Chapter 77: The Way of the Sword

  Time flies in the mountains, and three months have passed in the blink of an eye when Xiao Fan was focused on his cultivation.

  On this day, Xiao Fan was sitting cross-legged in the lava, cultivating, with his entire body immersed in the bubbling magma, and on his head were three strands of Primordial Chaos Energy and three strands of Sword Qi roaming about, absorbing and refining the Heaven and Earth's Primordial Energy.

  Xiao Fan's body was not wearing a single thread, letting the earth's fire flames burn his body, his entire body was burned to a deep red, like a branding iron, but Xiao Fan's expression was calm and collected, as if it wasn't his physical body that was being burned by the earth's fire.

  "Come on, little monk."

  Just then, a faint voice entered Xiao Fan's ears. He opened his eyes and looked up at the volcano mouth, "Master is looking for me."

  A low voice, Xiao Fan stood up from the molten lava, his toes pointing upwards, and he shot out of the volcanic crater in an instant, arriving outside.

  Xiao Fan's figure flashed in the air, and a set of clothes was instantly taken out from the Qian Kun ring and put on his body. At this moment, Xiao Fan was somewhat unrecognizable. His hair had been burned off when he first entered the Earth Fire to cultivate, and the new growth was only an inch long. If someone didn't know better, they would have thought he was a monk.

  When Xiao Fan fell to the ground, he saw his master standing on one side, smiling at him with a hint of a smile at the corner of his mouth.

  "Haha, three months of cultivation and the Earth's Core Fire is no longer effective on you, let's head back, Master has some tasks to assign to you." Lei Yun smiled as he looked at Xiao Fan.

  Xiao Fan smiled and followed Lei Yun's back, leaving this peak.

  In the blink of an eye, the two returned to the main peak, Leiyun waved his hand and took out two jars of wine, one for each person, and they drank together.

  "As a master, I will be leaving Sanjue Gate for a while, and from now on, everything depends on you." Laiyun said to Xiao Fan as the wine reached its peak.

  "Master, where are you going?" Xiao Fan was puzzled, Lei Yun's tone clearly indicated that he was going to be away for a long time, but with his abilities, he could travel thousands of miles in the blink of an eye, so what place could possibly hold back Lei Yun's footsteps?

  "Hehe, it's been a long time since I've been active, going out for a walk, just not sure when I'll be back, next, Master will pass on the legacy to you, you need to understand it well yourself." said Lei Yun Dao.

  "Yes, Disciple will definitely not disappoint Master's expectations." Xiao Fan nodded.

  "Sit cross-legged and I'll enlighten you, passing on all the knowledge to you." Lei Yun said coldly.

  Xiao Fan didn't dare to be slow for a moment, threw away the wine jug, and quickly sat down cross-legged, concentrating his mind.

  Only to see the god of thunder with a solemn expression, his right hand suspended above Xiao Fan's head, suddenly, five-colored light was emitted from his palm, enveloping Xiao Fan, and a stream of information directly entered Xiao Fan's mind.

  Xiao Fan only felt his head throbbing with pain, the information Lei Yun transmitted to him was actually more than all of San Jue's legacy combined, such a massive amount of information, even with Xiao Fan's greatly enhanced spiritual power, still made his head ache.

  This inheritance took a whole day and night to complete, and in the end, Xiao Fan was overwhelmed by the massive amount of information and fainted. When he woke up the next day, Lei Yun's figure had already disappeared.

  Looking around at the emptiness, Xiao Fan let out a soft sigh, he knew that his master Lei Yun had left and would be gone for a long time.

  On this day, Xiao Fan sat alone on the mountain top, with a slightly melancholic zither sound constantly circling around the mountain peaks.

  It wasn't until a whole day had passed that the rustling sounds finally stopped, and during this time, Xiao Fan also finished digesting the information in his mind.

  When he digested all the heritage in his mind, Xiao Fan was suddenly shocked and lost his color. He didn't expect that Lei Yun's scope of study would be so broad, and that his own heritage would actually include information on alchemy, pill concoction, array methods, swordsmanship, and talismans.

