Chapter 29: Blood Wind Knife Technique

  "Does the aura of resentment have this effect?" Shen Cong looked at the shadow that appeared in his mind with some surprise, and couldn't help but smile. "However, this girl, she's not bad-looking, just a bit off in terms of figure, and her looks aren't really my type, I wonder if she can change into something else."

  As soon as the thought arose, the shadow suddenly shook, but it was a step forward, and this step turned into Lin Liting's figure. The childlike face and giant breasts, especially now wearing thin gauze, the deep red color seemed to be about to penetrate, making people's eyes widen by three feet.

  "Awesome!"

  Shen couldn't help but let out a sigh of admiration, not because of any melancholy or resentment, but rather due to Lin Liting's perfect figure. Shen's eyes narrowed slightly as he gazed at her without restraint. Feeling Shen's gaze, Qianying seemed even more delighted, walking towards him with gentle steps, revealing a stunning expression at every turn, especially when the thin silk was accidentally lifted for an instant, it was breathtakingly beautiful.

  "Lang Jun, I think you're suffering." Warm and jade-like, Shen Cong seemed to be able to feel the sweet and sticky breath lingering on his nose tip. Qian Ying wanted to get closer, but seemed to be afraid of something, making one want to step forward and hold him tight to cherish him.

  Shen's eyes were unscrupulous, but his gaze was exceptionally clear. Looking at him a few more times, he felt a bit tired of it. Lin Liting's figure had never been truly seen before, and what he saw now was just Shen Cong's own brain supplement, which couldn't be considered true.

  "Fakes are ultimately boring. What's even more boring is that next time there's no electricity, I'll still have to find that witch." A sigh of bitter laughter, the zombie blood at the heart position suddenly stirred, a huge suction force came, and all fantasies disappeared. The trivial resentment, in front of the dark night life spring energy, what does it count for? The resentful aura that cultivators and warriors fear, in Shen Cong's view, is just a kind of adjustment for entertainment."

  The illusion disappeared, and Shen began to refine the true energy in his body with all his might. Only by converting all the true energy of the Nourishing Life Classics into the Surging Spring Power could he start his real cultivation. And the Corpse Water was undoubtedly able to catalyze this process, simplifying and accelerating this step.

  Jianwang Peak

  "Where did Shen Cong go?" Nie Xiao asked. Although he looked down on Shen Cong, a lion would still use its full strength to capture a rabbit, and even against the weakest opponent, Nie Xiao would make thorough preparations, which was also the reason why he could stand at his current height.

  "It has been found out that the person is currently in the cultivation room, and someone has seen him."

  Nie Xiao furrowed her brow, then smiled softly. The cultivation room could increase the efficiency of cultivation, much faster than ordinary self-cultivation. However, the cultivation room required a daily expenditure of silver coins. Even if Shen Cong's family was wealthy, how many days could he persist? Just wait until his money ran out, and he would naturally come out.

  But in just a few months, how much can one's strength be improved. In the inner sect, Nie Xiao deeply understood that cultivation was arduous, even for those with exceptional innate talents, it might take more than half a year for their strength to show significant improvement. Moreover, Nie Xiao had a copy of Shen Cong's data, which clearly recorded that Shen Cong's roots were only mediocre, and being able to stand out from the outer sect could be attributed to luck.

  Such a natural talent, even if he cultivates for a longer time, what can be done? The inner door officially gave him the title of disciple, which is simply a waste. Only Nie Xiao has the qualifications to become an official disciple, and when Shen Cong comes out of seclusion, it will be his promotion.

  Thinking of the delightful moment, Nie Xiao's face involuntarily revealed a hint of a smile. Just as he waved his hand to let people retreat, he suddenly saw a figure walking towards him from afar - who else could it be but Zhao Wu? He didn't know what kind of hatred had led Zhao Wu to devise such a plan. However, Nie Xiao didn't want to know either; if it weren't for Zhao Wu's cooperation, he wouldn't have had this opportunity.

  With a hint of a smile, Nie Xiao took the initiative to step forward. Now was the time to strengthen their bond, and in the future, they would be formal master and apprentice brothers. Many things still required relying on Zhao Wu, after all, he would be his younger master brother in the future.

  In the practice room, Shen Zong opened his eyes, a ray of light flashed by, and his right hand pressed down on the ground. A muffled sound erupted, the hard tiles shattered directly, a gust of wind swept over, and a layer of debris danced in the air. Before the tiles shattered, they had already been corroded by a strange power. The true energy that normally emerged from practice couldn't possibly be like this.

  But it was the addition of the zombie's unique dark power that allowed for such a powerful explosion. The Jingfeng True Qi had an incredibly strong containment power, even absorbing the true qi shield ability of the Nurturing Life Scripture's complete realm, which was an unexpected delight that Shen had never thought of. Changing the secret manual would normally cause the special abilities to disappear, but now it has been successful.

  "It seems that when the predecessor cultivated this secret recipe, he went to various extreme places, in order to absorb the ultimate attributes." Shen thought to himself.

  The original Jīng Fèn True Energy was already powerful and fierce, now with the addition of corrosive power, it's hard to find a match among those at the same level. However, the corrosive power is too overbearing and difficult to control, so it's not suitable for regular use. But even if it's just the original Jīng Fèn True Energy itself, its power can still sweep away ordinary opponents.

  He glanced at the cultivation room and found that three days had passed, and the computer's battery was also half a degree lower, now only 16% remained. Shen Cong felt a little heartache. The corpse water was also left with only half a bottle, fortunately, he had bought a lot of it initially, otherwise, running out of corpse water during cultivation would be really troublesome.

