Eternal Swordmaster
Chapter 122 - 118: Slaughter Part 2

Chapter 122: Chapter 118: Slaughter Part 2

Hiss!

Blood flowers burst open from the chest of a noodle-person, a Black Sword piercing through from the back, violently pulled out.

Lin Xin switched his grip and sheathed his sword, his figure flickering through the crowd like lightning. Every strike resulted in an explosion of blood.

This was a small village town, home to hundreds of noodle-people, most of whom were bandits and their families.

At this moment, these bandits were fearlessly charging at him with weapons in hand.

Twisted noodle-people fell into pools of blood one after another.

Lin Xin increasingly felt streams of Innate Qi surging into his body, blood-scented and addictive as if drugs, irresistible.

He had tried cultivating on his own, but honest cultivation showed no hope of improvement.

The method of the Blood Pill had already overdrawn his physical potential.

Only the most primal plundering, seizing the potential of other lives, could allow him to advance further.

The noodle-people surged crazily towards him, screaming in an incomprehensible dialect.

However, this did not affect Lin Xin’s mood for slaughter.

He was no longer just slaughtering, he was enjoying.

Enjoying a kind of self-improvement, continuous quantitative change, advancing toward a qualitative transformation.

Hiss!

The sword tip was pulled from the last noodle-person.

He shook the bloodstains off the blade.

The ground was already a river of blood, some clots not yet dried mixed with sticky blood flowing past his feet.

Bending down, Lin Xin picked up a Demon Talisman Seed from beside a corpse.

He glanced at the status bar.

Cultivation improvement was much slower. After killing so many ordinary people, mixed with a few external martial artists, it had only advanced to 72% of the Ninth Layer. It seemed that the closer he got to Perfection, the harder it was to improve.

But having killed the entire bandit den, he felt some difference, killing those with higher cultivation yielded more improvement for himself.

"Demon!!"

That curved sword noodle-person appeared again in the distance. Seeing this scene, the murderous intent in his eyes almost burst forth.

He was no longer as furiously angry as before, but now, he had suppressed his deepest fury in his heart, turning it into the motivation to pursue Lin Xin.

Lin Xin glanced at him from afar; the man’s clothes were all battered, his face gaunt and tired, it seemed he had been tracking him alone for a long time.

He smiled faintly.

A black carriage materialized behind him, the door sliding open.

"You’re too slow again,"

Before his words finished, Lin Xin leaped backward into the carriage door, disappearing inside.

The curved sword noodle-person pursued closely, landing on the ground, looking around at the horrifying, Asura-like bloody scene.

He knelt on one knee on the ground, his curved sword thrust into the earth.

"I won’t be human until I kill you!"

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In a small town.

Many noodle-people civilians scattered, screaming in terror.

A middle-aged man in white, holding a blood-stained longsword, walked slowly down the street, followed by the bodies of noodle-people martial artists.

Ssh ssh ssh...

Several blue and yellow rays of Magic Artifact light shot from afar, smashing towards the man like lightning.

Boom!

The man raised his sword, and dozens of black and silver tendrils sprouted from the ground, forming a disk above his head to block the magic artifacts.

A layer of white light appeared underneath the disk, adding another layer of defense.

Light scattered, and an intense explosion spread out.

Some nearby buildings also collapsed from the shock.

After a moment, the dust settled, and groups of noodle-people troops quickly marched toward this direction.

Only when they got close did they discover that besides a big hole in the ground, there was nothing else here.

Several noodle-people cultivators stepped out from the crowd, staring grimly at the large pit.

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In the deep mountains, in front of a dark cave.

Lin Xin thrust his sword through the brow of a cultivator, then pulled it out.

The setting sun dyed his silhouette a deep red.

Beside him lay several bodies of noodle-people cultivators from inside the cave mansion.

In the distance, a white light curved sword flew rapidly, slashing ferociously towards Lin Xin’s head.

He blocked swiftly with his sword like lightning.

Bang!

Light overflowed, and a trace of Spiritual Energy once again attacked through the sword blade towards his body, but it was immediately suppressed by the massive Innate Qi.

He smiled, knowing it was that swordsman who had been pursuing him for a long time, and was about to speak.

"Devil!"

Suddenly, a white vortex appeared in the void, from which an aged palm stretched out, fiercely reaching toward his head.

Lin Xin’s expression changed, and he swiftly retreated.

But the palm seemed to possess a tremendous suction force, immobilizing him in midair.

Thump!

Lin Xin spat out a mouthful of blood, his body emitting bursts of white light while talisman patterns appeared all over him, every single one a Luminous Formation.

The dense Luminous Formations instantly infused with Inner Qi.

Boom!!

In a massive explosion, he used this force along with his own Inner Qi to break free from his binds and leaped backward into the black carriage that had just appeared.

Bang!

He collided into the carriage, and the door slowly closed. Lin Xin faintly heard the furious howling from outside.

Boom!!

