Chen Jing loved swords and before entering Qianluo Mountain, he learned swordsmanship from an old swordsman who raised him.

  After entering the Qian Luo Men, he learned the Qian Luo Mens breathing technique - "Qian Luo Yin Ling Jue", which was passed down by Ye Qing Xue. In the past three years, although he didnt learn any magic spells, he never stopped practicing his breath control and internal energy circulation. Apart from that, he spent his time reading books and nurturing his sword. The books he read were Taoist scriptures, while nurturing his sword meant using spiritual energy to temper and refine its body. His magical powers may not be as strong as those who have cultivated for over a decade, but his spirit and willpower became increasingly calm and tranquil, surpassing theirs.

  A gust of cold night wind blew in, causing the "Floating Sword Scripture" on the table to flip rapidly to the first page. The wind stopped abruptly, revealing the first line written on the silk: "With a lifetime of effort, focusing on one skill, you will surely surpass the mediocre masses." Although the font was round and smooth, Chen Jing felt an absolute attitude, like taking only one scoop from three thousand weak waters, a resolute determination and perseverance.

  This book is not thick, nor are there many words, but every word is a pearl, extremely concise. Its only about ten pages long, and Chen Jing took three months to finish reading it. He didnt know who wrote this "Floating Sword Scripture", and the method of offering sacrifices to the sword in the scripture stopped at the sword aura. But after Chen Jing finished reading it, he just thought for a moment, then began to practice the sword body with spiritual energy according to the method in the scripture. Three years passed, and only one step was left - the blood sacrifice to communicate with the spirit.

  Chen Jing didnt know what kind of magic Sun Xuandong had practiced, but he knew that he had been in this Qianluo Mountain for over a decade. If they were to fight, Chen Jing wasnt confident that he could win.

  He picked up the "Floating Sword Scripture" on the table and thought to himself, "There are still three months left. Ill first offer sacrifices to the sword and communicate with its spirit, practice this sword-controlling technique. Whether it succeeds or not, I will leave in two months."

  If he succeeds in cultivating it, his strength will surge upward, and compared to those who have cultivated magic, if he doesnt get close to them at this time, he basically cant threaten them. But if he cultivates the Sword Controlling Technique, its a different story.

  At this time, the world has no one who truly achieved immortality, but there are many sects of cultivation. Various techniques and methods emerge endlessly. Compared to the ancient era when great Dao was formed and divine powers were self-evident, the techniques cultivated by various schools in the current world may be much weaker, but they have become more refined and subtle. Most techniques do not require high levels of magical power to be performed, so now the competition among cultivators is based on exquisite techniques.

  Chen Jing did not cultivate Pi Gu Fa, so he still needed to eat grains and staple foods.

  In the Scripture Library, no one came to disturb him. Three meals a day were delivered by a twelve or thirteen year old boy named Xian Zhen, who was the disciple of Dao Chong Zhen Ren, the previous master of the sect. After Dao Chong Zhen Ren passed away, he started working in the kitchen.

  Although he delivered meals for three years, he rarely spoke and came and went quickly, giving people a sense of timidity and weakness.

  One day, he suddenly found that Chen Jings face seemed to be somewhat pale, lacking a healthy complexion, and getting heavier and heavier. He couldnt help but ask in doubt: "Brother, looking at your poor complexion, are you uncomfortable?"

  Chen Jing opened his eyes and smiled: "Big Brother is practicing magic, not feeling unwell."

  Xian Zhen blinked, after a while, scratching his head with one hand, and said: "I heard my master say that the longer a cultivator cultivates, the more their divine light is internalized, and all their vital energy is refined and transformed, allowing them to control it themselves. Looking at your pale face, brother, could it be that youve made a mistake in your cultivation method?"

  Chen Jing looked at his calm eyes and couldnt help but smile: "Its not a mistake, its okay, itll be fine after a while."

  Xian Zhen listened to Chen Jings explanation, and after saying "oh", she didnt speak again. She put away her bowl and chopsticks, ready to leave, when Chen Jing suddenly asked: "Have all the people who went down the mountain returned?"

