This Sword Cultivator is Somewhat Dependable

Lu Qingshan's hand holding the sword was trembling continuously, drenched in cold sweat.

His entire meridians were transmitting a burning sensation and the pain was unbearable; the spiritual power within his dantian was nearly exhausted.

The Dragon Sparrow Sword was still resonating with a humming sound.

Heaven Suppressing had three swords, but he had only unleashed one slash, which had consumed ninety-nine percent of his spiritual power, and his physical body was on the brink of collapse.

This was the burden one had to bear when executing Heaven Suppressing.

He was gasping slightly.

The dust settled, the flames dissipated, and everything returned to calm.

Rustle rustle.

In the midst of the calm, an unusual noise came from above, prompting Lu Qingshan to raise his head.

On the branches of the peach tree that seemed to blot out the sky, the buds that had been hidden and unopened suddenly began to grow vigorously.

Suddenly, as if a night of spring breeze had passed.

The buds grew rapidly and blossomed.

In just an instant, the tree was full of vibrant pink peach blossoms, as if one were in a sea of flowers, surrounded by their fragrance.

Only the person within that peach tree could never return.

Mimi stumbled to the base of the peach tree, tears continuously falling from its eyes.

It curled up into a ball, its body trembling in the cold, muttering in a dazed state, "I was wrong, I was wrong, I was wrong... please come back, I'll never run off again...."

Mimi cried like a child, loudly sobbing.

The price it had to pay for its prank of sneaking out this time was too heavy for it to bear.

The guilt and self-reproach in its heart were unbearable, and it felt a pain worse than death. Your next chapter awaits on My Virtual Library Empire

Yaoyao's eyes were also red, with tears swirling in them, but it was enduring the pain, stubbornly holding back its tears.

Yaoyao walked beside Mimi and gently touched Mimi's antlers with its own, comforting Mimi, as if it could slightly alleviate the pain in Mimi's heart.

King West Mouse and Big Silly, watching this scene, also felt a stifling sadness in their hearts, falling into a silent gloom.

Gulu gulu—

A round storage ring, gleaming with metallic luster, rolled all the way to King West Mouse's feet.

It was the Golden Snake Granny's storage ring, which had flown out as her physical body was torn apart.

King West Mouse conscientiously picked it up and instinctively checked the items inside.

Beyond the dazzling array of spirit materials and poisons, there were numerous jade slips.

King West Mouse casually flipped through them, when suddenly, as if discovering something, its body trembled.

Cradling an ancient jade slip in its paws, its expression was indescribable, and its voice trembled, "Lu Qingshan, look at this..."

Seeing King West Mouse's expression, Lu Qingshan was taken aback and took the jade slip, sending his divine sense into it.

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Yinkui, the thirtieth year, early spring, on the seventh day after the new moon, this is my fifth year as a wizard, and today I have finally broken through to the second layer of Qi Refinement.

The village chief says my Spirit Root is very ordinary, and my cultivation aptitude is average.

In this lifetime, to be able to cultivate to the tenth layer of Qi Refinement like him is already quite remarkable.

I feel somewhat discouraged. Does it mean that no matter how hard I try, if my Spirit Root aptitude is poor, it would be of no use?

Yinkui, the thirtieth year, early spring, on the fifteenth day, I thought about this problem for a long time, and finally, I understood.

An ordinary Spirit Root means that hard work might not change anything, but without effort, nothing will definitely change.

From today on, I must diligently practice cultivation and become the most powerful wizard in the history of the village.

...Perhaps even the most powerful wizard in the history of the Spirit Snake tribe!

Yinkui, the thirtieth year, early spring, on the twelfth day, I approached the village chief and asked him if there was any Cultivation Technique that doesn't rely on the Spirit Root and could allow a cultivator to rapidly improve their cultivation.

The village chief said there was none, but his behavior was off, evasive and cagey.

I know for certain that there must be such a Cultivation Technique!

I must get this technique from the village chief.

In the thirtieth year of Yinkui, at the start of spring, on the third day, I asked the village elder for that Cultivation Technique, to no avail.

In the thirtieth year of Yinkui, at the start of spring, on the fourth day, I requested the Cultivation Technique, to no avail.

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In the thirtieth year of Yinkui, at the start of spring, on the ninth day, I requested the Cultivation Technique, to no avail.

In the thirtieth year of Yinkui, at the start of spring, on the tenth day, I requested the Cultivation Technique, to no avail.

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In the thirtieth year of Yinkui, in mid-spring, on the second day, perhaps this Cultivation Technique truly does not exist? The village elder has been so good to me, not at all stingy with resources. If there really were such a technique, why wouldn't he give it to me?

