Immortality starts from the liver proficiency

Chapter 304 Heavenly Sword Dugu Jiu

The Yi Jing Marrow Cleansing Exercise started running automatically, causing blood and qi to surge rapidly. Pure yang qi was surging like a raging torrent between the flesh and blood, and a layer of fine beads of sweat instantly appeared on the back.

His right hand unconsciously clenched the Crimson Fire Dragon-Swallowing Mace behind his back.

All the pores on my body closed instantly, and my skin took on a light golden glow.

"When will you be here, senior?"

The moment the words left his mouth, Xu Yunfan's pupils contracted sharply.

He was then shocked to realize that he had not sensed the old man's presence at all!

Even though the other party was standing within three feet of him, when his divine sense swept over him, it was as if he were facing an empty valley and a deep pool. Only the occasional flash of sword light in those turbid eyes proved that this was a living, breathing peerless expert.

Even more terrifying was the change within his body. The originally lively and flowing pure yang true qi was now cowering deep in his dantian as if it had encountered a natural enemy. The disguised qi formed by the beginner-level "Dragon Tiger Hibernation Technique" had long been torn to shreds by the invisible sword intent.

In that split second, Xu Yunfan felt his hair stand on end, like prey being targeted by a prehistoric beast.

He clearly felt that the pure yang energy circulating within his body was retreating like a tide, hiding deep within his flesh and blood.

Even the carefully constructed disguise of the Dragon Tiger Hibernation Technique crumbled under the old man's murky gaze. Only the mysterious and unpredictable Lin character technique still flickered with light in the Niwan Palace, becoming the last fig leaf.

Just by looking up, the old man's hunched body seemed to transform into a towering sword peak, with every wrinkle flowing with sword intent refined to the extreme.

Xu Yunfan could even hear the faint tremors of his bones under the pressure, a pressure even more suffocating than the murderous aura of the Burial Sword Abyss.

He suddenly recalled some martial arts information they had discussed when he greeted Bi Yuan.

"Even among the Grandmasters of the Nine Realms, there are vast differences. Some spend their entire lives stuck at the threshold, while others can elevate this realm to the level of a terrestrial immortal."

Xu Yunfan unconsciously traced the patterns on the Crimson Fire Dragon-Swallowing Mace with his fingertips.

With focused concentration, the immense power that once could shatter mountains and split rocks began to flow slowly through his flesh and blood again.

A strange light flashed in the old man's cloudy eyes, and his withered face twitched slightly, revealing a hint of surprise.

"interesting……"

The old man's hoarse voice seemed to come from underground, with a harsh, metallic quality, "You little brat, you've actually cultivated the art of spiritual concentration? No wonder you were able to break free from my 'Formless Sword Intent'."

He suddenly grinned, revealing a few yellowed, broken teeth. "Interesting, truly interesting. I never expected to encounter someone like me at the bottom of the Burial Sword Abyss."

Upon hearing this, Xu Yunfan trembled violently, and the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end.

The old man's casual remark struck him like a thunderbolt.

The words "same kind of people" echoed repeatedly in the Niwan Palace, causing the golden light of the Lin character technique to ripple.

He clearly saw a chilling glint of sword light flash in the old man's cloudy eyes as he spoke.

He was born in the Sword Pavilion three hundred years ago and was known as the Heavenly Sword Dugu Jiu, who could dominate the top swordsmen of the time!

Xu Yunfan's throat bobbed, his voice dry as if sandpaper was being rubbed.

"Heavenly Sword. Dugu Jiu?!"

The old man's cloudy pupils brightened, and his withered fingers stopped on the rusty scabbard.

The moment Xu Yunfan uttered this name, countless ancient swords trembled and hummed.

“Interesting.” Dugu Jiu grinned, revealing his broken, yellow teeth. “Three hundred years have passed, and you, little brat, still recognize my name.”

Xu Yunfan suppressed his surging blood and qi, forcing a stiff smile: "What a coincidence, I never expected to meet you, senior, at the bottom of the Burial Sword Abyss."

