Who Let Him Cultivate?!

Chapter 741: Chapter 740: One Sword Becomes Ten Thousand Swords

Daoist Xiantian was immersed in memories dating back a hundred and twenty thousand years, while Daoist Buyu held a writing brush, recording the memoirs of Daoist Xiantian. If one didn’t look at the contents Daoist Buyu was recording, it would seem like a harmonious picture of the young and the old.

Daoist Xiantian talked from dawn till dusk, not stopping until he had fully digested the kebabs he had eaten at noon.

Lu Yang and Gan Tian took a brief glance at the things their master was recording with their Spiritual Sense. They worried that Daoist Xiantian wouldn’t be able to accept Daoist Buyu’s overly advanced ideas of propaganda and might do something outrageous, such as an ancestor beating his unworthy descendants. In tacit understanding, they decided not to mention this.

And it’s not that what the master was recording was incorrect, as at the very least, each sentence was indeed spoken by Daoist Xiantian, only perhaps slightly embellished.

“It seems our Second Senior Brother learned the art of twisting truth from Master,” Third Senior Sister communicated through Spiritual Sense.

All the bad habits of Daoist Buyu were learned by the Second Senior Brother, no wonder he had such a notorious reputation in the Western Buddha Country.

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“If Second Senior Brother learned it from Master, where did Master learn his skills from?”

“From the Eighth Elder. Isn’t there a saying that Master was brought up by the Eighth Elder from infancy?”

“What about the Eighth Elder, then? Our Grandmaster does not seem to have such a character.”

“Self-taught genius.”

“Truly gifted talent.”

Daoist Xiantian didn’t have his Spiritual Sense yet, as he had not begun cultivating, but seeing Daoist Buyu rapidly recording, filling several pages densely, he knew that the current Sect Leader had captured everything he said. He nodded in great satisfaction.

“Keep up the good work, I have high hopes for you.”

Rarely did anyone not mind his ramblings and was willing to listen to his historical accounts, which put Daoist Xiantian in an excellent mood.

Daoist Xiantian found Daoist Buyu increasingly pleasing to the eye, of course, it could also be because they both had a knack for getting lost.

Daoist Buyu, feeling recognized by the ancestor, immediately declared, “Rest assured, Grandmaster, I will make sure to propagate the glorious deeds of establishing the Seek Dao Sect!”

“Very good, very good, with people like you in the sect, how could it not flourish!”

“By the way, Grandmaster, do you know the whereabouts of Vast Sea Daoist Lord?” Daoist Buyu hadn’t finished his round of inquiries.

Daoist Xiantian shook his head: “I don’t know.”

The Seek Dao Sect was too vast, and without a way to contact Vast Sea Daoist Lord, nobody could find him.

“Your first disciple and the previous Sect Leader might be able to find Vast Sea,” Daoist Xiantian said.

Daoist Buyu grinned sheepishly and didn’t pick up on the hint, for everyone knew that Xiao Zhi and his own master definitely knew where Vast Sea Daoist Lord was.

“It’s getting late, I should head back,” Daoist Xiantian said while yawning. After talking for the better half of the day, he was tired.

“Let me walk you out,” said Daoist Buyu warmly. He wasn’t worried about revealing Daoist Xiantian’s identity by doing so, as Daoist Xiantian’s public identity was as the disciple of Vast Sea Daoist Lord, second in seniority only to the Sect Leader in the Seek Dao Sect.

After seeing off Daoist Xiantian, Daoist Buyu returned to Sky Gate Mountain: “Come on, tell me, what has happened since I last left?”

All the major events involving the Demon Territory and Semi-Immortals that Daoist Buyu had heard about on his way were related to Lu Yang. Now that he had the chance to ask the person involved, he certainly wouldn’t miss it.

When Daoist Buyu last returned, it was just after the sect’s celebration had ended, and Lu Yang was only at the mid-stage of the Golden Core. Now, Lu Yang had reached the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul. Many things had happened in between.

As he had experienced it all personally, Lu Yang spoke in an endless stream.

As he spoke, Lu Yang began feeling that something was amiss: “Wait, wasn’t it just over a year since I advanced from mid-stage Golden Core to mid-stage Nascent Soul? How did so much happen in such a short time?”

Daoist Buyu was delighted with the storytelling material, much richer than the experiences of the Grandmaster.

The Grandmaster’s experiences were all about the difficulties of establishing the sect and strategizing against cultivators of the same realm.

