This Sword Cultivator is Somewhat Dependable

Lu Qingshan nodded and extended his right hand, where atop the tips of his fingers, a mysterious and indescribable force of Heaven and Earth emerged. Gradually condensing, it actually formed a strand of blood-red sharpness visible to the naked eye!

Within this strand of sharpness was contained the profound mystery of the Heavenly Dao, and it was the most essential kind of thing.

This existence that touched upon the force of Heaven and Earth was known as Intent.

The Intent of Sword Cultivators is hence called Sword Intent.

And the Sword Intent that Lu Qingshan mastered, born from slaughter, was naturally known as Slaughter Sword Intent.

With another thought from Lu Qingshan, a stream of Sword Qi appeared in his hand, and the strand of blood-red Slaughter Sword Intent merged resolutely into the Sword Qi, becoming one with it, indistinguishable from each other.

Boom!

Lu Qingshan released this stream of Sword Qi, which, like a fish in water amidst the energy of slaughter, produced the sound of a sonic boom that only a Flying Sword breaking the sound barrier could make. It flew extremely far before finally hitting the stone wall of the palace, blasting a hole into it.

These palaces, made of extremely hard minerals, had not suffered much damage even in the fierce battles before, but now just a stream of Sword Qi infused with Slaughter Sword Intent possessed such power.

This was the strength of Intent.

Intent is an extremely mysterious feeling, difficult to describe in words, and there is no fixed or clear method to practice and master it.

If you understand it, then you understand it; if you don't, there's no clue at all. To put it specifically, it's a certain affinity and understanding of the essence of a kind of force between Heaven and Earth.

At the same time, there are also strong and weak levels of Intent.

And Slaughter Sword Intent, even among the many types of Intent, is considered one of the very strong ones.

Because although it lacks many wondrous aspects, it has an extremely potent expression in offensive combat.

This is also among the Intents that Sword Cultivators can discern, the strongest type of Sword Intent.

Sword Cultivators attain enlightenment through killing and combat, and almost without exception, every famous high-rank Sword Cultivator who has achieved great cultivation has comprehended Slaughter Sword Intent, and it was the same for Lu Qingshan in his previous life.

And as such an extreme and powerful type of Sword Intent, a Cultivator at the Foundation Establishment Stage who could comprehend such Sword Intent was exceedingly rare beyond imagination.

At this moment, Lu Qingshan's heart was filled with boundless joy. Breaking through his own mental state and realizing that feeling of the force within the Heavenly Dao was incredibly wonderful.

Tiny words like fireflies appeared on the panel.

"Intent comprehended!....."

[Slaughter Sword Intent] (Faint): The ultimate offensive Intent, capable of enhancing powerful lethality.

"Abilities enhanced!....Your Divine Soul has been strengthened (Divine Sense +50)."

.......

Dantai Qingrun was rushing through the Demon Spirit Tomb at high speed.

"Lu Qingshan..." she thought in desperation.

After consuming the Soul Condensing Pills, in just a few hours, she was able to expel all the evil energy from her Divine Soul.

She didn't dare delay for a moment, and even after fighting two battles in a row without restoring herself to normal condition, she hastily entered the Demon Spirit Tomb.

"You must stay alive," Dantai Qingrun whispered in her heart.

Suddenly, more than ten battered Demon Beasts appeared in front of her, running as if for their lives, with an appearance of terror.

Dantai Qingrun's expression turned cold, and the Spirit Concealment Sword shot out at high speed, accompanied by the sound of a sonic boom, like skewering candied haw on a stick, seven or eight Demon Beasts were pierced through the heart by Dantai Qingrun's controlled Flying Sword, dying beyond any doubt.

The remaining Demon Beasts, having barely escaped the wolf's lair only to enter a tiger's den, could not help but tremble in fear.

"What's going on?" After the killing that served as a warning to others, Dantai Qingrun began to interrogate these Demon Beasts about the specifics of their situation.

.....

In the Cold Pond.

