Dreaming for 10,000 years

Chapter 359 Sword Light
"Is this swordsmanship?"

"It's swordsmanship!"

"Isn't this swordsmanship?"

"This is just sword-like knife technique."

"..."

Young A-Gu narrowed his slender eyes slightly, staring down at the blood-stained sword in his hand. The mottled rust on the sword gleamed an eerie dark red in the moonlight, like dried blood.

He always felt that the "Stone Immortal" in front of him was talking incoherently, but then he thought, maybe all immortals are like this.jpg.

After a moment's thought, he stopped worrying about whether Shi Fei was teaching him knife skills or sword skills.

Whether it's knife skills or sword skills, as long as they're usable and can help us break out of the witch cult, that's fine!

Shi Fei taught him very meticulously, and the boy learned very diligently. He was arguably the smartest boy Shi Fei had ever encountered, and in just over a month, he easily mastered the swordsmanship.

Shi Fei leaned against the door frame of his self-built sand hut, watching the intelligent young man diligently practicing his swordsmanship in the desert.

In just two months, A-Gu had almost mastered the set of moves that were "sword-like but not knife-like".

This small courtyard in the desert was built by Shi Fei using special techniques. The foundation is buried three zhang deep, and the walls are made with a special adhesive that even the raging sandstorms cannot damage it.

There were even a few tenacious sea buckthorn bushes planted in the yard, casting dappled shadows under the moonlight.

He taught the boy swordsmanship in the Rusty Sword Courtyard simply because the boy was the only one there who could speak.

He didn't know why he was here, nor how he would leave, but in any case, he had to make the best of what he had.

A boy who can speak is like a junior.

A long time passed, perhaps a year, perhaps two, when A-Gu suddenly put down the king crab she was eating halfway through; the plump crab legs were still steaming hot.

His figure began to blur, like a reflection in water being disturbed.

“I’m waking up,” he said calmly, as if he had expected it. He knew it was a dream, and he would wake up sooner or later.

Before Shi Fei could respond, the boy's figure vanished like smoke. Only half a king crab remained, landing with a "plop" on the sand, instantly swallowed by the quicksand.

Agu suddenly opened her eyes.

The familiar thatched roof came into view, with moonlight filtering through the gaps and casting dappled patterns of light on the ground.

here it is……

His home.

Since his nominal father died, he's been all alone here.

He slowly sat up, the simple wooden bed creaking under the weight.

The room was filled with all sorts of bottles and jars: a glass bottle containing centipedes, a pottery urn soaking snake gall, and a bronze cauldron for cultivating Gu worms. These objects, which would be terrifying to ordinary people, were his "toys" from childhood to adulthood.

To outsiders, Gu magic seems incredibly mysterious, but to him, it's nothing special. Especially since many old guys have mastered numerous unique Gu techniques, making them extremely difficult to deal with.

"It really was a dream," he murmured to himself, yet he could still recall the delicious taste of the king crab in his dream. In the dream, he had eaten delicacies from all over the world and even encountered a strange deity.

But soon, his eyes sharpened again. Because he had something more important to do.

It was still dark outside. A-Gu put on her clothes, got up quietly, and took out a rusty sword from a hidden compartment under the bed.

This rusty sword was unremarkable, unlike the bloodstained one in his dream. It was a sword he had found by chance, next to a pile of bones in the mountains.

He gripped a rusty sword in his hand, his eyes filled with murderous intent as he looked out the window. In the distance, the lights of the main altar of the Witchcraft Cult remained brightly lit.

In two or three years, the elders will throw this "holy son" into the alchemy furnace and use his flesh and blood to refine the so-called "invulnerable to all poisons pill".

A cold smile curled at the corner of A Gu's mouth, and a murderous intent that was beyond her years flashed in her narrow eyes.

He knew that even if he mastered all the Gu techniques within the Witchcraft Cult, he wouldn't be able to break free of it; the Witchcraft Cult would haunt him for life. He needed to find another way to escape the Witchcraft Cult, and perhaps even destroy it entirely!

His choice was the sword, a sword to kill!
Pushing open the door, A-Gu gripped the sword tightly in her hand.

The sword was covered in rust and its blade was dull and clumsy, as if it were just a piece of scrap iron. But when he clenched his fingers, a subtle tremor came from his palm, like a sleeping beast awakening.

He closed his eyes, and the image of practicing swordsmanship in his dream appeared in his mind—the sword light was as white as snow, cutting through the wind and severing the moon, each move was extremely fierce, yet it also carried a kind of strange rhythm.

Those moves were not originally his, but at this moment, they were boiling in his blood and etching killing intent into his bones.

"Try it..."

He suddenly opened his eyes, flicked his wrist, and the rusty sword drew an arc in the air.

"Shh-"

Where the sword's edge swept past, a faint blue light appeared, like a will-o'-the-wisp suddenly flashing in the night, eerie and cold.

The light was not an illusion, but real sword energy that condensed in the air and did not dissipate, as if it could even cut through the wind.

"As expected... what I learned in my dream was true."

A-Gu's eyes blazed with even more killing intent, as if he had become a completely different person. The killing intent that had been suppressed in his heart for many years now surged forth with his moves.

He used to keep his true thoughts buried in his heart, but now no one can stop him!

Without further hesitation, he turned and swept his sword horizontally, the dark blue sword light shooting out like a venomous snake, instantly tearing through the darkness of the courtyard.

"laugh--"

Not far away, a thin line appeared silently on the trunk of an old locust tree. The next second, the trunk slowly slid down, the cut as smooth as a mirror, as if it had been instantly severed by the sharpest blade.

"Ah……"

A-Gu sneered, but her gaze turned to the shadows of the courtyard wall.

"Have you seen enough?"

There, a man dressed in a black robe was staring intently at him, his eyes filled with horror.

He was a spy sent by the witchcraft cult, ordered to monitor Agu's every move. But at this moment, it felt as if an invisible hand was choking him, making it difficult to even breathe.

"This kid...when did he learn swordsmanship?!"

He was about to step back when he saw Ah Gu flick his wrist, and the rusty sword was raised again.

"Sword One - Break!"

The dark blue sword light was formless and invisible, disappearing in a flash.

The spy's pupils suddenly contracted, and he instinctively raised his hand to defend himself, but as soon as he raised his arm, he felt a chill on his neck.

"puff--"

Blood gushed out, and his head slowly slid off, finally rolling to the ground. His eyes were still wide open, as if he couldn't believe he was dying like that.

Agu slowly approached and looked down at the head.

"The feeling of revenge, the feeling of killing!"

He paused for a moment and then said, "A peculiar feeling... it turns out to be... pleasure!"

After saying that, he lifted his foot and gently stepped on the head.

"Today, I will destroy the witchcraft cult!"

As the night breeze swept by, the dark blue sword light gradually dissipated, and the killing intent emanating from A-Gu spread through the air, as cold as ice and as bright as the moon.

(End of this chapter)