  "The Master's teachings encompass almost everything a cultivator would know, especially the refining of artifacts, alchemy, and formation techniques. If I were to learn all of it, I'm afraid it would take dozens of years or even longer." Xiao Fan let out a breath, his face filled with shock.

  "There's a specialized field of study, what I need to do now is to improve my strength and can't let other sects waste my time. Since that's the case, for now, I'll temporarily put aside alchemy and pill concoction, and choose only one of swordsmanship or talisman studies to cultivate."

  Xiao Fan deeply understood that his experience was limited and he couldn't master all the skills at once, so he had to temporarily give up one of them, focusing on cultivating the other to increase his strength fundamentally.

  Refining equipment and refining elixirs require material support for cultivation. After Leiyun left, Xiaofan had nothing on him, not even a single piece of white silver. Even if he wanted to cultivate, he didn't have the materials, so he could only temporarily give up these two extraordinary skills.

  Although I don't have to worry about being pursued by the White Robe Building's assassins within the Three Extremes Gate, given their style of doing things, they probably won't give up on pursuing me either; who knows, as soon as I leave the Three Extremes Gate, I might encounter an assassination attempt from the White Robe Building. It's better to increase my strength first then. Xiao Fan had a gloomy face.

  The White Robe Pavilion has always been a sword of Damocles hanging over Xiao Fan's head, ready to strike at any moment, and in fact, its power is extremely strong, and in a short period of time, Xiao Fan is absolutely unable to resist it.

  "Oh dear, I forgot to ask Master for some spirit stones..."

  Suddenly, Xiao Fan slapped his forehead, with a look of regret on his face. His cultivation was most lacking in spirit stones. As long as he had enough spirit stones, he could soar to the sky and enter the realm of transcending the ordinary nine products peak. At that time, even if the opponent was a condensed god peak expert, he would not be afraid.

  Xiao Fan had originally planned to ask his master Lei Yun for some spiritual stones to cultivate with, but this time Lei Yun left in such a hurry that he didn't even have the chance to open his mouth, and so missed the opportunity.

  "Never mind, although I forgot to ask Master for some spirit stones, but he gave me the ability to earn spirit stones. First, I'll cultivate in seclusion for a few days, then consider how to earn more spirit stones."

  In the following days, Xiao Fan stood at the top of the mountain with a long sword in hand, practicing his swordsmanship.

  The way of the sword is one, vast and profound. The sword path is also divided into: the Sword of Tyranny, the Sword of Kings.

  Mysterious Sword, Life-Taking Sword, etc.

  Lei Yun was well-versed in these four sword paths, each of which left a legacy for Xiao Fan, among them the Dominating Sword Path, where one sword would reign supreme, with no boundaries and no one able to resist.

  The King's Sword, one sword comes out, ten thousand swords surrender, is the king of the sword.

  The eccentric sword focuses on the quick-draw technique of the fast sword, with a speed that surpasses everything, transcending time and space constraints, often killing the enemy in one strike, leaving them no room to escape or dodge.

  The sword of killing is a sword path that exists solely for the purpose of killing, most suitable for use on the battlefield. Once this sword is unsheathed, it slaughters millions of lives, with blood flowing like rivers and corpses piling up like mountains, as if in the realm of Yan Wang.

  For the next few days, Xiao Fan did not sleep or rest, using the time to practice the swift sword path and sword drawing technique of the mysterious sword.

  Xiao Fan had always liked the Fast Sword, and even under the waterfall, he practiced a fast sword that was not slow in speed. However, he was troubled by the lack of a true Fast Sword technique to practice, so his Fast Sword could not make a major breakthrough.

  Five days after Xiao Fan practiced the sword-drawing technique passed down from Lei Yun, he had already mastered it. His sword was invisible and his speed was so fast that it was hard to discern with the naked eye, able to slash out multiple swords in an instant.