Golden Shovel Survival: One Lucky Star and One Colorful Hex

Chapter 241 Cultivating One's Own Sword Intent!

"Whenever the land of Ionia is about to suffer a devastating blow, various mythical beasts or sacred beasts will appear to protect this land."

Master Yi looked at everyone and began to talk about the sacred beasts of Ionia: "Of course, I'm not sure exactly how many sacred beasts there are. I can only tell you about the ones I've seen."

"The first one I saw with my own eyes was the Spirit of Wuji. Only those who have mastered the Dao of Wuji can be fortunate enough to see this deity."

"Secondly, the largest should be the Cloud-Drinking Flying Kun, which lives in the clouds. They can emit the Song of the Sky, which can be heard in every village in Ionia."

Their singers possess divine protection, enabling them to safeguard the land of Ionia.

It appeared when the Ruin King unleashed the desolate black mist that invaded; I witnessed it with my own eyes.

"There's also a sacred beast that lives in the Ionian forests—the Scaled Beast. It's said to be one of the oldest creatures in all of Runeterra, but I've never seen it and don't know what it looks like..."

"The last sacred beast I ever saw was the Gem Lion. Anyone who can touch the heart of this Lion will gain powerful divine strength. It appeared when Noxus attacked Ionia."

"As for whether there are any other sacred beasts, I don't know either..."

"The Spirit of Infinity, the Cloud-Drinking Flying Kun, the Scaled Four-Unlikes, and the Gemstone Swift Lion—these names sound like monsters from the Classic of Mountains and Seas, don't they?" Mo Lang couldn't help but mutter to himself.

However, he knew nothing about these backstories, and didn't even know if they were part of the lore of League of Legends or part of the setting of this survival world.

"How can we find them?" Irelia asked excitedly.

"I don't know either. Maybe it's because I'm calling out their real names in my heart? There's a saying that goes, 'Sincerity moves mountains,'" Master Yi said uncertainly.

"Why even ask? Master Yi said that whenever Ionia is facing destruction, those sacred beasts will appear. Now that the dragon race is in crisis, those sacred beasts might just come out." Mo Lang breathed a sigh of relief.

Finally, I'm not carrying everything alone anymore.

Otherwise, I really couldn't have done it two against five.

But how can I improve my own abilities?

Mo Lang suddenly realized something very important: his current strength came from the Ascension Platform and the divine power of his chess pieces.

It's impossible to increase strength like your own chess pieces simply by buying barracks, nor does it have the cultivation techniques found in fantasy novels.

There are no ancient sacred bodies or divine bodies.

So he looked at Master Yi and expressed his confusion.

"I'm not sure about that either, but there are three ways to cultivate. One is through arduous cultivation to comprehend one's own Dao. The second is to travel across the continent, challenge different powerful figures, and comprehend the power of rules from combat power. The last is to comprehend the power of runes."

Master Yi had never seen someone like Mo Lang, chosen by a god, before, and he didn't know how to improve his strength.

He could only reveal his three cultivation methods.

"Is this so..."

After thinking for a while, Mo Lang immediately rejected the idea of ​​ascetic cultivation to attain enlightenment.

Ascetic practices? I could never do them in this lifetime.

Not to mention the concept of "Tao," which was far too abstract and ethereal for him.

As for the second option, Mo Lang thought it was acceptable, but he hadn't learned any skills yet, relying entirely on his own strength to fight or simply crush his enemies. If he could learn his own skills through combat, that would be a good choice.

The third one to comprehend the power of runes is also quite good. I can go back and ask Nasus about it later; he should have been immersed in this for many years.

"Thank you very much, Master Yi. How about we have a chat now?" Mo Lang said, his expression showing anticipation and eagerness.

Master Yi is known as the Sword Saint of Wuji, so he is naturally a master swordsman. Perhaps I can also gain something from this.

"Alright, but young brother, if you want to master your own moves, you'll need to observe and learn more."

Master Yi looked at Mo Lang and said, "As long as your basic sword skills are solid enough, with your current strength, you can turn any blade of grass or tree into a sword."

“Brother Mo, when it comes to swordsmanship, Master Yi is known as the Sword Saint in Ionia. You could actually ask him for guidance,” Ahri said from the side.

“That’s right, Master Yi is also my master. He taught me the Way of Wuji. Otherwise, I would still be a Siji ape. Although Master Yi’s strength is not as good as yours, he is a master swordsman,” Sun Wukong added.

"Then I will trouble Master Yi a lot these next few days," Mo Lang said, clasping his hands in a fist salute.

Of course, he also wanted to become stronger and try the legendary "One Sword Opens the Heavenly Gate".

Although it's been overused in many novels, this move is still incredibly cool.

"Guidance is out of the question."

Master Yi smiled and said, "Being able to spar with Brother Mo has also been very beneficial to me. These are some of my insights on swordsmanship and swordsmanship. You can take a look."

"Thank you, Master Yi."

Mo Lang didn't stand on ceremony. After thanking him, he took the pile of books and put them into his system space.

Judging from the book that Master Yi conjured out of thin air, the other party may have mastered the laws of space and be able to create a separate space to store things.

Soon everyone finished their meal. Ahri wanted to take Mo Lang to meet the Emperor of Ionia, but Mo Lang refused.

He glanced at the book Master Yi had given him and immediately became addicted, even more so than when he was reading Ah Bin's book. He immediately checked into the hotel arranged by Ah Li and then lay down on the sofa, engrossed in reading it.

Aatrox also floated to the side, curiously following Mo Lang as he examined Master Yi's books, which even included Master Yi's detailed annotations and insights.

He would also ask Aatrox for his opinion.

Mo Lang read on until nightfall, finishing all the books and memorizing them word for word.

Mo Lang put down the book, closed his eyes, and began to replay in his mind all the sword moves, sword techniques, and knowledge about swordsmanship recorded in the book.

It felt like I had personally rehearsed the exercise, which deepened my understanding.

Gradually, a sharp sword intent began to emerge from Mo Lang's body, but soon this sword intent became extremely cold, and then it became violent and gentle again...

Different sword intents constantly emerged on Mo Lang's body, and Mo Lang was constantly exploring the sword intent that was most suitable for him.

He himself was unaware that he had entered some inexplicable state, and various sword intents that he had come into contact with or comprehended appeared around him.

Whenever he takes a step in the direction of a certain sword intent, the sword intent emanating from his body changes to the same sword intent.

(End of this chapter)