Chapter 293

In extreme pain, people's perception of time is confused.

The meridians were broken and repaired, and then broken again. The flow of spiritual energy grew stronger in this repetition, but the torture it brought also continued to pile up. Gu Hongying was in so much pain that he wanted to scream out loud. He crawled around in the darkness of the world like a madman, his consciousness howling words that he himself did not understand, and he looked like a mental patient on the verge of collapse - in fact, he was bound by the white beams of light from the formation and could not move.

Just one more minute and it would be over; just one more minute and I would give up; just one more minute and it would fall apart - Gu Hongying's consciousness, numb with pain, relied on such suggestions of quenching his thirst by looking at the plums in the sky, and he held on minute after minute.

When the pain reached its peak, Gu Honghong heard a "buzzing" sound in his head, and he could no longer sense anything.

The spiritual power turned into a surging ocean, rolling up huge waves like a tsunami, and when it fell with a roar, it made a sound like a huge bell.

Remote, sublime, and solemn.

Gu Hongying opened his eyes at the sound, and the terrifyingly powerful spiritual energy began to flow from his dantian, traveling through the meridians in his body at a rapid speed. His spiritual power was boiling, as if celebrating his new life.

The blood that oozed out of Gu Hongying's pores mixed with the impurities extracted from his body, forming a thick shell on his body surface, making him look like a stone statue with its eyes closed.

Now, the stone statue's eyes are open, and there seems to be a hint of dark blue in its black pupils. If you look carefully, you can see silver stars, like the vast and deep sky.

“Crack—”

There was a dull cracking sound coming from somewhere.

“Crack! Crack!”

Fine cracks began to spread on the stone statue, crisscrossing and connecting like a spider web, and finally turned into powder.

The white pattern that bound him also shattered at this moment, and white dots of stars hung in the air, and in the darkness they turned into tiny butterflies that flew away in all directions.

Gu Hongying stood up from the ground, the vast spiritual power in his body rejoicing, as if waiting for a definite exit, so he raised his hand, and with a thought, a long sword turned from virtual to real in his palm.

The blade of the sword is light green, and its light is like red fire.

It is his natal spiritual sword, the Kunwu Sword.

If Gu Hongying's spiritual power was only enough to control one percent of the Kunwu Sword's capabilities before, then after the infusion of massive spiritual power, he finally became 100% compatible with the sword.

Gu Hongying injected spiritual power into the sword, just as he had done countless days and nights before. A swordsman's natal sword needs constant care and cherishment, so that it can exert its greatest power when fighting side by side.

The Kunwu Sword hummed and trembled in Gu Hongying's hand, and its red light was released undisguisedly. It finally waited for someone who could be one with its mind.

Spiritual power flowed through the sword, and Gu Hongying felt as if he had become a part of the Kunwu Sword. The Kunwu Sword was him, and he was also the Kunwu Sword.

But even though his spiritual power flowed smoothly and his sword moves were as smooth as his arms, Gu Hongying always felt that something was missing.

He didn't know why, but he suddenly remembered the long-forgotten auction and the introduction of the Kunwu Sword at the auction:

[Kunwu Sword]

It is cast from copper from Kunwu Mountain. The blade is light green and shines like red fire. It is smelted with the blood and flesh of insects. It can dispel nightmares and repel evil spirits.

Note: The magic sword has no spirit. 】

Divine sword, without spirit.

*

This was the sixty-third time that Yin Li's formation was broken.

Even though she was carrying a defensive magic weapon, the backlash from breaking the formation still sent her flying backwards, and she only stopped when she hit a rock taller than a person.

Yin Li fell to the ground and spat out a mouthful of blood. She looked very wolfish now. Her previously soft black hair was now rough and hairy, and the end looked like it had been cut by some sharp object. It was uneven and horrible to look at. With her tattered clothes, she looked like a little beggar who had experienced a natural disaster.

Not far from her, Shi Xu stood there holding a sword, his eyes calm.

Time has suppressed the spiritual power to the same level as Yin Li, but the sixty-third time, there is still only one sword.

One sword can break everything.

Yin Li, who was not far away, struggled on the ground for several times but failed to get up. Shi Xu walked over slowly with the sword in hand: "Is this the end of today?"

She bent down and prepared to pull Yin Li up from the ground, but Yin Li, with a face full of pain, unsportsmanlikely threw a silver-white magic array towards Shixu's face, and then... the magic array that should have been deployed in an instant flashed in Shixu's palm and went out.

Yin Li: “…”

It's over, she thought.

Sure enough, the next second she was able to pick up the flying trapeze again, but this time the flying trapeze was much gentler. Before she hit the ground, spiritual power supported her. It was still a little painful when she fell, but it was bearable.

"The sneak attack was not stealthy enough, and the outbreak speed was too slow." Time commented calmly, "But compared to yesterday, it's a lot of progress."

Few people know that Shi Xu, the master of Kunlun Mountain who is the best in swordsmanship, also has considerable skills in formation.

With her messy hair, Yin Li struggled to get up from the ground again. She didn't plan to continue attacking. She knew her current situation and the timing very well - today's training had reached its limit.

