Born with immortal seed

Chapter 686 A Petty Man's Change of Face
With Bai Zichen's talent in swordsmanship, he possesses an invisible sword bone.

It was acquired through the Nine Heavens Bone Forging Technique and later cultivation.

Of course, people in the cultivation world wouldn't think that way; they had long suspected that he possessed several sword bones.

Some guessed two or three sticks, while quite a few guessed five or six sticks.

His reputation among sword cultivators has now been hailed as the greatest swordsmanship talent since the time of his enlightenment in ancient times.

Even if we consider all cultivators, only a few extraordinary experts who possessed the combat power of the Void Refinement stage at the top are at the forefront.

Those kendo fanatics elevated him to godlike status.

Once he reaches the Divine Transformation stage, the title of the world's number one person will truly fall upon his head.

Aside from the Nine Heavens Bone Forging Technique, Bai Zichen had never heard of any other cultivation method that could generate sword bones after birth.

Even the most ruthless and demonic arts, capable of seizing someone's essence, must have a target to be taken away; they cannot be created out of thin air.

In the cultivation world, the only known possessors of sword bones are a handful of people, including Li Fengzi and his disciples from the Qinglian Sword Sect, and Kong Bai from the Killing Sword Sect.

The Autumn Frost Sword Bone is equivalent to sealing an Autumn Frost Sword Intent into a cultivator's body, and it is an inexhaustible and controllable one.

He was able to master the state of sword intent at will, a state that even Nascent Soul sword cultivators find difficult to achieve, starting from the Qi Refining stage.

In terms of swordsmanship, he had a commanding perspective from the very beginning, giving him far more advantages than ordinary people.

The sword intent was desolate, accompanied by a chilling aura; it was possible that someone at the Core Formation stage could channel their complete true intent into the sword light.

"Autumn Frost Sword Bone?"

Yuan Wu stood there, stunned; this term seemed so distant to him.

He was born into a hunter family and grew up listening to legends of immortals. Later, during a chase of a mountain leopard, he saved an old man who had lost both legs.

After saving the man's life, he learned that the old man was a cultivator from the story, and after testing, he realized that he, with dual spiritual roots of metal and earth, could also embark on the path of cultivation.

From then on, Yuan Wu followed the old man, traveling east and west, cultivating Taoist arts along the way, and collecting spiritual herbs to see if there was any chance of his severed limbs regenerating.

The old man was chasing after a fleeing monster when he became too aggressive and was accidentally bitten by a dying third-tier monster.

Both legs were severed at the root; a few inches deeper and he would surely have lost his life.

After the Jishui Camp was abandoned, it became a paradise for rogue cultivators, and a large number of cultivators whose families and sects had been destroyed came here.

For most cultivators, venturing into the Eastern Regions, reclaiming the Demon Lands, and even further out to sea, was an unrealistic plan.

Leaving one's hometown and traversing thousands of miles is fraught with unknown risks.

Unless you're traveling with a large group of pioneers, those below the Nascent Soul stage cannot guarantee their safety on the road.

The abandoned Jishui camp became a gathering place for impoverished cultivators from all over the country, numbering at least tens of thousands.

As the number of people increases, various factions gradually form, intertwined and complex. After years of fierce competition, some have emerged as leaders.

After arriving in this place, Yuan Wu, with his considerable strength and resourcefulness, gathered a large number of people around him.

However, before he could gather all the pills, the old man who was both his teacher and father passed away.

Until his death, he refused to accept Yuan Wu as a disciple, fearing that it would delay Yuan Wu's future search for a renowned teacher.

Yuan Wu had long since become accustomed to the strange occurrences that would erupt in his body every now and then, and with the improvement of his cultivation, he felt much better.

That feeling of being worse than dead, with one's whole body frozen solid, used to happen every few days, but after reaching the Foundation Establishment stage, it only happens once a year.

Moreover, as long as you persevere, your skills will improve.

He had always regarded it as a kind of spirit with negative effects, never expecting that it would be revealed to be the Autumn Frost Sword Bone.

As a cultivator from the Central Region, even those at the bottom have a broader perspective than others, and have heard of the great name of Sword Bone.

This phenomenon usually only occurs in high-level sword cultivators. The fact that it has happened to him indicates that his potential is much higher than expected.

"Thank you for your guidance, senior. Otherwise, I would still be in the dark and not know when I would have found out."

Yuan Wu suddenly realized why he had been able to learn swordsmanship so easily, having mastered the three and a half blood-stained sword manuals that the old man had picked up from the battlefield.

He also won more often than he lost against cultivators of the same level, even when he intentionally held back some of his abilities.

"I'm here to ask you, would you like to become my disciple... With your talent, it would be a great pity if no one taught you. In a few decades, when you look back, you will find that you have taken many wrong paths and wasted too much time."

This was the first time Bai Zichen had taken the initiative to ask to recruit a disciple.

To prove his strength, he shot out several sword threads from his five fingers, sweeping them across the stone table in front of him, leaving behind a pile of ashes in an instant.

Although one of his disciples, Ma Ruoxi, is devoted to the way of the sword and loves it with all her heart, she is limited by her talent and it is almost impossible for her to follow in his footsteps in the way of the sword.

The key is that many of Bai Zichen's skills came from chance encounters and external assistance, and are not easy to pass on.

Just as no matter how much he taught her, he could never teach Ma Ruoxi the ability to refine multiple natal flying swords at the same time.

There's no way to reduce the true essence consumption of a flying sword that matches one's own realm to zero, while simultaneously controlling seven or eight flying swords.

In addition, Bai Zichen's talent may appear ordinary on the surface, but he actually possesses a mysterious sacred body that becomes more and more useful as time goes on, so there is no question that he is too weak in any particular area.

