46: Chapter 46 Wildfire and Hundred Slashes
[Chu Sheng stared at the small bronze pot with a complex expression.]
demon refining pot, low-grade earth artifact.
He was just a little cultivator at Qi Induction Fourth Grade; if word got out that he had a treasure of this level in his possession, no one would believe it.
["Gotta keep a low profile, gotta keep a low profile..." Chu Sheng muttered, carefully putting the pot into his Storage Pouch, pressing it under three sets of clean underwear.]
[Then he pulled out another item.]
A three-foot qing feng sword, its blade light and lithe, with a faint green light flowing over it.
A low-grade mortal spirit sword, Qing Feng.
He had spent 100 simulation points to exchange for it from the shop. Previously, he had cherished it like a precious treasure, wiping it three times a day and even sleeping with it by his pillow.
But now...
"Tsk, suddenly it feels a bit shabby."
Chu Sheng shook his head, "But at least I spent a hundred points on it, can't let it go to waste."
[He gripped the hilt, circulating his spiritual energy, preparing to refine it.]
Then he was stunned.
It was refined in an instant again.
And it even recognized him as its master instantly.
["What's the situation?" Chu Sheng's eyes widened. "It's already refined and recognized me as master? I haven't even used any strength yet?"]
[He tried to operate the sword mantra, and the qing feng sword immediately hummed, the blade glowing with a faint green light, as obedient as a well-behaved dog.]
[Chu Sheng silently took out the demon refining pot, looked at it, then looked at the qing feng sword again.]
["So it was your doing."]
[Duobao Heavenly Venerable effect triggered: Refining speed greatly increased.]
Chu Sheng's mouth twitched.
"I didn't expect my own spirit sword to be such a snob."
After refining a low-grade earth artifact like the demon refining pot, refining a Yellow-rank Low Grade was indeed as easy as drinking water.
The way he looked at the qing feng sword changed, from a precious treasure to scrap metal.
["Forget it, forget it, at least it's a sword."]
[Chu Sheng walked to the center of the courtyard, drew the qing feng sword, and struck an opening pose.]
[Sword Saint triggered: You have extraordinary talent in the Way of the Sword; your speed in practicing sword techniques is doubled.]
[A surge of enlightenment flooded his mind.]
[He closed his eyes, and the movements of the "Nine Swords of Swift Wind" surfaced in his mind.]
That set of sword mantras he had spent 100 points to exchange for; he had practiced it for a few days before.
He could only be considered to have barely scratched the surface, at the same level as an old man practicing Tai Chi.
But now...
[He opened his eyes and flicked his wrist.]
[The sword light was like a rainbow!]
[Nine Swords of Swift Wind, first form: Wind Chaser!]
[Second form: Lightning Chaser!]
[Third form: Cloud Piercer!]
[Fourth form: Wave Breaker!]
[One strike after another, flowing like moving clouds and water.]
[An hour later, he sheathed his sword and stood still.]
"This Sword Saint trait... is too powerful."
He looked at the scene in the simulation, "In the last simulation, I was still miserably acting as some alchemy tool man."
[He looked down at the qing feng sword in his hand; this ordinary low-grade mortal spirit sword seemed to have come to life in his hands.]
["Again!"]
[He took a deep breath and closed his eyes.]
["Blazing Slash!"]
[With a thrust of the sword, a cluster of flames ignited on the blade!]
["Prairie Fire!"]
[With the second strike, the flames surged!]
["Hundred Slashes of Spreading Fire!"]
Chu Sheng swung his sword like a madman, each strike carrying a phantom of blazing fire.
Finally—
"Boom!"
The blade erupted in raging flames, and with one slash, fire filled the sky!
["It's done!" Chu Sheng almost jumped up. "The Blazing Fire Sword Technique is complete!"]
[He panted heavily, looking at the sword in his hand with a grin.]
"The Sword Saint trait is truly terrifying."
Chu Sheng looked at himself in the screen.
"In the future, I can brag about being a genius who created his own sword techniques."
...
[A few days later, the gate of the Listening to Bamboo Pavilion was knocked on.]
[Xiao Huan went to open the door, and a group of people stood outside.]