  "The first level of Jingzhen Gong is already considered entry-level, but now the most important thing is to temper and refine one's essence. Wanting to advance to the second level is not something that can be accomplished in a short period of time, and the special resources required are also currently unavailable. In the future, I will need to carefully collect them, and my current cultivation is still too low."

  Perhaps due to Jingzhen Gong being a high-level technique, the complete transformation of true energy into refined essence has decreased, causing Shen Cong's cultivation to not only fail to increase but actually decline, barely reaching the second stage of combined power.

  After resting and replenishing his food, Shen Cong took out the knife spectrum. At present, the computer's power is not much, barely enough for Shen Cong to cultivate for two months, converted into real time, it's just over a year. The time is limited, but it's enough for Shen Cong to study carefully. The content of the knife spectrum was turned page by page, this secret book had no name, only two words "knife spectrum", which was also strange.

  The knife's momentum is engraved in his mind, Shen Cong has never learned any other knife methods, but every day he will hold the Long Que knife to practice. Horizontal chop slash, already familiar with the chest, at this moment watching the knife spectrum, there are no other obstacles. Unknowingly after a long time, Shen Cong covered the knife spectrum and slowly closed his eyes.

  The true energy of Jingzhen is slowly and autonomously circulating in the body, while the Pan Shi Pearl is constantly refining the true energy into the meridians. Although it can't compare to active cultivation, it's only slightly slower. This is the enormous effect of the Pan Shi Pearl. As for Shen Cong, his main focus was on practicing knife techniques in his mind. The knife techniques in the Knife Spectrum were extraordinary, and Shen Cong always felt that there was a hint of mystery hidden within, but now his cultivation was still shallow, and he couldn't see it at all.

  Shen Cong didn't force it, but followed the teachings, starting from the basics. In his mind, he practiced and memorized every detail of each knife technique, making slight adjustments according to his own conditions to make it more suitable for himself. The knife techniques were constantly dissected and reassembled in his mind, a difficult process, but a necessary one.

  Suddenly one day, Shen Cong jumped up and started practicing in the training room with a knife in his hand. The exquisite knife moves were displayed in Shen Cong's hands, even if there was no knife in his hand, but it made people feel as if countless knives were dancing around him, dazzling and confusing. Moreover, the speed became faster and faster, until finally, Shen Cong's figure could hardly be seen, only flashes of light from the knife were visible. However, half an hour later, the light from the knife suddenly disappeared, and Shen Cong also appeared in his original form.

  "No, the knife spectrum should not be explained in this way, I've gone astray." Thinking of this, Shen Cong did not give up, and sat down again to analyze the knife method.

  It was unknown how much time had passed when Shen Cong slowly stood up. A knife-like aura was compressed within his body, a ray of light flashed by, and at some point, Shen Cong opened his eyes. That one glance seemed to have a knife piercing through the heart, as if anyone who saw Shen Cong's eyes would be dead before they could even get close. However, with that one glance, the dormant knife-like aura also completely dissipated, as if it had never appeared in the first place.

  Shen Cong looked ahead, his brow slightly furrowed. "It's not like that either, it's gone off track again." Although the previous move was exquisite, it lacked power. It was just visually pleasing but of little use, which wasn't what the sword manual described.

  Kneeling with eyes closed, from this moment on, apart from the knife spectrum, other things in his mind were almost unbearable, and he fell into a state similar to madness.

  Failure drives madness, and Shen Cong is in such a situation now. It's very dangerous, but hidden within it is a glimmer of hope, a hope that shatters everything to create a new path, a hope that clears all confusion and forges a way out!

  The training room fell silent again, and for the next period of time, Shen Cong no longer got up to practice his knife skills, but instead sat there in silence, his entire body's breath also becoming steady. And time just passed by with Shen Cong's cultivation, two months had already passed in the blink of an eye.

  "He actually persisted for two months, and his success is indeed reasonable." Huo Wei walked to the outside of Shen Cong's practice room, feeling emotional. He had heard that those senior predecessors had a long closed door time, but he didn't expect that there was such a person by his side. Shen Cong's money had already been spent, according to the rules, naturally, they would have to wake up Shen Cong, otherwise Huo Wei wouldn't be here either.

  A strange vibration was transmitted inside as the stone disc under the door pillar was pressed down. Shen Cong, who was in a state of refinement, suddenly opened his eyes. There was no brilliance, but a sense of confusion emanated from his gaze. The vibration continued and intensified, causing the Dragon Bird Knife placed aside to fall and emit a faint sound.

  It was as if a spark of light flashed, and Shen Cong's eyes suddenly became spirited. He sprang up in an instant, and the Long Que knife had somehow appeared in his hand. A sudden gust of wind arose in the secret room, and Shen Cong seemed to have vanished into thin air. The image that remained in one's eyes was a vast expanse of empty shadows. In just a moment, the shadows disappeared, and Shen Cong reappeared in his original position.

  The wind subsided, but the dragon bird knife still pointed forward. The tip of the knife was more than half a meter away from the door wall, but a fine crack appeared on the door wall.

  "The twelfth move, and the road finally hasn't gone wrong again!" A hint of a smile appeared on Shen Cong's face. Previously, he had made twelve knife moves in total, which was exactly the number of times he had grasped the knife technique. The level of his knife technique was probably at the top level of human skills, but it was still unclear how it would perform in actual combat. However, one thing was certain: Shen Cong's current strength was several times stronger than before. Moreover, even the weakest cultivation base had been elevated to the peak state of second-order combined force under the impact of eightfold time, and was only half a step away from entering the third-order universal force.

  "The sword must drink blood, from now on it will be called Blood Wind Sword Technique!"

  The Long Que knife was rehung on his back, and Shen Cong walked out of the secret room with a hint of enlightenment and joy.