Chapter 141: Three Years

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The moment he spurred the ebony sword into Yuanshen, he promptly fainted.

After an unknown amount of time, Qin Sang woke up. He lay on the ground like a corpse, unmoving. His eyes, hazy and blurred, glanced at the dome of the cave before closing softly.

After waiting for a long time and regaining some strength, he silently reached for the jade bottle beside him. He took out a healing elixir and swallowed it, carefully running his kung fu to heal his injuries and restore his spiritual energy.

Several days later, Yuanshen's injuries improved, and he continued this process.

Thus, three years have passed.

For three years, apart from visiting Huilong Temple once a month to check for any summons from his master, lest he miss out on the tasks arranged by his sect and face punishment, and then going to Guguan's capital city to eat several baskets of large meat buns to satisfy his cravings, Qin Sang had been secluded in his cave dwelling, diligently cultivating the Yuan Shen Yang Jian Zhang.

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As the saying goes, "Where there's a will, there's a way". After a year of diligently practicing the , this technique which he had once thought impossible to master, now showed signs of progress.

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The ebony sword was beginning to show signs of merging with its spirit.

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The spiritual sword and primordial spirit have merged.

Next, it was Qin Sang's confrontation with the sword energy devouring his spirit. He endured the torment of sword energy devouring his spirit for two whole years before he could adapt and successfully enter a state of meditation in this condition.

The cave was silent and eerily dark.

Only in the realm of the spiritual spring, where the Nine Phantom Heavenly Orchid fully recovers its vitality, does it radiate with magnificent splendor. The mist above its flower buds, which first appeared two years ago, continuously shifts and transforms, conjuring up myriad illusions that appear so lifelike, they leave one astounded.

"Whew!"

Qin Sang woke up from his meditation, let out a long sigh of relief, and looked pleased.

This was his second successful meditation, the last one having been just five days ago, more like an accident.

Although he had adapted to the pain transmitted by the Yuanshen, entering meditation was still quite difficult. However, Qin Sang remembered the teachings of Ji Xin Dao Ren, calmed his mind and breath, without haste or worry. After failure, he silently recited the "Pure Clarity Sutra," stabilizing his thoughts before continuing to try, and sure enough, he succeeded again.

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When he couldn't enter meditation, he could only sleep to replenish his energy. It took him a long time to fall asleep soundly, and as a result, he looked much thinner and wasted a lot of time on cultivation. From now on, he wouldn't have to worry about this anymore.

Qin Sang stretched out his ten fingers and pressed them against his forehead for a while. This had become a habitual action of his. The pain from the coming of his soul was more troubling than the headaches he had suffered in his past life.

Later, he came up with a way to keep himself busy. He had no free time at all. The twelve hours of each day were filled, except for short periods of sleep and meditation to cultivate his sword spirit. Most of the time was spent practicing the *Five Elements Breaking Sword Technique* and *Art of Escaping Spirit*. His efforts proved fruitful.

After a while, Qin Sang stood up from the ground and walked to the side of the Lingquan. He gazed at the Jiuhua Tianlan with fascination for a moment, then turned his gaze to the pond below.

Compared to three years ago, the spring eye of Lingquan has noticeably widened, and the water flow is much stronger. Now, the entire pool has accumulated nearly half a pool of spring water, and the roots of Jiuhuan Tianlan have clustered together, full of vitality.

Qin Sang didn't know how long it would take for this spirit spring to form completely, but judging by its appearance, it wouldn't be too long.

When the spiritual spring was formed, he moved the spiritual spring and cave dwelling, replacing it with a more hidden vein of spiritual energy. This way, he could rest assured that he could keep the Nine Illusion Heavenly Orchid planted in the cave dwelling.

Otherwise, every journey would require removing the Jiuhua Tianlan, and even if replanted, it would take a year to regrow. Waiting for its maturity would be an eternity.

Today is the end of the month again, Qin Sang closed his cave and rode the Flying Shuttle to Huilong Guan.

