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Given this situation, Lu Qingshan no longer concerned himself with the consumption of spiritual power and with a thought, unleashed his Sword Intent.

Hiss!

The sword light seemed to cleave the void itself, and in the midst of its sweeping changes, one could even faintly discern pitch-black cracks.

It was a visual illusion caused by the blistering brilliance of the sword light.

Whiz, whiz, whiz!

Each of his three life-bound swords displayed their divine skills, as Lu Qingshan executed both his external and internal sword techniques simultaneously.

In no more than four breaths' time, the ten green vines had been slashed until only four remained.

Subconsciously, Lu Qingshan glanced at his experience consumption.

Immediately, his lips twitched, revealing an expression of extreme pain.

From start to finish, he had used Oblivion for no more than ten breaths.

Yet, in just this brief period of less than ten breaths, he had already expended thirty thousand experience points.

Indeed, a voracious gold consumer.

Swoosh!

With another swing of his sword, Lu Qingshan cut down the last green vine in front of him and hurriedly sheathed Oblivion, stopping the experience points from dwindling like flowing water.

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The next moment, Lu Qingshan suddenly realized a problem.

——He had slashed dozens of green vines in succession.

Yet, he had not received a single point of experience for his efforts.

Hadn't he killed those green vines?

Impossible, he had watched with his own eyes as those vines were reduced to dust.

...Then there was only one possibility left.

Those green vines were just a part of some creature!

Just like a centipede has hundreds of legs, cutting off ten of them naturally wouldn't earn any experience.

They must be slain to gain experience points.

The vines, already so fearsome in their momentum, were merely a part of some existence?! What kind of terrifying entity could be the main body of these green vines?

A chill ran through Lu Qingshan's heart.

"Spiritual power has already been depleted by thirty percent," he assessed his condition.

His consumption of spiritual power was fast approaching his limit.

"If more green vines emerge, I cannot move forward any longer," he resolved silently.

According to his estimation, the most reasonable distribution of spiritual power for the journey and the return trip was sixty percent to forty percent.

Because if he didn't reserve more spiritual power for the return trip, an unexpected event could indeed leave him stranded in the Duke of Thunder's pond.

Only...

Lu Qingshan looked around him.

After dealing with the ten green vines, the vines that had been continually rising and impeding his path seemed to have stopped appearing altogether.

"Are they all dealt with?" Lu Qingshan was uncertain.

...

...

"So powerful, unexpectedly so strong. My ten green vines, according to the human race's cultivation system, are equivalent to ten Nascent Soul Late Stage cultivators... And yet, under this Sword Cultivator's hand, they didn't even last ten breaths? He is clearly only at the Nascent Soul Early Stage of cultivation..."

"How can such a weak-blooded member of the human race have such combat power?"

"It's unreasonable, simply unreasonable."

In the darkness, a gloomy mutter kept echoing.

"Unless... Unless his Dao foundation is the legendary Flawless Dao Foundation...," suddenly, the gloomy mutter seemed to think of something, "Only that possibility could explain his exaggerated combat power!"

By nature, the human race has a weak bloodline, born as an infant without the strength to truss a chicken.

In contrast, members of the Demon Clan are blessed with innate abilities and powerful bloodlines. The elites among them, such as the True Dragons, are born with the power to overturn seas and rivers.

The contrast is stark; it's the disparity in bloodlines.

Purely in terms of bloodlines, the human race should seem as a lowly existence before the Demon Clan, never to turn the tables.

However, the reality is that humans, with their weakest of bloodlines, have unexpectedly become the masters of this world, and the mighty among them even possess the power to destroy heavens and earth.

What do they rely on? It's their acquired cultivation.

The foundation of the human race's path of cultivation lies in their Dao foundation.

The more powerful the cultivation techniques cultivated, the more refined the spiritual power tempered, the more perfect the Dao foundation built, the broader the cultivator's prospects, and correspondingly, the stronger their combat power.

The top-notch Dao foundation is known as the Flawless Dao Foundation, implying it has no imperfections.

A cultivator who can cultivate such a foundation is difficult to match at the same level.

The human race's acquired Dao foundation corresponds precisely to the innate bloodline of the Demon Clan.

Human will prevails over fate.

This is the human race.

"Although the bloodline is weak, the human race's Flawless Dao Foundation is even more precious and rarer than those powerful Great Demon Bloodlines, and in terms of growth potential and prospects, even stronger..." the voice in the darkness paused for a while, gradually becoming an uncontrollable frenzy, "This is my last chance, I want the best, it must be him, it has to be him, a better choice than the Great Demon Bloodline..."

"Quickly retract your moves, lest you scare him away."

The owner of the voice had made up his mind, and with a thought, nearly a hundred green vines that had been lurking underground, ready to strike, silently withdrew.