155: Myriad Tribulations Sword Intent, My Sword Dao

"Phew..."

Fu Yuechi let out a long breath of turbid air. Although she forced herself to remain calm, her slightly trembling fingertips betrayed the turmoil in her heart.

She glanced at the small bowl of grayish-white powder inside the qiankun cauldron, her gaze complex.

"It's done."

Qin Lang quickly found several specially made jade bottles and carefully portioned out the bone ash.

"Teacher, it's all thanks to you this time. Please take half."

He handed over a jade bottle, his sincerity evident.

Fu Yuechi did not take it.

"No need."

She waved her hand, returning to her usual cold demeanor.

"Although the will within that divine bone was dangerous, it also tempered my martial will. This is of great benefit to my Mental Energy cultivation, and that is enough."

After saying that, she gave Qin Lang a deep look, her tone becoming extremely serious.

"Remember, an ordinary man is innocent, but possessing a treasure makes him guilty."

"The value of this thing is enough to tempt old monsters above the Ninth-Tier. Until you have sufficient strength, you must never let a third person know."

"Understood!"

Qin Lang nodded solemnly.

After seeing off Fu Yuechi, the nerves that had been tense for five days and nights finally relaxed.

Intense fatigue hit him like a tide, and Qin Lang fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.

He slept until the sun was high in the sky the next day.

After a quick wash, Qin Lang walked out the door feeling refreshed.

Just as he reached the school gate, he was blocked by several suspicious-looking people.

"Student Qin, I heard you have a heavenly dao talisman? Our family head is willing to offer fifty million..."

"Not for sale."

Qin Lang didn't even stop his pace, interrupting the other party directly.

This kind of life-saving trump card wouldn't be traded for any amount of money.

After shaking those people off, he soared into the air, heading straight for Liuyun Island.

Tiangong Pavilion.

When Madam Liuyan, the charming shopkeeper, saw Qin Lang, her seductive eyes immediately lit up.

"Oh my, isn't this our great champion Qin? What wind blew you here?"

"Madam Liuyan, I want to commission a set of Flying Swords."

Qin Lang got straight to the point.

"I want the best Materials and the best craftsmanship. The Rank must be at least six-stars."

The smile on Madam Liuyan's face faded slightly, revealing a hint of difficulty.

"six-star Flying Swords... that won't be easy to make."

"We at Tiangong Pavilion can gather the Materials, but to reach peak quality, even our chief Artifact Refiner only has a thirty percent chance of success."

"What if I provide a special additive?"

Qin Lang flipped his palm, and a small jade bottle appeared.

It was the divine bone ash.

"This is?"

Madam Liuyan leaned in and took a sniff, but she couldn't feel any energy fluctuations; it seemed like ordinary lime.

"Something that can transform a weapon."

Qin Lang didn't explain much and simply said,

"Add a small pinch of this during the smelting process."

Madam Liuyan's brow furrowed slightly.

"Young Master Qin, Artifact Refining is delicate work. Adding Materials haphazardly can easily cause the furnace to explode. When that happens, the material costs..."

"If it explodes, I'll pay for it, but I have one requirement."

Qin Lang interrupted her.

"This set of Flying Swords must be made by your best master, using this bottle of powder to hammer it for all it's worth!"

Although Madam Liuyan had her doubts, since the client had spoken, she naturally had no objection.

"Fine, since Young Master Qin is so confident, we'll take this order."

"However, the material and labor costs for six-star Flying Swords are astronomical..."

The corners of Qin Lang's mouth curled up slightly.

He flipped his wrist, and that broken, incomplete sword appeared out of thin air, slammed heavily onto the counter.

Clang!

An ancient and sharp Sword Intent instantly filled the entire room.

Madam Liuyan's pupils contracted sharply, and her breathing instantly became rapid.

As an expert in Artifact Refining, how could she not recognize what this was?

"This is... a Sacred Artifact?!"

Although it was incomplete, the material, the patterns, and that heart-palpitating aura were undoubtedly those of a weapon used by a Tenth-Tier Saint!

"I want to use it to offset the forging costs."

Qin Lang's fingers lightly tapped the blade.

"I'll lend it to you to study for a week."

"In a week, when the Flying Swords are delivered, the Sacred Artifact will be returned."

Madam Liuyan trembled with excitement. Her hands wanted to touch the sword, but she didn't dare, fearing she might desecrate the treasure.

For an Artifact Refiner, being able to personally study a Sacred Artifact, even a broken one, was far more tempting than tens of millions of biological energy!

"Deal!"

Madam Liuyan's voice even changed its pitch, fearing Qin Lang might change his mind.

"Don't worry, Young Master Qin! This week, all the Great Masters of our Tiangong Pavilion will stop their current work and focus entirely on forging this set of Flying Swords for you!"

"If we don't produce a top-grade product, I, Liuyan, will smash my own shop sign!"