As the murderous aura began to gather, the speed of the Demon Spirit's inheritance was already nearing its end.

On the body of the King of Western Rats, an extremely peculiar shadow emerged, and as the Demon Script and murderous aura continued to pour into its sea of consciousness, the shadow was growing at an alarming rate.

Gradually, the vague shadow that enveloped the King of Western Rats took on a distinct form.

It was a Soul Shadow of a White Tiger, pure as snow and devoid of any stray hairs, majestic to the extreme.

Cry!

With a light cry from the White Tiger Soul Shadow, thunder roared across the lands, and the winds arose with its cry.

The body of the King of Western Rats flickered with profound Taoist patterns, which floated up into the air, suspending there and merging to form a Star Map.

The White Tiger Soul Shadow leapt into the Star Map, disappearing without a trace as its shape was concealed.

Above the Star Map, countless more intricate patterns then appeared.

This Star Map spun and shrank, and eventually, it softly fell, branding itself between the brows, right above the forehead of the King of Western Rats.

One could barely make out that the final shape of the Star Map resembled the character for "King."

The next moment, the King of Western Rats slowly opened its eyes.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

"My goodness! What in the world is this?" Two beams of Blood Light shot out from its rodent eyes, striking the surface of the Cold Pond, sending water spraying wildly into the air, and, caught off-guard, even startling the King of Western Rats itself.

Awaiting a moment to gather its thoughts and process the information surging into its memory, the King of Western Rats' expression gradually turned wild and unrestrainedly ecstatic, "Has the Rat Lord finally obtained a means of attack?!"

"The road is long, curb your arrogance, no telling who will shine in the end!" The King of Western Rats couldn't contain its joy, swaying on the spot, the tuft of red hair on its head fluttering incessantly, "Rat Lord is about to turn over a new leaf and embark on a glorious Demon life!"

Having vented its ecstasy, the King of Western Rats finally remembered something, swept its gaze around, and, seeing no one, it mused puzzledly, "Where have they gone? Could it be that Lu Qingshan, that heartless guy, just abandoned the Rat Lord like that?"

At that moment, an inexplicable yet familiar ripple suddenly arrived, sensed by it.

"What's this?" Without hesitation, the King of Western Rats transformed into a black shadow and dashed towards the source of the ripple, ready to find out what was happening.

"Sssss" The King of Western Rats took a sharp breath, stunned.

The ground was littered with Demon Beast corpses, their heads piled up like mountains, and Lu Qingshan, covered in blood, came entirely into its view.

The moment it saw all this, it understood everything; during its inheritance, Lu Qingshan had done something for it.

The body of the King of Western Rats trembled slightly, its eyes shining with moisture as it gazed longingly at Lu Qingshan, "Lu Qingshan, I knew it... Even though you usually ignore me, it's just that you're bad at expressing yourself, but in your heart, I am always the most important."

"I've lived a long life, but only you, have truly held me in your heart," the King of Western Rats felt its heart melting.

"Shut up." Lu Qingshan felt a chill in his heart and couldn't bear it any longer, he commanded softly.

The King of Western Rats covered its mouth, feeling wronged, and looked at Lu Qingshan, puzzled.

Lu Qingshan glanced at the King of Western Rats, whose aura had greatly changed, knowing that it must have gained a lot of benefits this time.

Suppressing the urge to reprimand the King of Western Rats, Lu Qingshan asked, "Have you checked the Yin Tomb for details? If the Gengjin Tiger King left his inheritance there, then the treasures he left should also be in the Yin Tomb, just like the inheritance."

"Squeak! Squeak! Squeak!" Upon hearing this, the eyes of the King of Western Rats lit up, and it furiously shook its head.

"You can speak now," Lu Qingshan said helplessly.

"I got distracted looking for you, I haven't checked it out yet!" The King of Western Rats said excitedly, "Is it true? Did the Gengjin Tiger King really leave treasures for me?"

Lu Qingshan nodded, "If there truly are treasures, there is a very good chance they are in the Yin Tomb."