The idea that a disciple doesn't necessarily have to be inferior to his teacher doesn't hold true for him.

To inherit his swordsmanship, one must be one of the top swordsmen in the cultivation world; otherwise, it is impossible to forge one's own path.

Yuan Wu not only possesses the Autumn Frost Sword Spirit, but the characteristics and fighting habits he displays in combat, along with the occasional flashes of brilliance, prove that he is a very promising sword cultivator.

If one has their own mentor, there is a high chance of reaching the Nascent Soul stage.

Yuan Wu was taken aback, realizing that he had underestimated the mysterious senior; this was not something a Core Formation cultivator could do.

The forbidden laws in the Jishui camp were completely stripped away, but the large, fixed items that couldn't be taken away remained in place.

When the camp was first built, the possibility of monsters rushing straight to it was taken into consideration, and no expense was spared in the construction of the spiritual materials.

Even without the restrictions, it would be extremely difficult to destroy it.

Bai Zichen accomplished this effortlessly, turning the stone table into dust, completely exceeding Yuan Wu's expectations.

Anyway, those few Core Formation cultivators in the Jishui camp definitely couldn't do it.

"I am more than willing to accept you as my disciple, it is an opportunity I could never wait for in ten lifetimes... But I have made a vow to follow Young Master Jin to break the existing unfair world and to build a completely new order."

A look of hesitation flashed across Yuan Wu's face, but he quickly made a decision, his firm tone tinged with a hint of confusion.

“Cultivation resources are monopolized by those super sects, while aristocratic families pick up scraps from under the sects… and ordinary sects don’t even get the scraps. Young Master Jin wants to build a world where everyone is like a dragon, and the world is in harmony. Next year, he will integrate the cultivators in the camp, establish a refugee army, and conquer the territory that belongs to us.”

After saying that, Yuan Wu seemed to have found his purpose in life, and his eyes lit up.

It's easy to tell whether someone is just being polite or speaking from the heart.

"What ambition... If everyone could be like a dragon, the world would be at peace. Who is this young master Jin?"

Bai Zichen considered several possibilities: making demands, having doubts about his identity, having a master, etc.

But I never expected to receive such a reply.

It looks beautiful and is very persuasive, but it challenges the existing order of the cultivation world and every sect that profits from this order.

Turning to ancient texts reveals that this idea was prevalent only in the very beginning of antiquity.

At that time, the human race had just been freed from a state of enslavement, and their status was low. The cultivation techniques they practiced were rudimentary and lacked any real power. The difference in strength between people was not significant.

However, with development and progress, this idea was quickly rendered obsolete.

The disparity in individual strength is plain to see.

Extreme cultivators do not regard the lower classes as their own kind; they believe that the essence of their lives has been sublimated, reaching another realm.

It's perfectly normal for this so-called "Young Master Jin" to be able to gather a group of followers; the appeal of these slogans to young cultivators is immeasurable.

In addition, the Jishui camp was mostly composed of independent cultivators and failures, all of whom had a strong desire to change the world.

This theory is perfectly suited to its target audience and its specific timeframe.

The war between humans and demons caused countless families to be torn apart and lives lost, but some cultivators seized the opportunity and soared to great heights.

On one side are newly built high-rise buildings, and on the other side are old buildings collapsing. This stark contrast raises the question: Is this the way things have always been in the cultivation world, and is it the right thing to do?
"Young Master Jin also comes from a humble background, having found half a scroll of a celestial book in his youth, yet his talent is no less than that of the direct descendants of major sects. He has always refused to join a sect, cultivating on his own to the peak of the Core Formation stage. Furthermore, he has saved countless lives and mediated conflicts between various factions during the Ji River Camp. His ideals have many supporters, and he plans to continue expanding their reach in the future..."

Yuan Wu spoke faster and faster, clearly showing his great admiration for Young Master Jin.

After listening to the lengthy introduction, Bai Zichen realized that this young master Jin was indeed quite accomplished and not the kind of cultivator who made up stories.

Whether it's the implementation of the concept, the planned organizational structure, or the future development direction, everything has a clear direction.

It's no wonder that a genius like Yuan Wu, who came from the mountains and fields, was moved and even declined the offer to become a disciple of a Nascent Soul senior.

"I never imagined that the lower levels of the Central Region had become like this. It's completely different from when I traveled through the Central Region back then..."

Bai Zichen's heart stirred. The individual Young Master Jin was nothing, but the serious matter was the phenomenon exposed in the Jishui camp.

Similar situations are likely to occur in other parts of the Central Region as well.

Who knows, there might be someone behind the scenes fanning the flames and providing assistance.

"You have great ambitions, and I will not force you to. This means we have no affinity as master and disciple... I will pass on a set of sword techniques to you so that you can practice them on your own and not waste the sword bones in your body."

Bai Zichen randomly selected a sword technique from the Wuzhen Sword Manual, and with a light palm strike, the contents of the sword technique were transmitted into the opponent's mind.

Ignoring what Yuan Wu wanted to say next, he turned into a beam of light and left.

"A gentleman changes like a leopard, while a petty person changes his face... Judging from a glimpse of the whole leopard through a pipe, the Central Region is likely to undergo unprecedented upheavals. I will simply stay on Rotten Axe Mountain and observe the changes quietly."

A storm is brewing at the grassroots level, brewing a major explosion.

The powers were redistributed at the top, and one by one, the major clans of the past quietly disappeared from the map of the Central Region.

Once the right moment arrives, the powder keg buried underground will explode with a deafening roar.

Bai Zichen put aside his dreams for the future, thinking that a small boat is easier to turn around.

If the world really does change, the Qingfeng Sect can make timely adjustments. As long as he is there, they will not be left behind by the tides of time.

(End of this chapter)