The Rise of the Witch

The horned dragon steed, dragging a carriage, impatiently stomped its hooves. It was once a dragon steed that chased stars and grasped the moon, but now it could only pull a carriage, walking slowly.

This is torture for a creature that loves to roam.

It wasn't until Xing Yang tore off a piece of the Demon King's flesh and stuffed it into its mouth that the Horned Dragon Steed suppressed its dissatisfaction, opened its mouth, and bit into the flesh with its full set of fangs, swallowing and chewing it.

Dragon steeds are horses that contain dragon blood, and horned dragon steeds are even better. Strictly speaking, they can already be considered demons. Devouring the flesh and blood of the demon king is naturally a great tonic for them.

Otherwise, how could it be so patient as to slowly pull the cart?

The carriages behind them were piled up, covered with tarpaulins, and inside was one of the legs of the Devouring Demon King.

Only one leg was removed because it was impossible to carry any more.

I just don't know if there are any storage-type magical artifacts in this world.

Inside the carriage, Gui Ning leaned against the wall, holding her sword, her eyes closed as if lost in thought, her slender fingers occasionally stroking her sword.

Yu Xi's sallow face contorted in pain as she chewed a piece of jerky with her teeth until her cheeks ached. Finally, she spat it out, saying, "Master, I can't chew it!"

This dried meat was temporarily baked by Xingyang using his spiritual fire. Back in the Great Wilderness, he would make it like this whenever he wanted cooked food.

This only dries out the moisture; the so-called "cooked" food is just psychological comfort and doesn't actually soften the meat, so Yu Xi naturally couldn't chew it.

Xing Yang was a little embarrassed and said, "Yu Xi, your master isn't a spirit chef after all. Just bear with it a little longer. We're about to go to Ganwei Clan, and we'll definitely give you a feast then!"

Yu Xi tossed aside the dried meat, climbed onto the back of the horned dragon horse from the carriage frame, tugged at Xing Yang's clothes, and looked up to ask, "Master, when will you teach me cultivation?"

Xing Yang patted her head and said, "You're too thin right now. You need to take care of your health first before you can start cultivating."

Yu Xi lowered her head, her forehead resting against Xing Yang's back, and whispered, "Master, can my body really be healed?"

  

Although none of them said it, Yu Xi knew that the two outbursts had completely ruined her health.

She used to be strong and energetic, but now, she even finds it difficult to climb onto the back of the horned dragon.

Xing Yang thought for a moment, then pulled her close, holding her in his arms, and said, "Do you know why you're so much stronger than others?"

Yu Xi thought for a moment and said, "I don't know, but I was born with great strength, stronger than many adults."

Xing Yang explained, "For most people, strength comes from the muscles and bones. People with strong muscles and bones are stronger. Tell me, are your muscles and bones strong?"

Yu Xi shook her head and said, "The adults all say that I'm still a child, my bones and muscles haven't fully developed... so I shouldn't be considered strong, right?"

Xing Yang smiled and said, "You do have some understanding. How can such a small frame like yours unleash such powerful strength? Have you ever thought about where this strength comes from?"

Yu Xi paused for a moment, then lowered her head to think: "This... Master, I hadn't thought of that."

Xing Yang lowered his head and said, "Ordinary people's strength originates from their muscles and bones and is controlled by their mind. Therefore, ordinary people cultivate by nourishing their muscles and bones with qi and blood, thereby increasing their strength."

But you are different. Your strength comes from your bloodline... or rather, from your true spirit. Your so-called burst of power is actually your own body and bones unable to withstand the power of your bloodline, forcing you to overdraw your own essence and blood.

Yu Xi shook her head blankly: "Master, I don't understand."

Xing Yang pondered for a moment and said, "True spirit, tendons and bones, qi and blood, or in other words, essence, qi, and spirit, these are the three treasures of the human body."

The purpose of cultivating Qi in the immortal path is to transform into a spirit, to find the true spirit, and then to evolve the true spirit with one's own will. Some immortal cultivation involves visualizing great demons, which is to evolve the true spirit into a great demon through visualization, thereby obtaining the supernatural powers of the great demon.

The process of refining Qi into spirit is something that humans learned from the demon race. The demon race is skilled at cultivating Qi, and this is how it works. However, the demon race does not need to transform their Qi into spirit after cultivating Qi, because their demon spirit can directly merge into their physical body.

Your bloodline is special; the remnant of your true spirit resides within your blood and qi. You only need to refine your essence into qi, transforming your essence into your own blood and qi, thus strengthening the remnant of your true spirit within your blood and qi. This is the path of the Witch Clan; the Witch Clan's method of refining essence is just like this.

Those demons who possess the bloodline of ancient great demons will also learn the path of the witch clan to refine essence, thereby awakening their bloodline and gaining the supernatural powers of great demons.

And this is the path you must take.

The demon race cultivates Qi, the witch race refines essence, and the human race combines their strengths to compensate for their weaknesses.

Yu Xi was completely bewildered and said, "Humans are learning from demons, demons are learning from witches, and humans are learning from witches... It's so confusing!"

Xing Yang smiled and said, "We are all living beings in this world. In some ways, we are all the same."

Yu Xi innocently said, "That's different. If the human race becomes the most powerful creature in the world, it will definitely not bully weak creatures."

Xing Yang laughed heartily and said, "Girl, you've got it backwards. If humans become the most powerful beings, then other beings will have no way to survive."

Yu Xi pouted and said, "No way!"

Xing Yang did not argue, but said: "Putting aside racial stances, as an individual, girl, your idea is commendable. Strong people do not need to bully the weak to show their strength!"

Those of us with bad tempers must remember: direct your anger at the stronger; the weak aren't worth our anger!

Yu Xi understood what he meant, but still retorted, "Master has a very good temper, so why does he always say he has a bad temper?"

Xing Yang smiled and said, "You'll understand when you see your master lose his temper."

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The master and apprentice were talking on the back of the horned dragon steed. Gui Ning seemed to have her eyes closed, but she heard their conversation clearly and didn't miss a single word.

The path to immortality involves refining one's vital energy and transforming it into spirit.

God is the true spirit!

She cultivated the way of the sword, comprehended the sword intent, and evolved a spiritual sword at the top of her spiritual platform. Isn't this a kind of spiritual transformation?

With his pure sword intent, he transformed his true spirit into a spiritual sword...

If one waits until the true spirit transforms into a sword, and the spiritual sword is perfected, with essence, energy, and spirit all integrated into it, wouldn't that be the path to alchemy?

Only by looking down at the mountains can one truly appreciate the scenery within.

With just a few words, he revealed the true meaning of cultivation. Just who is this white-armored general?

Gui Ning opened her eyes, took a deep look at Xing Yang's back, then closed her eyes again, the image of that sword that split mountains and cleaved peaks appearing in her mind.

Again and again...

After repeating it many times, she vaguely grasped a glimmer of inspiration.

Perhaps, if she continues to ponder it, one day she will be able to wield that sword.

But the domineering and unparalleled sword intent left her at a loss. Her sword intent was always characterized by coldness and killing intent, which made her feel icy cold all over.

So this is what sword intent can be—so domineering!

That sword strike was too domineering, cleaving the demon king and the mountain in two without any regard for reason.

Perhaps, what Lang said about having a bad temper is probably true.

How good can a person with such a domineering personality have a good temper?

Is she too cold-hearted?