He set up a simple illusion array at the Huilongguan Temple, blocking only ordinary people. Since the time of Tiannan's disciples, Huilongguan had never been popular. In just a few years, it became abnormally dilapidated.

Qin Sang landed in the living room, his expression moved slightly. He saw a sound transmission talisman flitting about erratically within the prohibition like a headless fly. Reaching out, he grasped it and found it wasn't a summons from his sect, but one sent by someone named Yu Da Yue.

This person claimed to be a fellow disciple and invited Qin Sang to explore an ancient cultivator's site in the Yuncang Marsh. They requested a meeting to discuss details, speaking with great sincerity.

Qin Sang recalled, but couldn't remember knowing any Foundation Establishment cultivator named Yu Da Yue.

After breaking through to the Qi Refining stage, he had only contacted Elder Yu, Senior Brother Wen, and Senior Brother Gong among other cultivators of the same level. After obtaining the 《Yǔnshen Yáng Jiàn Zhāng》, he went into seclusion for cultivation, not even returning to his sect for three years. He was so low-key that it was impossible to be any lower. It's unknown why this person sought him out.

The vast expanse of Yuncang's great wetland stretches endlessly, rarely visited by humans.

It is said that many undiscovered ancient ruins exist inside, many of which contain valuable treasures. There are frequent reports of people striking it rich, but it's hard to tell what's true and what's false.

Qin Sang was currently at a critical juncture in his cultivation of the Yuanshen Yangjian Zhang, and had no interest in exploring the ruins. He politely declined, sent back the sound transmission talisman, went down the mountain to eat several baskets of meat buns, and then returned to his cave dwelling.

After two more months, Qin Sang finally managed to completely get rid of the influence of the sword qi consuming his spirit. He could now enter meditation at will and proceed to the next step: visualizing the killing talisman, drawing the intention of killing into his primordial spirit, and refining the spiritual sword!

The first killing talisman in the manual was far less ferocious than the following four, and over the past three years, Qin Sang had already deduced countless times. He was ready for everything, just waiting for the east wind to come.

His divine consciousness touched the mind and quickly visualized the first killing talisman of the *Yuan Shen Yang Jian Zhang*.

Qin Sang's mind settled, and in his brain, there was a 'boom,' leaving only this killing talisman.

Each stroke of the killing talisman was written with a sword of slaughter, expressing earth-shattering murderous intent on paper. Qin Sang watched one stroke at a time, his mouth dry and his heart pounding. It was as if he were watching a peerless swordsman butcher all living beings in the world with his sword.

Qin Sang's heart was filled with killing intent, as if he himself had become this swordsman, an enemy to all the world. He found it hard to contain himself and longed to wield his sword, cleaving through everything.

A single step to kill a man, a thousand miles leave no trace!

Fortunately, the Jade Buddha always kept his mind stable, preventing his spirit from being lost in the killing talisman.

Mental visualization of the primordial spirit, comprehending the Dao of killing.

As time passed, the Wumu Sword enshrined within the soul began to stir.

Over the past three years, Qin Sang has engraved countless runes on his sword. When Qin Sang starts to contemplate the killing talisman, these runes, along with his soul, will transform into a furnace, using killing intent to refine the sword!

As contemplation deepened, the intent to kill invaded the soul and enveloped the spirit sword.

At that moment, the runes blazed with blinding light. With a sharp 'crack', an almost invisible fissure appeared at the end of the sword hilt. This was not where the core of the magic weapon fragment lay, but rather the most vulnerable point of the ebony sword.

The ebony sword trembled violently, as if it were wailing.

“Ah!”

At this moment, Qin Sang suddenly broke free from his meditation. He was drenched in sweat and his face was pale with fear. The excruciating pain from his primordial spirit had forcibly pulled him out of his meditative state.realizes that there is a hidden paradise within.The mountains here stretch endlessly, with beautiful scenery and not a trace of decay or gloom.In the black swamp, it can be called an extraterrestrial...