Celestial Taoist

Inside the side room, ever since her request to take things a step further was rejected yesterday, Su Qingyao has not agreed to Li Mofan's further requests for cultivation and has instead focused on breathing exercises.

The concentration of spiritual energy in this world is quite good, about one-third of that of the Heavenly Dao Legion's territory. After a Taoist forms a Dao Foundation, the efficiency of absorbing spiritual energy is hundreds of times higher than before. However, the main purpose of a Taoist's breathing exercises changes from accumulating spiritual energy to breaking through the upper limit of their own spiritual power capacity.

Seeing that Su Qingyao was engrossed in her cultivation, Li Mofan simply took the sword of the Amorous Swordsman and began to carefully comprehend its power.

This famous sword that recognized its master seemed to be attracted by his Dao foundation. Li Mofan recalled that his Dao foundation could control his emotions. Could it be that his path of cultivation was really related to this amorous sword?

As his spiritual power seeped into the sword, he felt a chaotic scene suddenly flood his mind. The scene of the room in front of him gradually dissipated, and in its place was a small town shrouded in mist and rain.

Li Mofan's heart skipped a beat. He had unknowingly entered the memories of the Amorous Swordsman. At this moment, he had transformed into that Amorous Swordsman from hundreds of years ago, standing on the bluestone road of a small town, dressed in a plain long robe, holding in his hand the very same gleaming white Amorous Sword. The drizzling rain dampened his clothes and also the graceful figure at the alley entrance not far away.

She was a young girl dressed in a light pink dress, with gentle features. She was holding an oil-paper umbrella and smiling at him. The tenderness in her eyes seemed to melt away the misty rain.

Li Mofan clearly felt the stirrings and tenderness in "his" heart. It was a deep-seated concern, unrelated to swordsmanship, but purely a tender affection between a man and a woman. He raised his hand and gently brushed away the raindrops from the woman's hair with his fingertips.

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The scene shifts, and this time they are in a dense forest. The gentle young girl is gone, replaced by a dazzling figure in red. She is a female knight-errant in red, with a dashing look and sharp swordsmanship. The two stand side by side, their swords moving in perfect harmony, each swing carrying a touch of tenderness.

But this warmth didn't last long. The scene shifted again, and they were already at the summit of Ten Thousand Swords Mountain. A howling wind whipped up dust and pebbles, and the tranquility of the past was gone. The air was thick with the stench of blood, and the sounds of swords clashing and angry shouts mingled together, creating an ear-piercing sound.

This time, there was no longer a beautiful figure by his side. He was left alone with his sword, standing alone on the mountain peak. In front of him were dozens of martial arts masters dressed in black, each with a sharp aura and eyes full of killing intent.

"You amorous swordsman, today is the day your entire Ten Thousand Swords Mountain clan will be wiped out!" The leader of the men in black sneered, waving his hand to signal, "Kill! Take his dog's life!"

Dozens of men in black attacked simultaneously, their longswords drawn, unleashing a fierce sword aura that swept across the entire mountaintop. He gripped his Amorous Sword, his body shifting slightly, the blade drawing a shimmering white arc in front of him, blocking the first wave of attacks.

There were too many enemies, and each of them was a top expert. Before long, his robes were stained with blood, and he had several wounds on his body. His internal energy was also being consumed rapidly, and his steps gradually became unsteady, but there was still no sign of retreat in his eyes.

His sword-wielding movements gradually slowed as images of the past flashed through his mind.

"I've loved many in my life, and often boasted of my passionate nature," he murmured to himself, a relieved smile playing on his lips, yet tears welled in his eyes. Suddenly, the passionate sword in his hand erupted with a dazzling, shimmering white light. "Only now do I truly understand that what I love most is the way of the sword!"

The moment he finished speaking, his aura surged, and his previously stagnant sword intent became increasingly fluid. All the deep affection, longing, sorrow, and determination hidden in his heart were integrated into the sword.

His sword intent was no longer the tenderness of romantic love, but transformed into the sharpness of the sword. He loved people and protected them with his sword; he loved the way of the sword and practiced it with his heart. This extreme emotion was tied only to the sword and engraved into his soul.

The moment his sword intent surged, he flashed into a streak of light, and with a gentle swing of his Amorous Sword, without a deafening roar, he unleashed a terrifying power. The sword energy swept out, and wherever it passed, the longswords in the hands of the men in black shattered, the sword energy piercing through their bodies, leaving bloody holes.

At this moment, he had broken through his shackles. His aura was calm and profound, and the sound of his sword echoed through the sky, making the remaining men in black feel pain in their eardrums and their faces show fear.

The leader of the men in black was horrified. He never expected that the Amorous Swordsman could break through his bottleneck and reach the Grandmaster realm in such a desperate situation. He tried to turn and flee, but a beam of white sword energy pierced through his back in an instant. His body stiffened, and he collapsed to the ground, lifeless.

The remaining men in black were terrified at the sight and dared not fight any longer. They turned and fled, but were all killed by the sword energy unleashed by the amorous swordsman. None of them escaped.

Silence finally returned to the mountaintop, leaving only him and his sword. He was surrounded by a shimmering white aura, his robes stained with blood, yet his posture remained upright, his eyes clear as he gazed at the amorous sword in his hand.

Li Mofan, from the perspective of a romantic swordsman, personally experiences the life of the swordsman's dozen or so confidantes, feeling the process of getting to know and love each of them.

To feel the joys and sorrows in the heart of the passionate swordsman, and to comprehend the essence of the passionate sword.

After an unknown amount of time, Li Mofan slowly opened his eyes, still lingering with the emotions from his memories. His fingertips were still tightly gripping the hilt of the Amorous Sword, which seemed to have lost its former spirit, its light dimmed.

He vaguely sensed that his connection with the Dao Foundation was becoming increasingly close. With a thought, he opened his personal panel. This world was not under the coverage of the Heavenly Punishment Law, so the only function that the Heavenly Punishment System could use was the personal panel.

Rating: 35

Talent: Taoist

Spirituality: Max level

Identity: New Recruit (Heavenly Path Legion)

Qi and blood: 95

Spiritual Power: 1470/1471

Attack: 76

Defense: 85

Agility: 71

Taoist Arts: 3

Although the time in his memory was long, in reality it was only a little over a day and a night. Li Mofan's biggest gain from this experience was that he had acquired a new Taoist technique.

However, the Taoist interface is...

[Unknown Technique]

[Basic Taoist Techniques]

[Unknown Technique]

He could sense that this new Daoist technique was related to the Amorous Sword Intent. However, upon seeing the two unknown techniques, he seemed to understand something. He focused his mind on those two unknowns. He named the Daoist technique formed by the beautiful mage's illusory image the Cold Glass Daoist Technique, in commemoration of his first escape from death in this world and the instigator of it. There wasn't much to say about the second unknown; he simply named it the Amorous Sword.

After closing the panel, he activated his Dao Foundation and familiarized himself with the newly acquired Dao technique. This technique required the combined activation of spiritual power and omnipotent energy to be used, but since he was in the room, he couldn't test its power.

A series of knocks on the door interrupted Li Mofan's exploration of the new Taoist technique, and Su Qingyao also stopped her breathing exercises, clearly indicating that there was still some time before mealtime.