Sword Sect Outer Sect

Chapter 29 The Sword Mansion of the Dao
Song Yan sat cross-legged inside the cave, his ten fingers clasped tightly, and his body emitted a faint white light.

The spiritual energy around him condensed, transforming into a sharp beam of light within his body.

"call--"

Song Yan took a deep breath, no longer hesitated, and activated his spiritual power, instantly severing the three spiritual roots in his dantian and embedding them deep within it.

"cough……"

With a muffled groan, his internal energy and blood became disordered, and blood beads began to slowly seep from his skin all over his body.

The veins on his arms bulged, and blood was gushing out.

His once black hair gradually began to turn yellow.

Their chances of survival are greatly diminished; their lives hang by a thread!
A sound like porcelain shattering came from his dantian, and the remaining spiritual energy turned into white mist that gushed out from his seven orifices.

Song Yan slowly opened his eyes. His once gentle eyes were now ashen and dull as ordinary iron.

The foundation of the Dao is completely destroyed!

Strangely, the sharp spiritual power used to sever the spiritual root within his body did not dissipate; it remained embedded deep within his dantian.

Song Yan formed a strange sword incantation, his fingertips bursting with spiritual light, and the remaining spiritual power tore open a crack the size of a mustard seed in the empty dantian.

Intense pain surged in like a tidal wave.

Song Yan clenched his teeth, forcing himself to stay awake.

If I faint now, what will happen when the spiritual energy in my dantian dissipates...?

That would truly mean all previous efforts were wasted, and there would be no hope of cultivation in this lifetime.

This fissure initially resembled a sword mark, and with each breath, it devoured all the essence, blood, and spiritual energy within the dantian and dantian.

Gradually, a leaf-shaped space, slightly wider than the sword mark, was formed.

This is what the Zhendao Sword Mansion looked like when it was first completed.

Song Yan bit the tip of his tongue, drawing out a strand of blood.

The essence blood condensed into a round bead, trembling and suspended in the sword palace of the dantian.

The originally dissipated spiritual energy suddenly surged back, even plundering the spiritual energy from the surrounding mountains, forming a palm-sized vortex above Song Yan's head.

"Om-"

After an unknown amount of time, a soft buzzing sound came from within the dantian.

The vortex of spiritual energy finally stopped.

Upon internal observation, a thin golden shell the size of a Bodhi seed was quietly suspended within the Zhendao Sword Mansion in the dantian.

Song Yan was delighted, but did not slack off.

"One step away."

He swallowed a Qi-Nourishing Pill that he had prepared beforehand, and strands of spiritual energy were absorbed into the golden shell.

However, his spiritual power was exhausted in just a few breaths.

"It's not enough..."

For this swordsmanship seed, the spiritual energy efficiency of the Qi Nourishing Pill is far too slow.

He had no choice but to take out the Yellow Sprout Pill and swallow it, while simultaneously holding two spirit stones in his hand.

The pure and surging spiritual energy in the sea of ​​qi and the spiritual energy absorbed from the spirit stone converged above the Zhendao Sword Mansion, gradually pouring into the golden shell.

The fine, mysterious patterns along the thin shell edge slowly lit up at this moment.

The entire Sword Dao Seed began to gradually shrink, and the thin-shelled seed, originally the size of a Bodhi seed, slowly contracted to the size of a lotus seed.

Song Yan took another Yellow Sprout Pill, and the spiritual energy in his Qi Sea surged violently, like a vortex being drawn into the golden lotus seed.

In just a few breaths, one-tenth of the spiritual energy in his body had been lost.

Fortunately, things finally changed at that moment.

Around the original lotus seed, strange sword-shaped spiritual energy slowly unfolded like cicada wings, forming a unique lotus seed shape.

Only then can the task of cultivating the sword in the mansion be considered a complete success.

Song Yan opened her eyes, feeling as if she were in a dream.

……

On May 19th, the sky was clear and the air was crisp.

Xiao He was sitting not far from Song Yan's temporary cave dwelling, weaving something with straw rope in her hands.

