Luck entry, starting from the Nine Dragons' succession

Chapter 121: Dual Cultivation of Sword Intent, Comprehending the Sword Intent of Time

In the city of life and death, the night is as dark as ink and the wind is howling.

In an inn in the city, the lights were on, and a faint warmth was emanating.

In an elegant room on the second floor of the inn, Pei Qingxuan stood quietly in front of the window.

She was wearing a plain white long dress, as cool as the moonlight outside the window.

The sword at his waist reflected the candlelight, emitting a faint cold light.

Her eyes were cold as she stared out the window, as if waiting for something.

After a moment, the door was gently pushed open.

A tall black shadow walked in, wearing a black ghost mask on his face.

The person who came was Fang Heng, who came to keep the appointment.

Fang Heng asked Pei Qingxuan to practice dual cultivation of swordsmanship, just to give it a try.

Unexpectedly, the other party agreed so readily.

This was indeed beyond Fang Heng's expectations.

This Sword Pavilion Saintess can be dealt with!
Fang Heng was dressed in a black robe, with a black mask on. His eyes were deep and his aura was as steady as the abyss.

Pushing the door open and seeing Pei Qingxuan, he bowed and said with a smile:

"Thank you, Fairy Pei, for agreeing to this dual cultivation of sword and sword!"

Hearing the old and low voice coming from behind him, Pei Qingxuan couldn't help but think of the last experience of dual cultivation of sword and intent.

The last time, it was due to the situation. In order to heal his injuries, he accidentally completed the dual cultivation of sword and sword.

This time it was different, she was the one who came to me on her own initiative.

Especially the impatient look of the Chaolu sword in her body made her angry.

It seems that as soon as they see Hei Wuchang, they will involuntarily bend down and open their doors wide.

Even though Pei Qingxuan, who has always been open-minded, couldn't help but blush at the reaction of Chaolu Sword Intent.

Hei Wuchang's eyes were clearly normal, but they made her feel uncomfortable and as if there were a thorn in her back.

Pei Qingxuan took a deep breath, suppressed her shyness, and turned around.

He glanced at her indifferently with a cold gaze, and spoke calmly in a deliberately distant tone.

"Hei Wuchang, you helped me heal my wounds that day, and you did me a favor."

"This time, I'll consider it as repaying you for your kindness by cultivating both sword and spirit."

"Please, don't think too much!"

There was no trace of shyness in her words, as if she was just expressing her gratitude.

Hearing this, Fang Heng's face looked strange. He always felt that Pei Qingxuan's attitude was quite strange, a bit like a shy girl.

He saw through it but didn't point it out. A smile flashed in his eyes and he spoke calmly.

"Cough cough!"

"Don't worry, fairy."

"I will never misunderstand anything."

"The relationship between you and me is limited to the dual cultivation of sword intent."

"That's good!"

"let's start!"

Pei Qingxuan calmed herself down and sat cross-legged on the bed like a heroine.

A simple white long dress outlines her tall and slender curves.

Seeing this, Fang Heng also sat down. The Lingxu sword intent in his body rose up and exploded out of his body.

Lingxu's sword intent quietly spread out and rippled out.

The sword intent is a mixture of real and imaginary, as if it is above heaven and earth, with an ethereal and domineering charm that goes straight to the heart.

Pei Qingxuan sensed Fang Heng's sword intent and couldn't help but raise her eyebrows, thinking in her heart.

Becoming stronger again!

How many days has it been?

Hei Wuchang's sword intent was more condensed than the last time they met.

Even Pei Qingxuan, the Saint of the Sword Pavilion, couldn't help but be secretly shocked by Fang Heng's progress in swordsmanship.

Seeing Pei Qingxuan was a little absent-minded, Fang Heng reminded her.

"Fairy Pei!"

"Ah—" Pei Qingxuan woke up immediately, calmed down, and took a deep breath, "Sorry, I was thinking about other things just now."

As she spoke, Pei Qingxuan activated her magic power, and a condensed and ethereal sword intent burst out from her body.

Along with a soft hum as clear as water, the sword intent of Morning Dew bloomed.

Her sword intent was like morning dew, short-lived yet brilliant.

It seems that all the beauty is gathered together and blooms at the same time.

The two men looked at each other, and as if they had telepathy, they attacked almost at the same time.

Pei Qingxuan's sword light was like dew, and the sword intent of the morning dew was light but continuous.

It was like morning mist, trying to trap Fang Heng in it.

Fang Heng did not retreat but advanced, and Lingxu's sword intent counterattacked.

Like thunder descending from the void, it was domineering yet a bit ethereal, entangled with Pei Qingxuan's sword intent.

The moment when two sword intentions entangled with each other.

Pei Qingxuan's delicate body trembled and her pretty face flushed.

She could clearly feel the joy coming from the Chaolu sword intent.

It seems to be saying - so comfortable!

"Pooh--"

“It’s dirty again!”

Pei Qingxuan secretly spat in his heart, and hurriedly guarded his spiritual altar to block out the shameless emotions of Chaolu Sword Intent.

In the elegant room, the air seemed to be stagnant.

The sword intent of Chaolu and the sword intent of Lingxu intertwined, one soft and one hard, one yin and one yang, creating a resonance.

During this resonance, both Fang Heng and Pei Qingxuan could feel that their sword intent was becoming more condensed and powerful.

Pei Qingxuan pursed her lips and said nothing, a hint of complexity flashing in her cold eyes.

Although she didn't want to get too entangled with Hei Wuchang, she had to admit it.

This dual cultivation of sword and sword intent was indeed beneficial to her, and even the bottleneck in her cultivation was eased a little.

Compared to Pei Qingxuan, Fang Heng thought he had gained more advantages.

