Dominating Martial King
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385: Chapter 229: Blood Revenge Blade and Chu Xisheng (Subscribe Please)_4 385: Chapter 229: Blood Revenge Blade and Chu Xisheng (Subscribe Please)_4 Among them, a dozen or so people immediately took out blank talisman paper from their sleeves and hurriedly began to write.

“On the tenth of March, Chu Xisheng, upon leaving the capital, made a breakthrough to the Seventh Rank of cultivation and encountered an ambush by twelve assassins from the Killing Tower around noon.

Chu Xisheng’s Primordial Skill made great strides, and his combat power surged.

Two Sixth Grade assassins—each holding a gold and silver token—from the Killing Tower were all beheaded by him with a single strike.

Not long after the battle, Mo Qilin, who holds the ninth seat among Shenxiu’s Ten Outstanding Sabers, rushed over, purportedly challenging Chu Xisheng, but he was defeated by Chu Xisheng with a single stroke,”

Shortly thereafter, several homing pigeons, a number of tokens, and two Qiankun Flying Swords soared into the air.

One by one, they pierced through the clouds and disappeared into the distant horizon.

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At the same time Chu Xisheng left the capital and fell into an ambush, in the Formless Divine Sect’s main mountain located in the Northern border.

‘Qingxuzi’, the Teaching Institute Grand Elder, also received a jade bottle sent down from the East State by the ‘Blood Vengeance Envoy’ from the Sect along with a shabby book bearing the title ‘Practical Annotation of White Horse Not Horse’.

The ‘Blood Vengeance Envoy’ dispatched by the Formless Divine Sect to the thirty-eight states, although all were from the Mage Institute, the person in overall charge of this matter was Qingxuzi.

He was the great elder of the Teaching Institute, overseeing all the Sect’s Martial Arts and Magic inheritances, and his official duty included the matter of the Divine Intent Touch Death Blade succession.

“This child’s blood is actually causing the eighth and ninth circles of the Blood Vengeance Plate to display a faint fluorescence?”

Qingxuzi looked at the jade bottle in front of him with a puzzled expression.

In fact, nearly a month ago, the Zong Lingshu had already sent a message across thousands of miles to report this matter to him.

However, this Sect’s special envoy was cautious by nature, fearing any loss of Chu Xisheng’s blood.

He did not use anything like the Qiankun Flying Sword, but instead specifically asked a disciple from the Inner Sect, who happened to be returning to the Sect, to deliver this drop of Chu Xisheng’s blood to the Formless Divine Mountain.

Thus, it was not until today that Qingxuzi saw this jade bottle.

The situation described by the Zong Lingshu was something they had never considered beforehand.

The talent for Divine Intent Touch Death Blade was something one either had or did not have—what is this business about appearing to glow without actually glowing?

The Heavenly Workshop’s great elder who crafted the thirty-eight ‘Blood Vengeance Plates’ did provide an explanation—the ‘Blood Vengeance Plate’ must have sensed that Chu Xisheng possessed some of the essential qualities to practice the Divine Intent Touch Death Blade, but it could not be sure, hence the appearance of glowing without fully doing so.

This matter, however, was easy to resolve.

Qingxuzi picked up the bell by his side and gave it a light shake, “Zong Lingwei, come in.”

A man in his thirties quickly entered.

His face was pale, his features handsome, and his earlobes were exceptionally large, almost hanging to a level parallel with his lips.

His name was Zong Lingwei, one of the two guards present on the day the Sword Intent of the Blood Revenge Blade manifested in shape, echoing for a thousand miles.

He was currently studying Sword Skill at the Teaching Institute.

Upon entering, he bowed respectfully, “Great Elder, may I ask what tasks you have for me?”

“There is indeed a matter, related to the Blood Revenge Blade.

Consider it killing two birds with one stone,” Qingxuzi said with a slight smile, casually tossing the jade bottle his way, “Lingwei, drip the blood from this bottle onto the blade of the Blood Revenge Blade and see how the blade reacts.

Oh, and remember to invite three Fourth-Grade mages from the Mage Institute to join you when you go.

If there is no reaction from the Blood Revenge Blade, then so be it.

If it reacts, make sure to conceal its energy.”

We must not repeat the mistakes of the past.

Qingxuzi did not believe that Chu Xisheng from East State was indeed the one sensed by the Blood Revenge Blade, but he couldn’t be careless.

What if it was him?

Zong Lingwei’s expression grew stern.

He respectfully affirmed and then carried the jade bottle as he left the room.

At this moment, Qingxuzi’s attention returned to the ‘Practical Annotation of White Horse Not Horse’ in front of him.

White Horse is Not a Horse?

Could it be related to that rapist from East State?

Practical Annotation?

Are these comments on how to use this ‘White Horse is Not a Horse’ to become a more formidable rapist?

Qingxuzi shook his head slightly but still opened the book and looked carefully at its content.

A moment later, Qingxuzi let out a light exclamation.

He turned the pages back to the beginning and looked even more carefully.