Her grandfather taught her this craft of weaving straw ropes. Song Yan wasn't interested, but she loved it.

Those haphazardly arranged straw ropes were combined and interwoven to eventually form such an exquisite and orderly object.

When Xiaohe first saw it, she was deeply attracted by the human's skillful craftsmanship.

So during the time when Yan Yan wasn't around, she would weave straw ropes by herself every day to pass the time, but unfortunately, her skill in weaving straw ropes could never reach the level that her grandfather had.

"Oh no, something's not right..."

She would pick it up from time to time, examine it carefully, but seemed dissatisfied, and would rub and revise it.

"it is good!"

She placed the strange object woven from grass leaves on the open ground.

Beside it, various oddly shaped straw rope "products" were neatly arranged.

This is the eighth one.

After arranging everything, Xiao He began to examine the items seriously and attentively, starting with the first one, muttering to herself.

"On the first day, nothing happened! We ate little field mice." "On the second day, there was a huge cloud in the sky, just like Grandpa's medicine basket!"

"There are no field mice..."

"On the third day..."

Xiao He wanted to tell Yan Yan everything that had happened each day since he came out of seclusion.

But she has a bad memory.

There were so many fun things that happened before, but by the time Yan Yan came to play with her, she had already forgotten them.

She cried many times because of this.

She was also worried that, like before, she wouldn't see Yan Yan for many, many days.

So she came up with a good idea: she would braid a straw rope every day so that she wouldn't forget it when she saw it.

"The sixth day...wait, what's this again..."

"What was it..."

Oh no, Xiaohe has forgotten what this straw rope she made is!

It only happened two days ago!

"Think carefully, think carefully..."

"What was it again...?"

Xiao He's face flushed red with anxiety.

A familiar voice came from behind and above: "Like a little frog."

"Ah! Yes! It's a little frog!"

Xiao He's eyes lit up, and she immediately realized that someone was behind her. She turned around and saw Song Yan looking at her with a smile.

I suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

"Hehe... On the fifth day, I met a little frog."

Where's the little frog?

"what--"

Xiao He opened her little mouth, pointed, and then touched her little belly: "I ate it."

"..."

Song Yan felt both amused and heartbroken.

This child is so single-minded; once she's asked to guard the cave entrance, she truly won't leave for a moment.

"Yanyan, have you fully recovered from your injury?"

Song Yan nodded: "I guess so."

Xiao He sniffed and noticed that Yan Yan's spiritual energy had decreased significantly.

But it's okay, as long as everyone is alright.

This banquet was so short!
Xiao He transformed into a snake and slipped into her sleeve.

"...Don't you want these straw ropes anymore?"

"No!"

Song Yan examined the straw ropes on the ground for a while, then put them into his Qiankun bag with great interest.

"What a pity."

"What's the big deal? There are still 542 small straw ropes in the cave on Little Lonely Mountain..."

"Have you ever made up that many stories...?"

"No!"

……

It took three whole days to cultivate the sword in the mansion.

He rebuilt his Qi cultivation to the next level in just five days.

Song Yan had his own considerations regarding the reconstruction.

We don't know where we are now. The journey back to the sect is probably long and arduous. Without basic spiritual energy, we might encounter some rogue cultivators who could take our lives.

Moreover, even when a cultivator's cultivation level drops due to serious injury, they will still retain some strength. If their spiritual power is completely dissipated, they will become a mere illusion.

Furthermore, the original spiritual root has disappeared, replaced by a golden lotus seed surging with sword energy.

The cultivation technique remained the same as before, the Qi Condensation Scroll. After a rough assessment, it seemed that the speed of absorbing spiritual energy was slightly slower than before.

However, the spiritual energy cultivated was more condensed, and under the gentle chirping of the lotus seed, each strand of spiritual energy gradually transformed into part of the sword energy surrounding the lotus seed.

Moreover, this sword seed can be refined and strengthened.

The general outline mentions that spiritual objects, the true meaning of swordsmanship, and one's natal flying sword can all improve the grade of a swordsmanship seed.

"call--"

Take a deep breath.

Song Yan strode out of the deep mountain.

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