[Great Steward, Lin Hao, Deacon Qian, Deacon Sun, Li Zhiyi, Eldest Young Master of Li Family, and that thin deacon from the Wang family...]
[There were also a few disciples from the branch families watching the excitement.]
[Chu Sheng was practicing his sword in the courtyard. Seeing so many people flooding in, he was stunned.]
["Everyone, this is..."]
[Great Steward coughed dryly: "Attendant Chu, I heard you've been in seclusion lately. Everyone was concerned and came to visit."]
[Chu Sheng's mouth twitched.]
[Li Zhiyi's eyes were sparkling: "Attendant Chu, you're practicing the sword?"]
[Chu Sheng nodded.]
[Lin Hao muttered from behind: "An alchemist practicing the sword, what for..."]
[Before he could finish, Chu Sheng flicked his wrist.]
[A withered tree as thick as an arm in the corner of the courtyard snapped into two with a "crack."]
[The whole place went silent.]
[Lin Hao's fan dropped to the ground.]
[Li Zhiyi's eyes were full of stars: "Attendant Chu! You even know sword techniques?!"]
[Chu Sheng sheathed his sword: "I know a little, just a little."]
[Great Steward's expression was complex: "Attendant Chu, this sword technique... who did you learn it from?"]
[Chu Sheng shook his head: "Self-taught. I chop wood every day, and after chopping for a while, I just learned it."]
[Everyone fell silent.]
[Lin Hao and Han Li silently retreated behind the crowd.]
[Lin Hao's legs were trembling.]
["Why didn't he split me with an axe when I was bullying him before?"]
[Li Zhiyi leaned in: "Attendant Chu, teach me sword techniques!"]
[Chu Shenglaugh out loud: "Miss Li, didn't you want to learn alchemy?"]
["Alchemy is so boring! Sword techniques are cool!"]
[Chu Sheng: ...]
[He looked at everyone: "Why don't you take a look at a few new sword moves I've created?"]
[Everyone's eyes lit up.]
[Chu Sheng walked to the center of the courtyard.]
[The sword light transformed into a sea of fire filling the sky. A heatwave rushed toward them as strike after strike burned everything in sight!]
["Boom—!"]
[The pile of firewood in the corner of the courtyard wall was instantly swallowed by flames and turned to ash.]
[Dead silence fell over the scene.]
[After a long time, Eldest Young Master of Li Family spoke with difficulty: "Attendant Chu, this sword technique..."]
["Blazing Slash, Prairie Fire, Hundred Slashes of Spreading Fire." Chu Sheng sheathed his sword. "I just created them; they're not yet mature."]
[Just created? Not yet mature?]
[The deacon from the Wang family took a deep breath and cupped his hands: "Attendant Chu, this Wang is impressed!"]
[Deacon Qian and Deacon Sun nodded repeatedly.]
[Great Steward chuckled dryly: "Attendant Chu is truly a rare genius, peerless in both alchemy and the Way of the Sword..."]
[Chu Sheng waved his hand: "The Chief Steward overpraises me."]
[The crowd dispersed with various looks in their eyes.]
[Before leaving, Li Zhiyi stuffed a sachet into Chu Sheng's hands and ran off with a flushed face.]
[Chu Sheng looked at the crookedly embroidered mandarin ducks on the sachet, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.]
[Xiao Huan poked her head out from behind the door: "Big Brother Chu, you're about to have another little fangirl."]
[Chu Sheng knocked her forehead.]
[Xiao Huan clutched her forehead and hid back.]
[Chu ShengPut away the sachet, felt the demon refining pot in his bosom.]
[On a sudden whim, he took the pot out, placed it on the stove, and poured some water into it.]
[Xiao Huan peeked: "Big Brother Chu, what are you doing?"]
[Chu Sheng said solemnly: "Boiling water."]
[Xiao Huan: ...]
[Sunlight spilled down, and the Listening to Bamboo Pavilion was as quiet as usual.]
[Only that kettle for boiling water quietly emitted steam, the patterns on its body faintly shimmering with an eerie light.]
[As if it, too, was looking forward to the next hunt.]