  "Not yet, it should be back in a month or two, its always been like this." Xiaotong said seriously, Chen Jing asked him to send more food next time, he responded with a sound and left.

  Chen Jings pale face was not due to a problem with his magic practice, but rather because of excessive blood loss. To master this sword technique, one must first achieve a connection between the person and the sword, which is a kind of mental resonance. The "Floating Sword Scripture" refers to it as spiritual communication.

  Only after the sword is spiritualized can the art of sword control be practiced.

  The swordsmanship is considered the most difficult to practice among all spells, and this spiritual connection alone has blocked many sword practitioners from advancing. If the sword does not connect with the spirit, what is achieved is not swordsmanship, but rather an object-manipulating technique.

  A good sword is often easier to communicate with spirits. However, Chen Jings sword was just an ordinary sword, but he had been holding it for ten years, never leaving his side day and night, wiping it once a day, which could also be considered a way of nurturing the sword.

  "Only when the sword is considered as ones own body, can it have spirituality and move with ones heart." This was what the old swordsman who raised him told Chen Jing. Now thinking about it, it coincidentally matches the method of cultivating the sword to attain spiritual connection, and this cultivation has been going on for ten years.

  What Chen Jing is doing now is not just that, but as the book says: "Concentrate your spirit, calm your energy, be sincere in your heart, and use the heat of your blood to wipe the sword body at every child hour, you can communicate with the divine after three months." There is also a sentence behind: "If the sword does not communicate with the divine after three months, then give up practicing swordsmanship."

  "This sword practice method is indeed not the way of longevity and double cultivation, if it continues like this, Im afraid it wont only fail to achieve immortality, but instead will lead to a shorter life." Chen Jing thought to himself.

  In this scripture repository, all are just spells and incantation books, without any methods that directly point to the Great Way of Longevity. Its not surprising, even the founder of the Thousand Luo Sect couldnt attain longevity, so how could there be a method here that directly points to the Great Way of Longevity?

  After that method of cultivating the sword and communicating with spirits, many medicinal materials for nourishing the bodys qi and blood were recorded. Chen Jing had never seen these medicinal materials before, but he knew that the Thousand Luo Gate had a medicine garden where there were spiritual medicines, all of which were tribute from the famous sons of the city.

  The sky is getting darker, and the night is getting thicker.

  Childhood.

  In the Scripture Pavilion, under a lone lamp, Chen Jing closed his eyes, with a layer of clear light covering his palm as he stroked the sword body from the hilt to the tip, again and again.

  He repeated this action of wiping the sword with his palm dozens of times, as if there was something unclean on the sword that he wanted to wipe clean.

  With a focused expression and clear breath.

  Unbeknownst to him, an hour had passed and he finally stopped the repetitive motion of stroking his sword. But then, with a sudden movement, he drew his sword across his left wrist, causing blood to gush out. The sword quickly became stained with blood. Without any attempt to treat the wound, the bleeding suddenly stopped, leaving only a scar that was a deep red color, while his face grew even paler.

  He sat with his legs crossed, one hand supporting the hilt of the sword and the other holding the blade, his eyes closed. After a long time, he opened his eyes, which showed signs of fatigue. However, he picked up the sword again, stroking the blade with his palm, moving slowly as if there was a heavy weight on his hands. As his palm passed over the sword, the blood clots on the blade solidified and fell off, but the sword blade had taken on a faint dark red hue, and upon closer inspection, tiny spots of blood could be seen.

  The palm seems to have a faint light enveloping it, stroking the sword body, and a faint mist rises from between the palm and the sword body.

  After dozens of times.

  The specks of blood on the sword disappeared, and a layer of clear spring water seemed to flow on its surface, with a hint of spirituality contained within.

  The sword was sheathed, and after sitting for a while. Chen Jing blew out the oil lamp on the table, and the room suddenly plunged into darkness, a gentle breeze blowing in, the door was open.

  The night is dark, without moon, without stars.

  The pitch-black night was as bright as daylight in Chen Jings eyes.

  The medicine garden was located on the west side of Qianluomen. He walked through the corridor and over the eaves, and it was unobstructed all the way. There were no obstacles at all, and he arrived quickly. A tall gate appeared before him, with the three words "Lingyuan Medicine Garden" written on the lintel.