Forget it, I'll go find the village elder one last time. If it still yields no results, I'll look for another way.

In the thirtieth year of Yinkui, in mid-spring, on the third day, that Cultivation Technique indeed existed.

Yesterday, the village elder finally gave me the technique.

He also said that this Cultivation Technique, known as the "Disastrous Poison Scripture," is spread across all the major villages of the five regions, but is rarely practiced by anyone.

Because, the "Disastrous Poison Scripture" doesn't require arduous practice; one only needs to ingest deadly poison, which then gets refined into Spiritual Power, quickly enhancing one's strength. Consequently, the natural quality of one's Spirit Root is no longer important.

However, practicing this Cultivation Technique causes toxins to accumulate within the body, which will then erupt instantaneously upon reaching a certain threshold.

According to the village elder, most Cultivators who practice this Scripture seldom live past ten years. He advised me not to act rashly and to carefully weigh the pros and cons.

I am hesitant, I need to think this through.

In the thirtieth year of Yinkui, in mid-spring, on the sixth day, today my father passed away.

My father was only thirty-seven years old, but due to the accumulation of toxins from the Poisonous Spirit Flower, his physical body deteriorated, and his lifespan prematurely diminished.

Each villager in my hometown is like my father; few live past the age of forty. The village elder said that beyond the Three Thousand Great Mountains, there is an even larger world.

There, the Human Race does not need to consume water soaked with Poisonous Spirit Flower to survive, thus people from the outside world generally live beyond sixty years of age.

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I have made up my mind, instead of suffering for another twenty or thirty years, only to die in agony and poison, I'd rather risk it all in ten years!

In the thirtieth year of Yinkui, in mid-spring, on the eighth day, I began studying the arts of Poison and Body Cultivation.

Only with a sufficiently strong Physical Body can I withstand more toxins, and only by delving deep into the art of poison can I refine deadly poisons to consume, and... find a way to expel the accumulated toxins from practicing the "Disastrous Poison Scripture."

In the thirtieth year of Yinkui, in late spring, on the fifth day of the full moon, I officially began practicing the "Disastrous Poison Scripture," taking the first poison: peacock gall.

Peacock gall, also known as Mylabris, rots flesh upon contact, indicating its toxicity.

Extremely painful, excruciatingly agonizing—after consuming the peacock gall, I felt as if I were being burned and slashed from the inside, and countless red blisters formed all over my body. I started to regret my decision.

But after refining these deadly toxins, I remarkably broke through to the third level of Qi Refinement.

It was all worth it!

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In the thirtieth year of Yinkui, in late autumn, on the seventh day of the full moon, …I broke through to the fourth level of Qi Refinement…

In the thirtieth year of Yinkui, in late autumn, on the third day, …I broke through to the fifth level of Qi Refinement…

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In the thirtieth year of Yinkui, in the winter month, on the third day, after practicing the "Disastrous Poison Scripture," in just eight months, I continuously overcame five barriers and advanced to the sixth level of Qi Refinement.

The village elder warned me that even those few Cultivators who had tried practicing the "Disastrous Poison Scripture" in the past would space out the ingestion of poison by at least two to three months. Few were like me, consuming deadly poison incessantly as if on a death wish.

At this rate, it wouldn't be ten years, not even three years before I couldn't hold on any longer.

In fact, I had already noticed that now, every midnight, my abdomen would be wracked with pains as if cut by knives. I must quickly find a way to rid my body of the accumulated toxins.

In the thirty-first year of Yinkui, at the start of spring, on the day of the full moon, through refining Spirit Pills, I could indeed expel some of the toxins, but I also had to stop practicing the "Disastrous Poison Scripture," causing my Cultivation progress to long be stuck at a bottleneck.

Tomorrow I'll leave the village and look for suitable Spiritual Medicines in the mountains to refine a more potent Spirit Pill.

In the thirty-first year of Yinkui, at the start of spring, on the seventh day of the full moon, I still can't believe what happened today.

Today I went into the mountains searching for Spiritual Medicine to refine into Alchemy, but the toxins accumulated inside my body unexpectedly erupted violently.

The price of practicing the "Disastrous Poison Scripture" seems to have arrived; the intense pain from my Dantian caused me to faint on the spot. Before losing the last shred of consciousness, I even felt I might not wake up again.

But I did wake up eventually. When I awoke, a silver-white Demon Deer stood beside me.

Her golden antlers shone brightly; a rich vitality surged from her antlers toward me. The long-standing, indispellable toxins in my body dissolved under this vitality, even the poison from the Poisonous Spirit Flower vanished!

The Demon Deer gave me one last look before swiftly turning and disappearing into the woods, never to be found again.