The entire carriage shook violently all at once.

Lin Xin’s heart skipped a beat, knowing that a master had made a move. Even the carriage had been hit, the opponent’s strength was unimaginable.

"It seems I’ve killed too many these past days..." He struggled to get up, sat on the seat, swallowed a Lifesaving Pill, then grabbed a handful of pills for restoring Inner Qi and healing internal injuries, not even looking as he stuffed them into his mouth and swallowed.

"It’s not just Foundation Establishment Stage, but a stronger level... tsk tsk..." he coughed a few times, feeling that this internal injury seemed rather severe.

"No wonder... after last time, killing every night, I can’t even remember how many people I’ve killed..."

These days, he went out in a carriage every day to slaughter; sometimes he found a Demon Talisman Seed, sometimes he didn’t.

Sometimes he found one but couldn’t snatch it, sometimes it was like now, where a powerful enemy wounded him and he barely escaped back.

"Demon Talisman Seeds are becoming harder to find, the easily accessible ones have already been taken, the rest are in the hands of masters, although you might encounter at least three at a time, the opponents are much stronger than before...."

This was already the fifth time he hadn’t obtained a new Demon Talisman Seed. As his hunt continued, the opponents he encountered grew significantly stronger, eventually he gave priority to enhancing his martial level through slaughter, planning to boost his level before competing for new Demon Talisman Seeds.

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Inside the estate.

The carriage, bursting from the darkness of the walls, slowly came to a stop beneath a tree in the estate, and the door opened.

Lin Xin stepped out, his feet gently touched the ground to stand firm.

After getting out of the carriage, he directly took out the Demon Talisman Seeds that he had found these past days from the bedroom.

A small bundle, he walked to the center of the courtyard and poured out all of the Demon Talisman Seeds.

Clatter.

Six black metal blocks suddenly appeared on the ground, besides one left as an escape tool. These six were all his current spoils.

"Most of them are gains from earlier stages, I haven’t been able to obtain any recently..."

He furrowed his brows.

As usual.

Kindle a fire, apply blood, and throw all the Demon Talisman Seeds into the fire pit.

Lin Xin sat cross-legged in front of the fire, his mouth and nose slightly open, slowly inhaling the red mysterious smoke.

Attribute points slowly increased, and soon, six attribute points appeared in his attribute panel.

The red smoke also gradually disappeared.

Lin Xin opened his eyes and looked at his attribute panel.

’Damage—8, Defense—13, Dodge—1, Constitution—1. Free Attributes 6.’

’Minor Return to Origin Technique—Ninth Layer. (Completeness 94%) (Damage+9, Constitution+9), Additional Effects: Sword Qi, Innate Attachment.’

"Six points... Defense is sufficient, need to enhance damage..." he directly allocated all six attribute points to damage.

Instantly, his damage increased to 14 points.

A sense of indescribable lightness slowly surged within him, Lin Xin felt as if his body had changed somehow, if previously there was a strong robust feeling like wearing an extremely tough armor, now the edges of the armor were covered with barbs and sharp edges.

"Damage mainly reflects in strength and speed..."

He extended his left hand, without using Inner Qi, suddenly thrust forward.

Whizz!

The air suddenly emitted a piercing screech.

A fierce air pressure was abruptly pushed out by him, shooting forward, impacting on the opposite courtyard’s wall.

Bang.

A chunk was missing from the wall.

Lin Xin slightly estimated the power but found it incomparable. Enhanced damage would lead to stronger speed, and with speed came greatly increased explosive power, as well as the boost in strength.

"Just the physical body alone can reach such a terrifying power... If combined with a burst of Inner Strength, I wonder what level I could achieve against someone in the Qi Cultivation Stage..."

He muttered to himself.

Sitting next to the campfire, he simply closed his eyes to meditate.

Time flew by quickly, and Lin Xin timed himself to stand up.

"It’s about time to wake up..." After such a long time, he had instinctively remembered the details of the waking moments.

Carrying the Red Flower Sword, he strolled toward the bedroom.

Click.

Suddenly, he stopped in his tracks, his hand violently grasping the pillar in front of the room door.

A sudden bout of dizziness harshly struck his head. It felt as if something, something heart-pounding, wanted to bore into his brain.

This sensation was fleeting and he quickly returned to normal.

"I..."

He extended his hand, looking at his own palm.

"Just now, was it an illusion?"

He closed his eyes, steadied his breath.

"Maybe I’m just too exhausted... plus the severe injuries... and I’m just a bit away from breaking through the Qi Cultivation. Afterwards, I’ll settle the scores with the Red Mansion and Star Calamity Hall." Sometimes, being too tired and severely injured could cause this kind of situation.

Putting the recent incident behind him, he pushed the door open and entered the bedroom, took off his equipment and boots, and lay back down on the bed, waiting for the moment to wake up. (To be continued. If you like this work, please visit qidian.com to vote for it and support me. That support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please visit m.qidian.com to read.)