Secret Records of the Leader of the Beichen Sword Sect
Chapter 343 - 257: Elixir Formation

Chapter 343: Chapter 257: Elixir Formation

After forcibly suppressing a series of emergencies, Cangtian Base began security checks and emergency repairs, not daring to be too aggressive for the time being and starting too many projects.

Besides going out once with Duan Tie to assist in escorting Gabriela to a base in the mountains for detention, Chen Xuantian spent the following week in dual cultivation practice with Zeng Wu at the base.

Of course, it was just blowing the saxophone, guiding her swordsmanship and movement technique, then picking up a big stick to beat her, imparting teachings through both words and actions to guide swordsmanship cultivation.

Zeng Wu wasn’t as foolish as Duan Tie made her out to be. After all, she had overlapped with Yao Honglei so many times, having some foundation.

Moreover, this Perfect Fifth Sword Technique was originally realized from Mr. He Lin’s array, and Yao Honglei’s Blood Poppy Skill was also realized from the Purple Mist Secret Manual given by Mr. He Lin. Chen Xuantian’s Shaoshang Sword Technique also demonstrates pure skill on the foundation of swordsmanship and cultivation techniques.

It could be said that this entire set of things are all derived from the same core, the Purple Mist Qi Technique, custom-made specifically for Yao Honglei’s cultivation technique. Thus, she naturally wouldn’t face any bottlenecks or difficulties. It’s just a matter of practice making perfect, refining diligently, and improving continuously.

With this hands-on training and practice feeding, after a week of special training, Zeng Wu had basically mastered the practicing, movement technique, and sword path of the ’Blood Poppy Shaoshang Sword’, but since there is no Qi in this world, it’s unknown how powerful it is when executed. We still have to see how much Yao Honglei can comprehend after receiving this ’dream-based transmission’.

Incidentally, during this period, Duan Tie has also been taking care of the severely injured Cong Guanyi, showing camaraderie between fellow soldiers, although it seems likely the Divine Sect is giving them special treatment internally.

After a week of preparation, Cangtian Base was ready to perform a quantum link.

At the moment of stepping into the water, Chen Xuantian hesitated slightly, worried that after so many days of delay, if Tie Dan was already cooked over there, what would he do.

But he wasn’t one to be indecisive, believing that blessings aren’t disasters, disasters can’t be avoided, the cart will find the way when reaching the mountain, the ship will straighten when reaching the bridge, so biting the bullet, he went for it.

Thus, Chen Xuantian lay into the virtual cabin.

Thus, Chen Xuantian inhaled the LCL into his lungs.

Thus, Chen Xuantian closed his eyes.

Thus,

Chen Xuantian opened his eyes.

"Damn..."

Chen Xuantian blinked his eyes, sat up from the bed, turned his head to look at the military school dormitory, and then looked down at his own massive pectoral muscles.

It was the Primordial Spirit Illusion Realm, or rather, the deep subconscious...

Something went wrong, the link failed...

Chen Xuantian flipped off the bed, opened his laptop to watch cartoons.

Sure enough, Tie Dan’s last update point was thrown into a pot.

Tie Dan... couldn’t have already...

"Dong dong dong"

A knocking sound came from outside the door.

Chen Xuantian instantly grew alert, remembering the moment when he was once killed by a monster opening the door, so he concentrated his mind, gathering a Blood Blade in his left hand, turned sideways, and opened the door with his right hand...

Outside was a vast emptiness, like a deep fog, where nothing could be seen.

Chen Xuantian hesitated for a moment, hefted his blade, stepped out, looked around, still saw nothing...

"Chirp chirp chirp!"

Then Chen Xuantian looked down and saw a black chick hopping at his feet.

"..."

"Chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp!"

The black chick fluttered its wings, ran into the room, hopped onto the computer keyboard, and pecked out words like a little chick pecking rice.

’I am kun...’

"Alright, alright, with such proficient typing, I know you’re the Kun. If you keep doing this, someone will file a lawsuit."

Chen Xuantian quickly picked it up,

"What’s the situation now? How’s Tie Dan?"

The chick Kun flapped its wings, chirping, pointed at the void.

"You want me to find him... okay, let’s go..."

Chen Xuantian understood too, but the chick shook its head, jumped onto the keyboard, and pecked out words like a chick pecking rice again, pulling up Tie Dan’s memory to when he escaped from the Stone Dragon.

Thus, Chen Xuantian remembered, the situation at that time was similar, Tie Dan was also in danger, so he quickly overcame the threshold to help Tie Dan with the operation, escaping alive.

The chick kicked its foot, pointed at Chen Xuantian, then at the blood-colored figure, and finally at outside the door.

"...You want me to become like that, and then go out to find him?"

The chick nodded.

"But I don’t even remember how it was back then..."

Chen Xuantian suddenly froze, looked at the knife in his hand, and then at the chick.

The chick nodded.

Chen Xuantian sighed. Sometimes he really didn’t want to be too perceptive. Well, whatever, after all, it’s just a dream!

Thus, Chen Xuantian gritted his teeth, turned the knife horizontally, with a flash of blood, cut his own skin in front of the mirror.

Then he stood in front of the mirror, looking at the blood-red figure from head to toe, unable to recognize his face.

No self, no entity, no beings, no lifespan.

Then the chick jumped on his head, pointed at Chen Xuantian’s skin, then at the cabinet, indicating he should keep his skin properly without wrinkling it.

Chen Xuantian sighed, "Your focus is a bit strange..."

In any case, he put his own skin away, with the black chick on his head, left the dormitory, and walked into the void.

A human-shaped Blood Shadow with a chick on its head and knife in hand, stumbling forward in the mist.

Raging Gang Wind whistled past his ears, the wind howling, an unfathomable gaze followed from behind, sinister and greedy, as if in the hidden depths, countless fierce ghosts and beasts surrounded him covetingly.

However, when Chen Xuantian stopped and glanced sideways, those howls, those shrill cries, vanished in an instant, formless, colorless, and silent, leaving only an empty, boundless void, as if nothing existed, and nothing ever existed around.