently.

As soon as these words were spoken, Senior Sister Liu Hanbing's beautiful eyes looked sharply at Hun Tiandi, appearing extremely surprised.

Her expression seemed to be asking: "Where are you going?"

Hun Tiandi did not speak, continuously finishing the meal, but Senior Sister Liu Hanbing had lost her usual spirit.

It was as if she felt lost in her heart because Hun Tiandi said he was leaving.

"Where are you going?"