When the Heavenly Sword Dugu Jiu was born, he used his sword to attack the Great Zhou Imperial Court. In the battle with that witch, he defeated her so badly that she still cowers in Yujing Road and dares not move easily.

Unexpectedly, this top expert of the Heavenly Sword was hiding in the Dao Sect's Burial Sword Abyss. If this were to spread, it would definitely make Bi Yuan's scalp tingle.

Dugu Jiu's withered fingers gently rubbed the long sword in his hand, making a rustling sound.

The malevolent energy at the bottom of the abyss flowed slowly with his breath, as if the entire Burial Sword Abyss was resonating with him.

"skillful?"

Dugu Jiu chuckled, a hint of amusement flashing in his turbid eyes. "I'm merely using this abyss's malevolent energy to hone my sword intent and cultivate my skills."

He suddenly took a step closer, the rusty scabbard emitting a piercing hum. "But you, little brat, the aura of your marrow-cleansing energy is exactly the same as what I cultivated back then. Quite interesting, so I followed you to take a look."

Xu Yunfan felt a chill run down his spine. He forced himself to remain calm, but his right hand had already quietly formed the "Lin" hand seal: "Senior is joking. How could my meager skills compare to yours... Back then, you stepped out of the Sword Pavilion and tested your swordsmanship with the people of the world. You challenged the six major sects, borrowed the strengths of all schools, and performed the "all methods converge" technique, allowing the ultimate martial arts of all realms to converge in one body. Such a feat has only been accomplished by you in the past two thousand years."

"Ah……"

Everyone wants to carry a sedan chair, especially since Xu Yunfan spoke with such sincerity that Dugu Jiu's smile grew even wider.

But the words that came out of his mouth sent a chill down Xu Yunfan's spine.

"You little brat, if I hadn't yet grasped the fourth step of swordsmanship, I would have skinned you alive for saying such things, to prevent you from defiling my Pure Sword Heart with your nonsense..."

Dugu Jiu smiled slightly: "Now, talk more, I love to hear it."

Xu Yunfan felt relieved and couldn't help but smile wryly and cup his hands in greeting: "I've made a fool of myself in front of you, senior."

"Boring."

Dugu Jiu shook her head slightly and casually asked, "Now that the primordial spirit of heaven and earth has been forcibly awakened by that madwoman, has the small world secret realm... been opened?"

Xu Yunfan's heart skipped a beat. It turned out that this old monster had been lying in wait at the Burial Sword Abyss, waiting for the Small World Secret Realm to open!
Xu Yunfan suppressed his surging blood and qi, his peripheral vision sweeping over the trembling ancient swords at the bottom of the abyss. The swords hummed and wept, as if they were afraid of the old man's presence.

These divine weapons, dormant for hundreds of years, were not trembling for no reason, but rather echoing the almost decaying yet incomparably powerful sword intent within Dugu Jiu's body.

Although the opponent had condensed an indestructible sword heart, under the erosion of time, this flawless sword heart, while constantly advancing and becoming more powerful, also carried a hint of decline.

This is because Dugu Jiu's lifespan is nearing its end.

"The Daoist Xuan Tian Mirror has already destroyed most of the small world secret realm."

"Confused!"

Dugu Jiu's gaunt face suddenly contorted, and a chilling glint flashed in his turbid pupils.

The malevolent aura at the bottom of the abyss surged with his anger, and the bronze chains moved without wind, emitting a piercing clang.

Xu Yunfan could even hear the cracking sound of bones dislocating coming from the old man's body, and a sword intent that made the entire Burial Sword Abyss tremble slightly was gradually awakening in the old man's body.

Outside the Burial Sword Abyss, the surging baleful energy suddenly churned violently like a raging sea, and the bronze chains on the abyss wall trembled violently, emitting a piercing metallic clang.

Bi Yuan stood with his hands behind his back, his robes fluttering in the surging murderous aura, a hint of solemnity flashing in his deep eyes.

(End of this chapter)