Xianxia :I live for ever in Cultivation World

Although He Song's cultivation was one level higher than his own, Mi Cang, who believed himself to have exceptional opportunities, considered himself far stronger than the average wandering cultivator.

But even so, in front of He Song, he still had no chance to fight back.

With just a single strike, He Song had caused the spiritual energy within his body to tremble uncontrollably.

Was this person really just a wandering cultivator?

As this thought flashed through his mind, Mi Cang hurriedly tried to calm his trembling spiritual energy while feigning ignorance and begging for mercy.

"May I ask which esteemed senior is here? This lowly one, Mi Cang, steward of Flame Light Immortal Market, has accidentally entered this place.

I humbly ask for your kindness to let me leave.

I will be eternally grateful."

Little did he know.

The sword technique He Song had used was the secret Mountain-Suppressing Sword Art from the Earth Sect.

The term "Mountain-Suppressing" came from the imagery of a colossal mountain pressing down.

Like a massive mountain crashing down, causing the enemy's spiritual energy to tremble was merely one manifestation of the overwhelming power of the Mountain-Suppressing Sword Art.

Who were the people Mi Cang had faced before?

Mostly wandering cultivators or at best, cultivators from immortal markets.

How could they possess the secret sword techniques like the Earth Scripture that He Song wielded?

Such secret techniques were the greatest difference between sect disciples and wandering cultivators or immortal market cultivators.

The tales He Song had heard in the Earth Sect's library about sword techniques capable of slaying opponents of the same level within a few moves were not false.

On the other side.

Hearing Mi Cang's voice, He Song didn't hesitate for a moment.

He manipulated the Crimson Gold Sword and launched another attack toward Mi Cang.

Accidentally entered this place?

If it weren't for their earlier transaction and recognizing Mi Cang's voice, He Song might have believed his lies.

But now, it was clear that Mi Cang had already lost the will to resist.

If not now, then when?

Under He Song's control, the Crimson Gold Sword slashed toward Mi Cang again.

Simultaneously, the attacks from the Five Elements Formation converged on Mi Cang.

Seeing that He Song showed no intention of stopping his assault, a flicker of despair appeared in Mi Cang's eyes.

Several talismans appeared between his fingers, which he quickly cast out.

He also manipulated his magical sword to meet the incoming Crimson Gold Sword, hoping to stop the onslaught.

At the same time, he shouted loudly.

"Fellow Daoist Lin, I admit my mistake, I admit it!"

"I beg you to spare my life.

I have an important opportunity I wish to share with you."

"If you spare me, I can give you all the benefits I've gained from my previous opportunities as a token of sincerity.

Moreover, there's the Foundation Establishment..."

However, as he continued speaking, He Song's Crimson Gold Sword and the Five Elements Formation's attacks didn't pause for a moment.

In an instant, Mi Cang was overwhelmed by a barrage of attacks, engulfed in smoke and dust.

His subsequent words abruptly ceased.

Seeing this, He Song didn't hold back at all.

He manipulated the Crimson Gold Sword to slash several more times into the smoke before stopping, waiting for the dust to settle.

Soon.

The dust in the formation cleared.

A small crater appeared in front of He Song.

Outside the crater, numerous sword marks left by the Crimson Gold Sword created terrifying fissures around it.

Inside the crater.

He Song looked up and immediately spotted Mi Cang's figure.

At this moment, Mi Cang's face was as pale as paper.

His black robe was torn and tattered, and a massive sword wound stretched from his right shoulder to his left waist.

Blood gushed out like a fountain, forming a small pool of blood at the bottom of the crater.

Seeing this scene.

The caution in He Song's eyes did not dissipate.

From a distance, He Song manipulated the Crimson Gold Sword to slash at Mi Cang's neck.

Qi Condensation stage cultivators had powerful vitality.

To confirm death.

One must first remove the head.

Naturally cautious, He Song wouldn't forget this crucial step.

And at this moment.

Mi Cang, who had seemingly died, suddenly leaped out of the crater with a fish-like flip, his magical sword fiercely slashing toward He Song.

"Brat! If you insist on exterminating me, today it's either you or me!"

Realizing that his feigned death hadn't fooled He Song, Mi Cang grew furious and abandoned his plan to fake death and ambush.

He Song was already manipulating his magical sword to decapitate him.

If he didn't resist now, he would lose his chance forever.

With no other choice, Mi Cang poured all his strength into a desperate counterattack.

If successful, he would live.

If blocked by He Song, his fate was obvious.

Thus, under such dire circumstances, Mi Cang gave it his all, hoping to turn the tide.

However.

Seeing this, He Song remained unsurprised.

While using the Earth Shield to block Mi Cang's attack, he casually swung the Crimson Gold Sword.

A streak of crimson-gold light flashed.

In the blink of an eye, Mi Cang's head was severed.