Using this thread of Heavenly Dao Rhythm in ‘White Horse is Not a Horse’ toward Martial Arts, integrating it into Nourishing Essence Skill?

This is a good idea!

In this way, this thread of Heavenly Dao Rhythm could be applied to any Martial Arts Skill.

Below the Fourth Grade, once someone masters it, it would be hard for them to find a match at the same level.

Only when one reaches the Fourth-Grade tier, and the rhythm of Heavenly Dao begins to be a common sight, does the effect of “White Horse is Not a Horse” start to diminish.

Nevertheless, this youngster was still reckless.

The Nourishing Essence Skill is the result of successive generations of the Formless Divine Sect’s relentless efforts and meticulous refinement, with the technique itself nearing perfection.

At this moment, any slight change could lead to unpredictable consequences, which might impact his future cultivation.

Eh?

This integration is perfect!

The modification is good; there’s nothing wrong with it.

It’s like a towering tree that has grown a small fork; it doesn’t affect the main trunk nor touches the essence.

Chu Xisheng of East State—

For the first time, Qingxuzi took an interest in this name.

Then, with a moved expression, he reached out and summoned a volume of “Heavenly Mechanism Martial Arts Manual” from a table nearby to himself.

The pages of the book flipped automatically until it reached the hundred fifty-second page.

“Shenxiu’s Ten Outstanding Sabers, tenth seat—Chu Xisheng!”

Qingxuzi looked at this line of text, his expression filled with immense satisfaction.

The activation of the first seven rings of the ‘Blood Vengeance Plate’ demonstrated Chu Xisheng’s talent; weaving ‘White Horse is Not a Horse’ into his enlightenment showed his comprehension.

Remarkably, the youth had earned a place among ‘Shenxiu Ten Masters’ at such a young age.

After Qin Muge from more than a decade ago, did Zhengyang Martial Arts Academy of East State produce another outstanding successor?

What a blessing for the Formless Divine Sect—Even if this youngster cannot inherit the ‘Divine Intent Touch Death Blade,’ he has the qualifications to become a pillar of heaven for the Formless Divine Sect.

Qingxuzi pondered for a while before writing a commentary with a solemn expression on the first page of “Practical Annotation of White Horse Not Horse.”

Afterward, he took out an aged piece of Beast Skin Paper and traced a peculiar Beast Map on it.

The beast resembled a dragon but wasn’t, a tiger but wasn’t, a dog but wasn’t, a deer but wasn’t; it possessed the majesty of a dragon, the ferocity of a tiger, the loyalty of a dog, the spirit of a deer; it was one of the Divine Beasts, the ‘Four Not Alike.’

This was a True Intent of ‘White Horse is Not a Horse,’ and not merely infused with its Heavenly Dao Rhythm, but also seemed like its complete version.

Chu Xisheng’s handwritten “Practical Annotation of White Horse Not Horse,” though ingenious and novel, fell short due to his lower level in martial arts—he couldn’t draw out the True Intent of ‘White Horse is Not a Horse’ in its entirety, diminishing the value of this book.

Qingxuzi embedded the Beast Map into the last page of the book and then rang a bell again: “Ren Daoheng, come here.”

Ren Daoheng was also one of the two disciples who were guarding the Sword Altar when the Blood Revenge Blade anomaly occurred.

He entered with a puzzled expression and saw Qingxuzi throwing a book over: “Take this book to the Scripture Storage Tower, and place this book on the ninth room of the eighth tier, at the very top shelf.”

A hint of surprise appeared in Ren Daoheng’s eyes.

There are a total of thirty-six tiers in their Scripture Storage Tower, with every four corresponding to a Cultivation Level.

And nine is the extreme of numbers.

The books in the ninth room of the eighth tier are the top-sacred techniques, Extreme Moves, and Magic—

The very top shelf is the extreme among extremes!

Ren Daoheng looked down at the book in his hands.

The title was “Practical Annotation of White Horse Not Horse,” authored by Chu Xisheng.

However, the first thing that caught his eye was the line beneath the title!

This is a top-secret technique below the Fourth-Grade, and it can be a superior legacy for our Formless Divine Sect—Qingxuzi.

Ren Daoheng’s eyes suddenly widened in astonishment, and he inwardly cursed in amazement.

This commentary is significant!

Meanwhile, Zong Lingwei stood atop the Sword Altar, also inwardly cursing.

He had already dropped the Blood from the Jade Bottle onto the blade of the Blood Revenge Blade.

But the subsequent development left Zong Lingwei puzzled.

At first, the Blood Revenge Blade repelled the Blood as if disdainful.

But then it forcefully drew it back in, merging it into the blade itself.

The situation grew even stranger as the Blood Revenge Blade repeatedly forced the Blood out and then drew it back in, until finally, it turned into a blood-red line mark on the back of the blade.

Zong Lingwei pondered what this meant—was it an inability to discern, or did it regard the blood as insignificant, not worth eating yet regrettable to discard?