Looking at Lu Yang’s situation, although he was only at the Nascent Soul Stage, the enemies he provoked started at the Transcendance Tribulation Stage, and with some luck, he could even attract the attention of a couple of Semi-Immortals.

With Lu Yang’s trouble-causing ability, Great Yu would have collapsed twenty thousand years earlier if he had been alive back then.

After all, the Imperial Teacher of Great Yu was only at the level of Transcendance Tribulation.

“…Master of All Laws just suddenly kowtowed like that, I was quite surprised too,” Lu Yang naturally could not reveal the matter of Fairy Eternity, so he insisted it was a coincidence.

However, to Daoist Buyu, whether it was a coincidence or not was not important.

“That’s enough. Rest for a day, tomorrow I will teach you the sword technique ‘One Sword Becomes Ten Thousand.’

Daoist Buyu had wanted to teach this move the last time he returned to the sect, but Lu Yang’s cultivation level was not sufficient. This technique required being at the Divinity Transformation Stage, and now Lu Yang had just qualified.

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In the early morning, filled with energy, Lu Yang was dressed in his training clothes, holding the Green Peak Sword in his hand.

“Originally, I wanted to teach you the integration of human and sword and ‘One Sword Becomes Ten Thousand,’ but since you’re not willing to learn the integration, let it be,” he said.

“You’ve already met the preliminary conditions: the sword follows your heart, your mind is clear, your spirit blends with the sword, action and stillness are as one.”

Normally, only swordsmanship geniuses at the Divinity Transformation Stage could achieve these four realms, but Lu Yang, with his Sword Spirit Root, had already touched upon these realms while pondering swordsmanship.

“With a clear heart, banish stray thoughts, focus on swordsmanship, drive the Sword Qi out of your body to materialize, and fuse your Spiritual Sense with Sword Qi to achieve the free differentiation of Sword Qi, producing thousands of Sword Qi with a single thought,” he explained.

“Like this.”

Daoist Buyu extended his index finger, and a stream of Sword Qi burst forth. With a gentle shake of his finger, the illusory shadow left by the Sword Qi in the air turned into countless streams of Sword Qi. Lu Yang watched, astounded, never imagining Sword Qi could be used in this way.

“Sit in meditation to calm your mind, be relaxed and natural. Hold firm with your hands, look straight with your eyes, let your Qi circulate the microcosmic orbit endlessly…”

Daoist Buyu then instructed the heart mantra of the sword technique.

Lu Yang’s talent in swordsmanship was in no way inferior to magic skills, and he grasped it instantly.

With a whoosh, accompanied by hundreds of Sword Qi, the Green Peak Sword was unsheathed, sounding like a dragon’s chant.

“Go!”

With a light shout from Lu Yang, the Green Peak Sword soared into the sky, followed by hundreds of Sword Qi, as if a mighty army was galloping across the heavens, with the Green Peak Sword as the general commanding the troops!

With a thought from Lu Yang, the hundreds of Sword Qi solidified into hundreds of Green Peak Swords.

“Success!”

Lu Yang brought his two fingers together and pressed downward. Hundreds of Green Peak Swords fell like rain, with a ripping sound through the air, tearing up the grass, toppling trees, and pockmarking the ground.

If a cultivator at the early stage of Spirit Transformation had been standing below, they would’ve been turned into a hedgehog by now.

Lu Yang was delighted. In just half a day’s time, he had learned ‘One Sword Becomes Ten Thousand,’ a technique that had stumped countless swordsmanship geniuses.

Daoist Buyu nodded in satisfaction. His little disciple learned sword techniques even faster than he did back in the day.

Neither the master nor the disciple noticed that a puppet was quietly watching them from the shadows.

“Since the Green Peak Sword can do it…”

Lu Yang had a new idea. He put away the Green Peak Sword and took out the Sword Washing Pool.

“Let the Qi circulate the microcosmic orbit endlessly… Go!”

The Sword Washing Pool soared into the sky, multiplying into hundreds high above, darkening the sky like dense clouds.

“Fall!”

The Sword Washing Pool fell like a shower of meteors, with an unavoidable sword intent, crashing to the ground, denting the solid earth several inches deep. A cultivator at the mid-stage of Divinity Transformation would likely be killed by this barrage of sword technique.

“Indeed, the power of the Sword Washing Pool is greater!”

Daoist Buyu looked at the Sword Washing Pool with a puzzled expression.

“Why does this thing look so familiar?”