Having settled the matter of the weapons, Qin Lang was in a great mood.

He took another stroll through the medicinal herb shops on Liuyun Island.

To completely heal Shangguan Xue's grandfather's injuries, he still needed to concoct a "Life Retrospection Potion."

Unfortunately, after visiting all the shops, he was still missing one main ingredient—"Soul-Returning Grass."

"It seems I'll have to wait until I enter the Deep Space Ruins to try my luck."

Qin Lang shook his head with some regret.

Returning to Olympus Academy, he heard the familiar sound of wind being broken as soon as he entered the dormitory area.

In the Training Room.

A graceful figure was holding a long sword, sweating profusely in front of a testing stone.

It was Shangguan Xue.

She had clearly just finished her seclusion. Her tight-fitting practice clothes outlined her tall figure perfectly.

However, she seemed to have hit a Bottleneck.

That move, "Formless Gives Birth to All Phenomena," was always missing something. Although the Sword Qi was sharp, it lacked a bit of variation.

"That's not how you use a sword."

Qin Lang pushed the door open and walked over with a smile.

Hearing the voice, Shangguan Xue turned her head in surprise.

"You're back?"

"Yeah. Seeing you practice so hard, I came specifically to give you some private tutoring."

Qin Lang naturally walked behind her, his right hand gripping her sword-holding hand, while his left hand supported her slender waist.

The familiar warm breath surrounded Shangguan Xue, causing her originally tense body to soften instantly.

"Don't get distracted. Feel how I exert force."

Qin Lang's voice rang in her ear.

Guiding Shangguan Xue's hand, he slowly swung the sword.

This strike looked slow and lacked any flashiness.

But the moment it was swung, the surrounding air seemed to be drawn by some invisible force, becoming distorted.

"Formless does not mean shapeless."

"It means all phenomena are illusory; only the intent is eternal."

Buzz!

The blade trembled slightly.

Shangguan Xue only felt a profound Concept rush through Qin Lang's palm and straight into her mind.

That feeling was like suddenly seeing a bright lantern in the middle of a fog.

All her confusion vanished in an instant.

"I understand!"

Shangguan Xue's beautiful eyes brightened suddenly.

Following that feeling, her wrist suddenly flicked.

Swish!

An almost transparent Sword Qi shot out.

But as this Sword Qi flew, it split into two, then four, and finally transformed into a sky full of sword shadows.

Boom!

The incredibly hard meteoric iron in front of her was instantly sliced into pieces, the cuts as smooth as a mirror.

"I did it!"

Shangguan Xue turned around excitedly and threw her arms around Qin Lang.

"I've learned it! This is the final form of the Formless Sword Art!"

Feeling the joy of the beauty in his arms, Qin Lang was about to tease her a bit.

In his mind, the long-awaited System notification suddenly rang out.

[Ding! Your bound target Shangguan Xue has successfully mastered the Earth-Grade combat technique "Formless Sword Art," reaching the Realm of Perfection.]

[Detected that the host has already mastered this combat technique; the reward has been changed.]

[Triggered special critical hit rebate!]

[You have obtained "Profound Truth Sublimation"!]

[Congratulations to the host for comprehending "Myriad Tribulations Sword Intent" (Micro-level)!]

Boom!

An indescribable, terrifying aura instantly exploded within Qin Lang's Sea of Consciousness.

It wasn't an increase in power, but a sublimation of his Realm.

That was... Sword Intent!

True Sword Intent!

Qin Lang felt as if his Soul had transformed into a sword, suspended above the Nine Heavens, enduring myriad tribulations without being destroyed.

He subconsciously pressed his fingers together like a sword and made a light stroke.

Chih!

A tiny black crack actually appeared in the space ahead, as if even the Void Realm had been sliced open.

Although it was only for a moment, that destructive aura caused Shangguan Xue's face in his arms to turn deathly pale instantly.

"This... what is this?"

She looked at Qin Lang's fingertips in terror.

Qin Lang took a deep breath, suppressing the surging wild joy in his heart.

Sword Intent!

This was the "True Intent" power that only a Fourth-Tier War Sect Master could master!

It was the so-called prototype of a Law!

Usually, only after reaching the Fourth-Tier, when the energy core liquefies and Mental Energy undergoes a metamorphosis, can one barely touch this threshold.

Yet he was clearly only at the Third-Tier.

He had actually mastered the signature power of a Fourth-Tier Expert in advance!

Although it was just the starting "Micro-level," the significance of this was absolutely earth-shattering!

This meant that in battles against those of the same Rank, he would possess absolute dominance.

Even when facing a true Fourth-Tier War Sect Master, he would no longer be at a disadvantage on the level of "quality."

"I didn't manage to exploit a bug, but this time..."

Qin Lang looked at his fingers, the corners of his mouth curling into an arrogant arc.

"A massive profit!"