Weird Survival: I can devour thousands of talents

Chapter 222 221: Don’t order! Happy New Year!

Ling Xiao's hunting knife slashed the iron-eating ant's shell, sparks flew, and three gaps appeared on the blade in an instant.

These pitch-black monsters were gnawing at the bronze altar, and the acid dripping from their teeth corroded the thousand-year-old stone bricks, creating honeycomb-shaped holes.

"Seventh Impact!"

He spun around to avoid the ants' attack, and the blade of his knife drew an arc of light from the crescent moon from bottom to top.

This time he deliberately avoided the hardest part of the carapace, the back, and the tip of the knife accurately pierced the soft membrane connecting the ant's mouthparts and cephalothorax.

Dark green blood splattered on the star map embossed on the altar. The iron-eating ants that were hit suddenly twitched and exploded, and the fragments of their shells condensed into blood-red runes in the air.

The family heirloom jade pendant on Ling Xiao’s chest suddenly became hot.

The flowing light of the runes sank into the blade, and the broken blade began to repair itself.

"So... what father wrote in his notes about the blood sacrifice and the opening of the sword is true..."

Ling Xiao wiped the insect blood off his face and watched as a wind pattern relief appeared on the blade.

When he swung the knife again, the blade brought out a visible vortex of air, which crushed the three iron-eating ants that were rushing towards him into pieces.

Ling Xiao's pupils suddenly shrank as he passed through the secret passage of the altar.

In a cave with a diameter of more than ten feet, seven crystal-armored lightning snakes were coiled around the stalactite columns, emitting lightning.

The amethyst horns on their heads accumulated spherical lightning, reflecting the thousands of ancient swords hanging upside down on the ceiling of the cave - this was actually the long-lost Sword Burial Cave.

The thinnest lightning snake suddenly attacked. The moment Ling Xiao blocked it with his sword, a violent electric current ran through his body along the blade.

His numb right hand could barely hold the hilt, but he caught the deadly pattern of Razer's attack:

Every time lightning is released, the Amethyst Horn will dim for three seconds!

"Cloud Step!"

Ling Xiao stepped on the protruding remains of the knife handle on the cave wall and flew into the air, shuttling through the electric net composed of seven lightning snakes.

As the largest lightning snake raised its head to gather energy, he actually thrust the tip of his knife into the ground to attract the lightning. A violent electric current flowed through the blade into the rock, shaking the entire cave.

Taking advantage of the energy disorder of the lightning snakes, Ling Xiao's blade chopped out with the residual electric current.

The blade's energy, mingled with wind and thunder, transformed into a dragon-shaped phantom, instantly piercing through the three lightning snakes. The energy released by the shattering amethyst horn tempered the hunting knife in his hand with a deep blue hue.

Lingxiao passed through the Thunder Snake Cave and came to a suspended platform shrouded in clouds and mist. Twenty-eight sword-wielding stone statues formed a strange formation.

The moment he stepped onto the Kun position, the eye sockets of all the stone statues lit up with green light at the same time, and the clouds condensed into solid sword blades that swept over.

"Kan water turns to Li fire!"

Ling Xiao recalled the key to breaking the formation recorded in his father's notes.

The blade suddenly turned crimson. The burning blade split the mist sword, but more sword energy surged from all directions.

His left shoulder was pierced, and blood dripped onto the ground, triggering an ancient mechanism.

Thirty-six ancient bronze swords rose from under the platform, each of which retained the fighting spirit of challengers from past generations.

Ling Xiao skillfully danced his ancestral Broken Army Sword Technique, causing the ancient swords to resonate and vibrate. When he unleashed the final move, "Reverse Galaxy," all the bronze swords transformed into streams of light and merged into his weapon.

The moment golden cracks appeared on the blade, the cloud and mist sword puppets suddenly stopped collectively.

Ling Xiao's blade lightly cut through the air, and twenty-eight golden sword auras bloomed at the same time, and the mist swords in the stone statue's hands shattered!
Ling Xiao, covered in blood, finally reached the core of the floating island. Above the altar bound by nine chains, hovered a red-eyed giant condensed by sword energy.

Every time the Tiangang Sword Demon took a step forward, thousands of sword shadows appeared out of thin air, carving cuts as deep as a foot on the rock wall.

"Mortal, if you can survive three of my moves, you can take the sword spirit."

The giant's voice was like the clanging of metal, and he raised his hand and swung out a blood-red sword net that covered the sky.

Ling Xiao pushed his Cloud-Stepping Step to its limit, but was still blown away by the aftermath and crashed into a stone pillar. The wound on his chest was so deep that the bone was visible.

