My Legend Still Exists in the Cultivation World

actices this technique or tries to erase my spiritual sense, I will know it.”

So… what?

The onlookers were at a loss, wondering what Qin-zhenjun meant.
However, Jing Yue’s brainwaves were in sync and he said with a smile, “Thank you, Qin-zhenjun.
Don’t worry, I’ll just look at it.
I won’t practice it and will also keep it carefully.”

After that, he took the book back from Qin Yanzhi's hand naturally and stuffed it into his Qiankun pouch.

Qin Yanzhi, “Mm.”

Elder and Zhenren, “…”

Did they miss any plot?

Jing Yue continued, “The other corpses in the ruined temple are mostly disciples from nearby small forces or rogue cultivators.
Let’s take them away and notify someone to claim it.”

Qin Yanzhi, “Okay.”

He didn't even look at the treasure in old man Tianxiang's Qiankun pouch but directly summoned a flying magic weapon and took Jing Yue away.

The elder of the Penal Court and the Zhenren from Lingfeng Clan looked at each other, rolled up their sleeves and squatted down, and evenly divided the loot on the ground without any hesitation or embarrassment at all.

At this time, in the Pan Yang Secret Realm, Jiang Xue woke up leisurely.

He sat up with his hands on his forehead, still feeling dizzy.

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Alas, this was so embarrassing.
Unexpectedly, he passed out during the battle against the ferocious beast.
Fortunately, only heaven above and the earth below knew about it, so he must keep it a secret!

Now, he must hurry back to the clan!

Qin Yanzhi’s flying artifact was refined into the appearance of a sword box.
At this time, he was sitting cross-legged and closed his eyes in meditation.
Jing Yue held the Spirit Devouring Art opposite him to study.
There was no interaction between the two, but neither felt embarrassed and felt a sense of comfort instead.

The more Jing Yue studied the more valuable he felt this technique was.

The so-called spiritual root was the human body’s innate and initial Qi of the five elements, the basis for the communication between heaven and earth to absorb spiritual qi.
People only knew that it gathered at the center of the eyebrows in the spiritual dais, but it was abstract and invisible to the naked eye.
Nowadays, even for a Tribulation Passage stalwart, it was impossible to identify the attributes of the spiritual root without the help of an appraising magic weapon.

But the Spirit Devouring Art’s origin was unknown.
Not only did it record the secret method of detecting spiritual roots, but it also allowed practitioners to separate their own five element qi, remove impurities, and only retain the main spiritual root, while extracting from others and using it to nourish itself.

This technique was only effective for the living, adding a bit of cruelty to the evil.

However, Jing Yue felt that by putting aside the evil factor of the practice, as long as he learned the three steps of detecting spiritual roots, separating the five elements, and removing impurities, he could gradually improve the aptitude of his spiritual root.
It was just that if the last brutal step was not taken, the effect would be much weaker.
Perhaps even after thousands of years had passed, it would still not be possible to completely eliminate a miscellaneous root.

He was thinking hard when suddenly, the wooden sword he had been carrying with him had a weak reaction.

Jing Yue immediately linked his divine consciousness to the sword with a thought.

There was still nothingness in his field of vision, but gradually, Jing Yue saw a little dot of green, followed by ten, a hundred, ten million points, and finally joined together.

There were flowers, grass, vines, trees, and many seeds in the soil.

He saw a small thin sapling grow up slowly, grow taller, growing to obscure the sky, and grow into a giant tree.

One day, lightning fell and directly struck the giant tree.
A spark ignited and the fire spread and grew bigger and bigger, engulfing the massive trunk.
It wasn’t until the torrential rain poured that the fire was finally extinguished, but only the charred torso of the giant tree remained.

After thousands of years had passed, the place where the giant tree grew became a lake.
Later, the lake gradually dried up.
After several mountain changes, this dead tree took root in a valley and was baptized by the sun, moon, and stars every day.

Suddenly one day, a young leaf grew from the inanimate branch, and one day later, another leaf grew.

Just like this, after ten years, the dead wood welcomed spring again.

A shepherd boy riding an ox passed under the tree, looking up at the nesting birds on the treetop.

A burly man leaned against the tree trunk to rest tiredly and fell asleep until dark.

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A scholar holding a book, shaking his head, and chanting under the green shade.

A girl carrying a basket plucked a delicate white flower from the tree in early spring.

An old man buried himself under the tree and turned into the soil to nourish this thousand-year-old tree.

This ancient tree had experienced withering and flourishing, and also seen the life and death of all things on earth.

One day, a Daoist passed by here, stopped for a long time under the tree, drew his sword, and cut off a branch of the ancient tree.

The Daoist brought the branch back to the school and carved it with rough stones every day.

Stone grounded the wood, and wood grounded the stone, over and over again.

After three years of cold winter, the flowers and trees in the school bloomed overnight.

On this day, the sword was forged.

At the same time, there was a strong consciousness in Jing Yue's mind, which touched him more than every sword he had known before.

He heard a tender voice saying—Ku Sheng is my name.

(TN: Ku 枯 = wither / dry, Sheng 盛 = full / flourish)

When Jing Yue slowly opened his eyes, he met Qin Yanzhi's probing gaze.

He stroked the wooden sword in his hand, felt the closeness of Ku Sheng, and said with a smile, “Qin-zhenjun, this sword is called Ku Sheng.”

Jing Yue held Ku Sheng in both hands and said, “Now that the sword consciousness is awakened, I should return it.”

Qin Yanzhi took the long sword silently, a shallow tenderness in his eyes as he looked at Ku Sheng.

Jing Yue never thought that such an expression would appear on Qin Yanzhi's face.
He even had a ridiculous idea.
It was as if Qin Yanzhi had bestowed all the tenderness and weakness of his life upon ten thousand swords in the world.

Qin Yanzhi, “Since you awakened Ku Sheng, it’d up to you to deal with it.
But this sword’s element is wood, so it’s not the best choice for you.”

Jing Yue replied seriously.
“I understand.
I won’t let Ku Sheng down.”