In addition to improving Lingxu Sword Intent, he was also trying to comprehend Pei Qingxuan's Chaolu Sword Intent.

According to Fang Heng's plan for cultivating into the Myriad Realm, he needed a sword intent of time to establish the universe of time and space.

The room was silent except for the flickering candlelight, which made a crackling sound.

The sword intentions of the two intertwined in the void, forming an invisible vortex. As time slowly passed, the sword intentions of the two gradually reached their peak.

Pei Qingxuan only felt the energy in his body surging, and a warm current rose from his dantian and flowed through his body along the meridians.

One practice of dual cultivation of sword and sword power was actually equivalent to half a month of hard training for her.

No wonder so many people in the demonic world are obsessed with the method of dual cultivation.

The method of dual cultivation is indeed mysterious.

Pei Qingxuan thought secretly in his heart, feeling a lot of emotions.

Just when she was about to end this dual cultivation of sword and intent.

Buzz!
There was a change in the Chaolu sword's intention.

This change instantly made Pei Qingxuan's pretty face solemn. The pupils in her dark eyes suddenly shrank, as if she had seen the most incredible scene in the world.

I saw the sword intent of morning dew spreading out and filling the void.

A blessing from heaven!

The drizzle filled the entire room.

The sheets, walls, and roof were all covered with a layer of dew, sparkling with a crystal luster.

Seeing this scene, Pei Qingxuan was horrified.

This is……

The sword's will takes shape!

The sword intent of Morning Dew actually took shape!

This is at least several years shorter than Pei Qingxuan expected.

The Morning Dew Sword Intent is the Sword Intent of Time. Whether it is for cultivation or breakthrough, it is the most difficult sword intent.

After only practicing dual cultivation with Hei Wuchang twice, his sword intent actually took shape?

This……

Pei Qingxuan suddenly had an impulse to keep Hei Wuchang in the inn and exploit him severely.

Until he is squeezed dry!

All the changes in Pei Qingxuan's sword intent fell into Fang Heng's eyes.

The sword's form is truly mysterious!
The entire process of Pei Qingxuan breaking through the sword intent and transforming into a human form fell into Fang Heng's eyes.

This gave Fang Heng a more comprehensive and in-depth understanding of the Sword Intent of Time.

With his [Seven Apertures] comprehension, all the mysteries of the sword of time surged into his mind...

An unknown amount of time had passed before Chaolu Sword Intent and Lingxu Sword Intent reluctantly separated, like a pair of infatuated lovers.

As the two of them finished their dual cultivation of sword intent, Fang Heng restrained his sword intent, opened his eyes, and slowly exhaled.

Just as Pei Qingxuan opened her eyes, their eyes met, and an ambiguous atmosphere filled the air.

Pei Qingxuan seemed to sense something was wrong and quickly turned his head away and said coldly.

"Hei Wuchang, after this dual cultivation of sword intent, the debt between you and me is now settled."

Upon hearing this, Fang Heng shook his head and complained inwardly.

"Fairy, you say this as if I have taken advantage of you."

"Even just now, Fairy, you were also very happy..."

"Ok?"

Pei Qingxuan's cold snort, mixed with a strong chill, instantly made Fang Heng change his words.

"Ahem—what I mean is that you, Fairy, have obviously benefited greatly from this as well."

"If it weren't for the dual cultivation of sword and sword, Fairy, your sword and time will probably not be able to take shape so quickly!"

Hei Wuchang's words left Pei Qingxuan unable to refute.

Because what he said was true, if it weren't for these two times of dual cultivation of sword intent.

If the Chaolu Sword Intent wants to transform into a physical form, it will take at least five or six years of hard training without the right opportunity.

In a sense, the two of them practiced sword skills together, and Pei Qingxuan thought she was the one who had the advantage.

Pei Qingxuan took a deep breath and bowed to Fang Heng with a resolute expression:
"Hei Wuchang, you are right. I have indeed benefited a lot, but..."

"Dual cultivation is ultimately just a minor path, not the mainstream."

"Please, Hei Wuchang, don't go astray and let the rewards before your eyes blind you."

"The dual cultivation of sword and will should stop here."

"Today is the last time!"

Looking at Pei Qingxuan's stubborn look, Fang Heng discovered that this Sword Pavilion Saintess also had such a lovely side.

After calming himself down, Fang Heng sighed.

"Pity!"

"I tried to comprehend the sword power of time, but failed at the last moment!"

"I never thought that I would take the trouble to help you two girls, even at the risk of offending the Crown Prince."

"In the end, Fairy Pei, you are still unwilling to help me cultivate the Sword of Time."

As soon as Fang Heng finished speaking, Pei Qingxuan was stunned.

"Sword Intention of Time?"

"Are you practicing the Sword of Time?"

Fang Heng nodded slightly in the face of Pei Qingxuan's incredulous gaze, and spoke calmly in a calm tone.

"That's right!"

"I am currently comprehending the sword intent of time."

"It's a pity that it's just a little off..."

"How can this be?"

"Without the inheritance of the Sword of Time, how could one possibly comprehend the Sword of Time?"

"In Daqian, the only one who has mastered the complete inheritance of the Time Sword Technique is..."

Before Pei Qingxuan could finish her words, Fang Heng flipped his right hand.

A faint sword intent condensed in the palm of his hand.

Although the sword intent is weak, it has already taken shape.

Time flies like water, and the invisible sword intent flows in the void.

When this sword intent that could not be more familiar appeared in front of Pei Qingxuan, she was completely stunned.

This is……

The sword intent of time!

The prototype of sword intention!

She even smelled a hint of the sword intent of Chaolu.

(End of this chapter)