Mo Tian Sheng’s gaze fixed on the heroic young man, a dignified giant of divine power, yet his steps seemed somewhat unsteady, as if walking on cotton, wobbling as he passed through the front courtyard.
The closer he got, the more violently the void and illusory sensation hidden at his brow throbbed, resonating like a dragon’s chant.
Mo Tian Sheng felt the Sword Sect’s divine weapon, as thin as ice yet nearly transparent.
The familiar sense of unease was just like meeting an old friend after a long journey.
The gaze of the Dragon Sword looking at Bai Qi became increasingly gentle.
He had joined the Sword Sect at a young age, sent to the mountain gate as a child.
However, due to mediocre talent, he was only selected for the outer sect to perform miscellaneous tasks.
He remembered clearly that his father opened a martial arts hall in the city to curry favor and recruit disciples. He sold off their farmland for silver taels, humbly ingratiating himself, barely establishing some connections.
At nine years old, he was brought to the Miscellaneous Affairs Courtyard, starting to chop wood, carry water, and practice stances and boxing. It wasn’t until twelve or thirteen that he began to grasp qi and blood, just stepping onto the meridian stage.
At fifteen, he first held a sword, mastering the most basic seven sword moves after half a year of diligent practice.
By that time, Kou Qiuyue had already become the youngest true disciple in the history of the Meridian Sword Sect.
As soon as he entered the mountain gate, he caused the three divine weapons enshrined in the Ancestor Hall to tremble simultaneously, with sword qi soaring to the sky, startling the sect leader to emerge personally!
At that time, not yet of age, with youthful features still visible, Kou Qiuyue was like a blazing sun hanging high in the sky, dazzling brilliantly.
Wearing a hemp robe for miscellaneous tasks, Mo Tian Sheng stood among the crowd, like a speck of dust beneath a towering mountain.
"Who... who are you, uncle?"
Bai Qi was startled, as despite his mind being attuned with three senses, someone had managed to approach him unnoticed.
If not for catching a glimpse of Chunyu Cultivator from the corner of his eye, he might have raised his fist in a showy attack, shouting "Master, save me."
"So alike! Too alike!"
Mo Tian Sheng wanted to reach out to touch, as if thinking he was dreaming, the surroundings seemed unreal.
But quickly retracted his hand, circling around to carefully observe Bai Qi.
The grandiose divine intent of the Martial Arts Saint unfolded quietly, neither showing nor hiding.
Like a thin curtain, it covered the sky and earth.
Then, strands of candlelight illuminated all directions, perceiving the subtle, brushed over Bai Qi like a gentle breeze.
"Hiss!"
Master Bai Qi seemed to soak in cool water in the midst of summer, with refreshing qi exuding from every pore.
The divine seed [Sword Monarch’s Twelve Grievances] as reflected and gathered by the ink talisman.
Shining like stars, brilliant and sparkling.
The usual slow progress suddenly experienced a rare surge.
[The sword intent of the giant of divine power enters your body, assisting your cultivation...]
[The Furnace of Hundred Aspects is stirred, beginning to devour...]
[Deduction...]
[Red Dragon Devouring Sword Painting...]
Countless lights and shadows emerged in Bai Qi’s eyes, like the scene of life and extinction.
Within his physical shell, the great dragon of the spine, governing muscles, flesh, and membranes, penetrated section by section, seemingly rising from rivers and flying to the heavens.
The magnificent, unparalleled hot qi and blood coursed through his entire body in an instant.
Through repeated movements and exertion, like a red dragon coiling tightly around the pillar of heaven.
A divine, sharp blade was clenched in its mouth!
"The first ’form’ forged and refined by the Furnace of Hundred Aspects is completed just like that?"
Bai Qi was somewhat surprised, as he initially planned to ask Xu Zirong to search for more thought-provoking, enlightening martial arts.
To choose a few from them as fuels for cultivating the [Ten Dragons and Ten Elephants Prison-Suppression Skill].
"This uncle has an extraordinary background!"
Bai Qi originally intended to call him "Sir," after all, his hair and beard were white, appearing older than his Master.
Through the divine seed [Sword Monarch’s Twelve Grievances], he vividly traced the "Red Dragon Devouring Sword Painting" that emerged on it.
Using the great dragon bone of the physical shell as paper, the incredibly thick qi and blood as ink, and the sword intent from an unknown source as the wolf brush, he painted recklessly!
In just a short moment, a fundamental true skill was complete!
"The essence and true meaning of this sword are too abundant, my great dragon bone and qi and blood seem like just add-ons."
Bai Qi carefully examined, seeing within the unfolding scroll, the dragon’s head transforming into a sword guard, dragon claws crossing into a sword’s hilt, the dragon’s body concentrating straight into a sword spine, and the dragon’s tail gathering like a tempered sword edge!
"A master’s handiwork, truly a master’s handiwork!"
Then he continued to comprehend!
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At the same time, the astonishment and shock in Mo Tian Sheng’s eyes grew more intense.
"Does it have to resemble so much?"
The Dragon Sword was stunned, as he genuinely activated his divine intent to envelop Bai Qi, intending to assess his aptitude.
The reason for being so meticulous was naturally to remain unnoticed.
The more of a prodigy one is, the more weighty their natural endowment in Dao.
Easily stirring up winds and clouds, attracting unusual phenomena.
Yihai County City, a place where registered Daoist Officials are stationed, is full of prying eyes.
The Meridian Sword Sect exerts pressure on the Celestial Water Prefecture, the registered Daoist Officials harbor some fear, yet no reverence.
Both openly and in secret, they still lean more toward Zhao Pijiang.
"This is no longer ’resemblance,’ could Senior Brother Kou really have reincarnated?"
Mo Tian Sheng began to doubt, as the strand of divine intent containing sword dao that he released upon Bai Qi’s physical body vanished without a trace like a clay ox entering the sea.
How could a Third-Training Martial Artist in the Physical Body Secret Realm swallow the condensed divine intent of a giant, a Martial Arts Saint?
"Senior Brother Mo, what’s the result?"
Chunyu Cultivator rubbed his hands, quickly drawing closer, having a complex feeling akin to awaiting a midwife to announce the gender of a newborn child.
He believed this young seedling certainly met the standard for a Daoist.
However, Senior Brother Mo’s judgment was more accurate.
Moreover, whether it was advancing to a true disciple or being promoted as a Daoist.
It required the nod of approval from the head of the Dragon Sword.
"...It’s hard to say."
Mo Tian Sheng hesitated.
"Is it good or bad, just a word either way, how can it stump you, senior brother?"