A geyser of blood erupted, and the headless corpse collapsed.

The round head rolled several times on the ground before finally stopping, its disbelieving eyes staring at the headless body.

Until death.

Mi Cang was puzzled by why He Song was so strong.

The scene where a single sword strike had knocked away the Wood Spirit Shield and caused his spiritual energy to tremble uncontrollably kept replaying in his mind.

Recalling He Song's introduction during their first meeting, Mi Cang felt insulted.

A mere wandering cultivator?

Do wandering cultivators casually set up formations?

Do they casually shatter mid-grade magical shields with a single sword strike?

Do they casually produce eleven thousand catties of spirit rice?

At this moment, Mi Cang suddenly remembered something, and a look of horror appeared in his eyes.

But.

It was too late.

His head had already been severed.

Carrying this look of horror, he watched as He Song casually threw a massive fireball, enveloping both his head and body.

As time passed.

Mi Cang's body and head were completely reduced to ashes.

Meanwhile, He Song, watching the roaring flames, wore a strange expression.

In his past life during the information explosion era, he had seen countless scenes of people pretending to be dead and then launching desperate counterattacks.

If he fell for this, it wouldn't be him.

One could only say.

The cultivators of this world...

No, He Song didn't know about other cultivators.

But this Mi Cang in front of him clearly lacked experience.

After reminding himself to be even more cautious in the future, He Song saw that Mi Cang's corpse was almost completely burned and casually summoned Mi Cang's storage pouch into his hand.

With a shake.

A large pile of items spilled out onto the ground in front of He Song.

Glancing over them, He Song's attention was immediately drawn.

Spirit stones, more than fifteen hundred.

Two magical artifacts, one offensive and one defensive, both previously used by Mi Cang.

No talismans, probably all used up earlier.

Besides these, there were some miscellaneous items.

He Song's gaze focused on these miscellaneous items.

Among them, several jade slips caught He Song's attention.

"Jade slips? How does a mere immortal market cultivator have jade slips?"

Picking up the several jade slips, He Song's eyes flashed with surprise.

However, recalling Mi Cang's mention of an opportunity during his plea for mercy, He Song's interest in the jade slips grew.

At that time, after He Song's single sword strike shattered Mi Cang's Wood Spirit Shield, Mi Cang, in his panic, begged for mercy.

"I beg you to spare my life.

I have an important opportunity I wish to share with you."

"If you spare me, I can give you all the benefits I've gained from my previous opportunities as a token of sincerity.

Moreover, there's the Foundation Establishment..."

He Song initially thought Mi Cang was trying to buy time and didn't pay much attention.

Without hesitation, he struck with his sword.

But he didn't expect.

After killing Mi Cang, several jade slips were found in his storage pouch.

Jade slips were something only Foundation Establishment True Persons could create.

Possessing these jade slips indicated that Mi Cang's mentioned opportunity might indeed be real.

However, He Song soon frowned.

He had thought Mi Cang was making things up and hadn't paid attention to the latter part of Mi Cang's statement about Foundation Establishment.

Foundation Establishment what?

Frowning, He Song glanced at the several jade slips in his hand and then scanned through all of Mi Cang's belongings again.

Ultimately, He Song still didn't know what Mi Cang meant after saying Foundation Establishment.

But soon, He Song's furrowed brows relaxed.

Who cares what comes after Foundation Establishment.

With these jade slips in hand, his gains from this encounter were immense.

The jade slips that Mi Cang carried with him likely contained the most important information.

Weighing the several jade slips in his hand, He Song, after a brief contemplation, placed one against his forehead.

Jade slips generally couldn't be tampered with.

With Mi Cang's seventh-layer Qi Condensation cultivation, he couldn't have done anything to them.

Thus, feeling safe, He Song became curious about the contents of the jade slips.

Placing the jade slip against his forehead.

A profound and mysterious technique immediately emerged in He Song's mind.

"Dantian Settling Technique."

"When breaking through to Foundation Establishment, using this technique can gather all the spiritual energy hidden in the limbs and bones into the dantian, increasing the success rate of Foundation Establishment."

"Circulate through the meridians, maintain unity, settle the energy in the dantian, and Foundation Establishment is within reach."

Rapidly processing the details of the Dantian Settling Technique, He Song fully imprinted it into his memory.

After a long moment of stunned silence, He Song finally removed the jade slip from his forehead.

Placing the jade slip in front of him, He Song's expression turned solemn.

Dantian Settling Technique.

Increase the success rate of Foundation Establishment?

How could such a secret technique appear on Mi Cang?

He Song had never heard of such a technique in the Earth Sect.

The Earth Sect, a Golden Core major sect.

Ten thousand years ago, even Nascent Soul ancestors had appeared.

Yet, as an outer disciple of the Earth Sect, he had never known of such a technique.

(End of Chapter)