The second move was a simple downward chop, but Ling Xiao felt that the entire space was blocked by the sword's force.

He roared, infusing his newly awakened bronze sword spirit into the weapon. The shockwave from the clash of the two blades shattered half of the chains. Ling Xiao, his knuckles ruptured, knelt on one knee, blood oozing from his ears and nose.

"The last move - Ten Thousand Blades Returning to the Origin!"

The Tiangang Sword Demon transformed into a giant sword wheel and crushed towards him.

At the critical moment of life and death, the trajectories of all the ancient swords in the Buried Knife Cave suddenly appeared in Ling Xiao's mind.

He turned the knife around and stabbed it into his chest, using his own blood to awaken the true spirit of the knife.

The blood-red blade wheel suddenly stopped the moment it touched his forehead, and thousands of blade energies flowed back into the body of the Tiangang Blade Demon. The giant smiled with satisfaction:

"So it's you... the son of an old friend..."

As the seal was completely lifted, the floating island began to collapse.

The knife in Ling Xiao's hand burst into a golden light that penetrated the heaven and earth.

The first rays of sunlight in the morning filtered through the castle's high windows, casting a light of warmth on Ling Xiao's face. He slowly opened his eyes, a look of determination in his eyes.

Last night's adventure had brought him great rewards. Not only had he defeated the monster, but he had also gained valuable magical knowledge. However, he knew that a truly powerful person needed not only magic but also powerful martial arts.

And swordsmanship was exactly the skill he had longed to master. Ling Xiao got out of bed and stretched his body. After a night's rest, he felt refreshed and full of strength. He walked to the corner of the room, where an ancient long sword lay.

He found this knife in the castle. The blade glowed with a faint blue light, and the handle was engraved with complex runes, making it look particularly mysterious.

He gently grasped the hilt of the knife, feeling a warm power flowing from the hilt into his hand. This knife seemed to have some special connection with him, as if it was waiting for his awakening.

Ling Xiao slowly pulled out the sword, the blade flashed coldly in the sunlight, and a crisp dragon roar came out.

"Today, let's start with the most basic swordsmanship."

Ling Xiao muttered to himself, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. He walked to the castle courtyard, where there was a large open space surrounded by ancient trees.

The breeze rustled the leaves, as if cheering him on. Ling Xiao stood in the middle of the clearing, took a deep breath, and felt the air around him.

He slowly raised his long sword, the tip pointing to the sky, feeling the weight and balance of the blade. A sense of peace filled his heart, as if the whole world had disappeared, leaving only him and the sword in his hand.

“Swordsmanship is not just a technique, it’s a state of mind.”

Ling Xiao thought to himself as he recalled the description of swordsmanship he had read in the magic book last night.

The essence of swordsmanship lies in the unity of mind and sword. Only when mind and sword are perfectly integrated can the true power of swordsmanship be brought into play. He began to slowly swing the long sword, and the tip of the sword drew graceful arcs in the air.

Every time he swung the knife, he concentrated completely, feeling every vibration of the blade, feeling every transfer of power. Although his movements were slow, they were full of power and rhythm.

As time went on, Ling Xiao's movements gradually accelerated. The tip of the knife left a trail of afterimages in the air, like a series of nimble silver snakes.

His breathing gradually became rapid, but his heart remained calm. He was completely immersed in the practice of swordsmanship, forgetting everything around him.

"Is this the charm of swordsmanship?"

Ling Xiao thought to himself, a satisfied smile appearing on his face.

At this moment, he suddenly felt a strong aura coming from behind him. Startled, he turned quickly and pointed the long sword in his hand at the person who came.

However, when he saw who it was, he felt relieved. It was a middle-aged man in a robe, with a kind face and a sparkle of wisdom in his eyes.

He is the magician who appeared in the crystal ball last night and the owner of this castle.

"Are you the owner of this castle?" Ling Xiao asked, with curiosity glittering in his eyes.

"Yes, I am the owner of this castle and the inheritor of magic."

The magician replied with a smile, his voice gentle yet powerful.

"I've seen you practicing your swordsmanship, and I'm pleased to see your progress." "Thank you for the compliment," Ling Xiao said modestly, his heart filled with gratitude. "But I still have many shortcomings, and I still need your guidance."

"You have a high level of understanding. As long as you persist, you will definitely achieve something."

The magician nodded, a hint of approval flashed in his eyes.
"However, swordsmanship is not just about technique; it's also about a state of mind. You also need to learn how to perfectly integrate your mind and the sword."