"Master." Yin Li still had her usual cool expression, "When can I be like you?"

Yin Li is Shi Xu's only disciple. Perhaps it is because the Lord of Kunlun Mountain, who seems to be the incarnation of ice and snow, is not very good at raising children, and his only disciple is as taciturn as she is.

In recent years, I think she has entered a rebellious period. She has become more lively, but her aesthetic taste has changed in a strange direction - for example, long straight black bangs with various styles of false lip studs, or high boots, leather windbreakers and shiny black whips.

This outfit seemed to be out of tune with Kunlun's painting style, but no one looked at her differently. Firstly, everyone could practice cultivation, and everyone was very tolerant. Yin Li convinced her peers in Kunlun purely with her own abilities. Secondly, her face was like a flower from the high ridge, and her mysterious temperament made her look not that ugly even if she wore a sack.

Although she talked more, became more lively, and dressed differently, Yin Li still maintained an expressionless look most of the time. If someone was not familiar with Yin Li, they would probably regard her words as a provocation or dissatisfaction, but after spending more than a decade with her apprentice, she knew that Yin Li was just acting coquettishly.

The expression of this top swordsman was still indifferent, only his tone was slightly softer: "You will go further than me in the path of formation cultivation."

Shi Xu's best skill is swordsmanship, but her only disciple does not practice swordsmanship. There were rumors in the first few years when she accepted her as a disciple, but in the end they were all drowned out by Shi Xu's strength.

Even though her apprentice was not a swordsman, she was a brilliant genius among her peers.

Yin Li's expression did not change after being praised, but her happiness could be seen from the slightly raised corners of her lips.

"Are you still here this afternoon?" she asked.

Ever since the party at the end of November, Yin Li had inexplicably felt a sense of urgency - there was nothing she could do. Not only were her friends very talented, but they were all curlers who were about to be twisted into a dough stick. The pressure of being with them was much greater than being with her peers from Kunlun. As a well-known genius in formation cultivation, Yin Li naturally had her own pride, and she would never accept being left behind by her friends!

So when Yin Li sobered up the next day, she received a full month's training plan, and the amount of training seemed colder than the snow on the highest peak of Kunlun Mountain.

Yin Li did not back down. Since the beginning of December, she has been trying her best to stimulate her potential and grow rapidly every day. Today's sparring is just a part of her daily training.

"Qu Yutao will be in charge of your training this afternoon," Shi Xu said, "and he will also be in charge of your entire day tomorrow."

Yin Li frowned. She was keenly aware that something was wrong. For the past ten days, her master had given her practical training every morning and arranged the afternoon training based on the situation. Why was it suddenly changed for tomorrow morning?

She wanted to ask questions, but she calmly realized that even if she asked, her master couldn't tell her and wouldn't say anything because her power was still too weak and she was powerless to do many things.

"I understand, Master." Yin Li nodded, "Then I will go and adjust my condition and prepare for the afternoon training."

Before leaving this eternal snow, Yin Li couldn't help but turn her head and look in one direction—

What was there where the master stopped and looked into the distance?

…

"It's late, senior!"

In the ice and snow, in the space filled with densely packed vertical and horizontal ice spikes, a lively sound suddenly came.

Gu Hongying skillfully crossed the rugged icy road and ran straight to the center of this world.

This piece of heaven and earth exuded a terrifying coldness, and chains of ice thicker than humans were entangled and coiled. Only in one place were the chains slightly sparser, and it seemed that there were fewer chains than in other places.

Startled by Gu Hongying's shout, Shi Wan slowly opened his eyes. His skin was so white that it was almost transparent, and the distinct black and white of his eyes looked like a strange, dark pool that could not be looked directly into.

His eyes are indeed scary enough, but Gu Hongying is bold and daring. After more than a year of getting along with him, Shi Wan would still give him guidance when his mental state was good. To Gu Hongying, Shi Wan was both an elder and a friend.

The red tassels dangled beside Shi Wan's ears. The corners of his lips slightly lifted, with a secret expectation in his eyes: "Yes...something...good..."

Although Gu Hongying felt so much pain when being infused with massive amounts of cultivation that he wished he could die on the spot, once he got over that hurdle, the pain would gradually fade away under the protective mechanism of the brain.

"Senior Shiwan, can you tell that I am different now?" Gu Hongying smiled and looked up under the ice platform. He was always optimistic, as if no difficulty in the world could defeat him. Physical training and spiritual infusion were tortures that ordinary people could not endure, but he insisted on doing it and did his best. "Guess right and there will be a surprise!"

After Gu Hongying had initially been cutting ice chains here for more than half a year, his training schedule became increasingly busy, and he came less frequently than before. However, this did not hinder his determination to rescue Shi Wan from this prison of ice and snow.

"You... have become stronger... have you..." Shi Wan's voice was as intermittent and weak as ever, but under his drooping eyelashes filled with icy mist, his expression was faintly revealing madness.

Finally, he finally waited for this day.

He is finally going to atone for his sins...how great.

Shi Wan looked down at the jubilant young people below the ice platform, and her voice was more seductive than ever before:

"Hongying... cut them off..."