I have Immortality In The Cultivation World

Chapter 199: Chapter 195: A Sword Splits the Mountain

the light dividing sword, the supreme treasure of the spirit sword sect.

according to the records, once activated, the sword would multiply into thousands and its power would shake the nine continents without the slightest hindrance.

zhou yi had been refining the mountain and river cauldron since the mortal world, and through the combined efforts of his family and sect, it had been nourished for over twelve hundred years. it had barely advanced to become a life-bound magic treasure, which was enough to show the preciousness of a spiritual treasure!

"the light dividing sword is even more a top-tier spiritual treasure, with its original power restored, the sword spirit's strength is comparable to that of a nascent soul ancestor!"

"even though it's a broken sword, the karma bound to it is a bit too heavy..."

zhou yi pondered for a long time, glanced at the young boy squatting on the ground, and revealed a kind and friendly smile, waving his hand as a dozen treasures shimmered in the air.

"little fellow, you can choose from these cultivation techniques, divine abilities, and wondrous spirit pills. how about i exchange them with you for this rusty sword?"

the boy, feeling that zhou yi was not a demon or ghost, boldly asked.

"are you an immortal?"

"why does everyone like to ask that?"

zhou yi said with a smile, "i am not an immortal, but a qi refinement practitioner from kunlun mountain, sun xing."

relieved by his words, the boy stood up and said, "this sword can comprehend swordsmanship. if you can teach me, then i'll exchange it with you!"

"really?"

zhou yi attentively sensed the light dividing sword. the remaining spirit was not enough to transmit divine sense, otherwise it would not have been thrown into the scrap heap.

"i have eighteen thousand sword techniques for you to choose from, little fellow; tell me more."

xiao tiezhu killed jian xuan and obtained part of the spirit sword sect's inheritance. in the wanjuan daozang, he also collected countless mortal world sword arts and cultivator sword techniques, enough for the boy to practice for several lifetimes.

"my name is lin fan, not 'little fellow'."

lin fan said, "half a month ago, i visited uncle li's shop and watched him forging swords. i accidentally cut my finger, and blood dripped onto this sword. strangely enough, i learned a set of the ethereal sword technique."

"i collected scrap metal for half a month and even borrowed a hundred wen from a friend to gather enough to buy this sword!"

"interesting! interesting!"

zhou yi praised repeatedly and, with his mana, he probed inside lin fan's body, indeed finding an extremely rare sword physique.

he faintly guessed the cause and effect. the light dividing sword, at the brink of death, recognized lin fan as its master, and was willing to exhaust its remaining spirit to impart sword techniques, simply because it didn't want to fade silently into oblivion.

when the sword spirit eventually collapsed, it was very likely to fuse all its spirit into lin fan's body to lay the foundation for his innate potential.

"originally, i had some doubts about whether the sword spirit, at the brink of death, used a spell to lure me out. now it seems it was truly accidental, but with my arrival, this incident can turn out perfect for both parties!"

zhou yi incorporated the light dividing sword into his dantian, constantly nourishing it with mana, and asked with a smile.

"which sword technique do you want to learn?"

lin fan furrowed his brows and pondered for a long time, then with a troubled little face shook his head and said, "i don't know."

"then i'll teach you according to my methods."

zhou yi's figure flickered, transforming from a young clergyman into a white-haired old taoist. the fortune-telling long banner in his hand became a green treasure sword, and he stroked his beard, "this appearance is more fitting for teaching sword techniques."

lin fan gaped in amazement and stammered, "immortal!"

lin fan felt the reasoning was sound, yet strange; it seemed somewhat skewed compared to what he had anticipated.

spirit sword city was known to the world for its "sword," including sword forging, sword techniques, and so on, so even ten-year-old children had heard quite a bit about swords, but they had never heard such logic before.

"greater strength, faster running..."

full of doubts, lin fan still complied with the immortal's teachings.

"the cultivation technique i have created has certainly not been in vain!"

with visible joy, zhou yi taught lin fan the optimized qi-blood martial art, word by word.

the qi-blood condensation required spirit rice, and at dinner time, the fragrant aroma was heartening. if not for zhou yi using his mana to conceal it, the neighbors would probably have followed the scent over to freeload a meal.

after eating a few mouthfuls of spirit rice, lin yu immediately realized that zhou yi was indeed extraordinary; all her worries dissipated.

months passed in the blink of an eye.

afternoon.

the sunlight was just right, warming the small courtyard.

zhou yi lay in the rocking chair, sipping tea and flicking his fingers gently.

thud thud thud...

the continuous sounds attacked from front, back, left, and right, and lin fan, with a serious expression, used his qinggong to dodge and weave.

boom!

lin fan only felt a severe pain in his back and, as his footwork faltered, he was struck by over a dozen bursts of qi energy.

"you're dead again."

"only ten people were using hidden weapons simultaneously, and you still can't dodge them after half a month of training," said zhou yi leisurely.

"this is too hard!"

the young lin fan's earlier pride had vanished without a trace under zhou yi's repeated criticism.

all those stories of acquiring fairy swords and suddenly understanding the ethereal sword technique were nothing but fable. according to daoist master, without a few days in the jianghu, he'd be killed by scams, traps, ambushes, or poison...

"if you spent all the time you use to show off to friends on your training, would it still be hard?"

zhou yi spoke harshly, but deep down, he was extremely satisfied. lin fan was exceptional in both talent and comprehension; it was just unfortunate that he was born in the wrong era.

"heh, nothing escapes the immortal."

lin fan respectfully poured tea and asked, "when can i go and experience the jianghu after my training?"

"spirit sword city is just a secluded place, insignificant as ants in my eyes," mused zhou yi. "in the nine continents and the four seas, there are numerous mighty figures; if you want to roam the world freely and joyfully..."

zhou yi thought for a moment and said, "once you can split a mountain with a single sword stroke, you'll be ready to venture out."

"a single sword stroke that splits mountains, there are such powerful beings in the world!"

lin fan had never left spirit sword city and rarely ventured from the marketplace. influenced by his parents and those around him, he yearned for the jianghu and swordsmen, without a clear concept of their strengths and weaknesses.

the words of an immortal could never be wrong!