"I understand." Ling Xiao nodded, his heart filled with determination. The magician smiled slightly, took out a thin booklet from his pocket, and handed it to Ling Xiao.

"This is my experience in swordsmanship. I hope it will be helpful to you."

He said, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. Ling Xiao took the booklet, his heart filled with gratitude. He flipped open the booklet, only to see it densely packed with various sword techniques and insights. Every word radiated wisdom, as if revealing ancient secrets.

"I will study hard." Ling Xiao whispered, his heart filled with anticipation. The magician nodded and turned to leave the courtyard.

Ling Xiao gazed at his back, his heart filled with gratitude. He knew that this castle had not only given him a precious opportunity, but also a powerful mentor. He opened the booklet again and studied its contents carefully.

The booklet records many techniques and insights about knife skills. Each technique explains in detail how to use it, and each insight deeply explains the essence of knife skills.

Ling Xiao knew in his heart that this book would be an important guide for his future cultivation. He closed the booklet, picked up the long sword again, and began to practice again.

This time, his movements were smoother and more powerful. He incorporated the techniques and insights from the booklet into his own swordsmanship, and each swing of the sword was full of power and rhythm.

As time went on, Ling Xiao's movements became faster and more skillful. The tip of the knife left afterimages in the air, like nimble silver snakes.

His breathing gradually became rapid, but his heart remained calm. He was completely immersed in the practice of swordsmanship, forgetting everything around him.

"Is this the charm of swordsmanship?" Ling Xiao thought to himself, a satisfied smile on his face. At this moment, he suddenly felt a powerful aura coming from behind him.

He was startled and turned around quickly, pointing the long knife in his hand at the person who came. However, when he saw who it was, he felt relieved.

The visitor was a middle-aged man in a long robe, with a kind face and a glint of wisdom in his eyes. He was the magician who had appeared in the crystal ball last night, the master of this castle.

"Are you the owner of this castle?" Ling Xiao asked, with curiosity glittering in his eyes.

"Yes, I am the owner of this castle and the inheritor of magic."

The magician smiled and replied, his voice gentle yet powerful, "I see you practicing your swordsmanship, and I'm pleased with your progress."

"Thank you for your compliment." Ling Xiao said modestly, his heart filled with gratitude.

"You have a high level of understanding. As long as you persist, you will definitely achieve something."

The magician nodded, a glint of approval flashing in his eyes. "However, swordsmanship is not just about technique; it's also about a state of mind. You also need to learn how to perfectly integrate your heart and sword."

"I understand."

Ling Xiao nodded, his heart filled with determination. The magician smiled slightly, pulled out a thin booklet from his pocket, and handed it to Ling Xiao. "This is my swordsmanship experience. I hope it will be helpful to you."

He said, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. Ling Xiao took the booklet, his heart filled with gratitude. He opened it, and saw that it was densely packed with various sword techniques and experiences.

Every word exudes the light of wisdom, as if telling an ancient secret.

"I will study hard."

Ling Xiao whispered, his heart filled with anticipation. The magician nodded and turned to leave the courtyard.

Ling Xiao gazed at his back, his heart filled with gratitude. He knew that this castle had not only given him a precious opportunity, but also a powerful mentor. He opened the booklet again and studied its contents carefully.

The booklet records many techniques and insights about knife skills. Each technique explains in detail how to use it, and each insight deeply explains the essence of knife skills.

Ling Xiao knew in his heart that this book would be an important treasure for his future cultivation.

He closed the booklet, picked up the long sword again, and continued practicing. This time, his movements were smoother and more powerful.

He incorporated the techniques and insights from the booklet into his own swordsmanship, and every swing of the sword was full of power and rhythm. As time went on, Ling Xiao's movements became faster and more skilled.

The tip of the knife traced afterimages in the air, like nimble silver snakes. His breathing gradually became rapid, but his heart remained calm. He was completely immersed in practicing the knife, oblivious to everything around him.

"Is this the charm of swordsmanship?" Ling Xiao thought to himself, a satisfied smile on his face. At this moment, he suddenly felt a powerful aura coming from behind him.

He was startled and turned around quickly, pointing the long knife in his hand at the person who came.

However, when he saw who it was, he felt relieved.

The visitor was a middle-aged man in a long robe. He had a kind face and his eyes sparkled with wisdom.

He was the magician who had appeared in the crystal ball last night, the master of this castle. "Are you the master of this castle?" Ling Xiao asked, his eyes gleaming with curiosity.

(End of this chapter)