  Chen Jingjing crouched far away and watched for a while before slowly entering the gate. The Spirit Medicine Garden was not big, just a small piece of land with a patch of green on it, and next to the land there was a small thatched cottage where the guardian of the medicine garden lived.

  He listened quietly for a while, and all he could hear was the chirping of insects. He couldnt even hear the slightest sound of human breathing from inside the thatched hut, let alone sense any signs of life.

  Chen Jings heart tightened as he realized that the person guarding the medicine garden must have a high level of magical power, likely surpassing his own.

  Although thats the case, I have no choice but to take a risk and go in. If I dont replenish my energy with medicine now, I wont have enough fresh blood to nourish my sword, and it will be impossible for me to master the Sword Controlling Technique within two months. Moreover, it will be even more difficult to replenish my energy later on.

  He gathered his breath, slowly approaching the grass house, concentrating to listen, still nothing was heard, and he furrowed his brow. Suddenly a dangerous aura came from behind him, the long sword in his hand instantly left its scabbard, a faint sword hum floated away, without looking back, he swung the sword in his hand towards his back, while his whole body fluttered sideways like a willow leaf.

  A cluster of illusory beast shadows was scattered in the air by the sword light. Chen Jing only felt that the sword in his hand was like a dot in a ball of cotton, and he was still in mid-air, but his body suddenly received an invisible restraint, as if the invisible air had suddenly become tangible, wanting to bind him up.

  His heart skipped a beat, and his spiritual power surged into the sword. With a flick of his wrist, the swords light burst forth like a snowflake unfolding, and its cold glow scattered everywhere. The invisible restraints were instantly cut to pieces, and he was freed from their grasp.

  As soon as Chen Jings body had just floated down to the ground, a slow and somewhat leisurely voice sounded.

  "They say that Chen Jings younger brother has a set of exquisite sword techniques, and today I see that it is indeed extraordinary."

  Chen Jingjian had already sheathed his sword and turned around, only to see a young Taoist emerging from the darkness. The Taoists robe was not ordinary, its beauty was evident at first glance, and it also had a subtle glow flowing through it. Chen Jing had always been reclusive and rarely went out, so while others knew him, he was not familiar with his fellow disciples in the mountains.

  "Swordsmanship is nothing but a worldly skill, incomparable to the magical arts of the immortal realm." Chen Jing said cautiously, after all, he was here to steal medicine, and thought to himself that tonight might not end well.

  This didnt look like a Taoist, but rather a young master from a wealthy family. He walked step by step to twenty paces in front of Chen Jing and stopped, not getting any closer, clearly also on guard against Chen Jing. He said: "How can ordinary sword techniques break through my magical skills? When the Master moves his sword, he can stir up the spiritual energy within three feet around him. Only a fairys sword technique can do this." He seemed to be standing there lightly and at ease, but in reality was on guard against Chen Jing, and smiled lightly as he said: "Oh, right, Master has been single-mindedly cultivating his skills, so probably doesnt recognize me. My name is Zhan Yuan, and according to our generation, Master should call me Second Older Brother."

  Chen Jing thought to himself that the person in front of him was indeed his Second Senior Brother. In the entire Qian Luo Sect, the Eldest Senior Sister was Ye Qingxue, the Second Senior Brother was Zhan Yuan before him, the Third Senior Brother was Sun Xuantong, and the Fourth Senior Brother was Jiang You, the son of the current sect leader. Since Jiang Liuyun took over as the sect leader, the next candidate for the position would be one of the three competing: himself, Sun Xuantong, and Jiang You.

  For Chen Jing, in this Thousand Luo Mountain, it was just for cultivation. As for the rest, he didnt care at all. In his eyes, time could make everything in the world lose its luster. Even if the great Thousand Luo Ancestor had killed all the demons on the mountain with one sword, intimidating thousands of miles, now its just a pile of yellow earth.

  "It turned out to be Second Master." Chen Jing raised his hand and saluted.

  "Haha......" Zhan Yuan stepped forward two steps and smiled: "Looking at my junior brothers pale face, severe blood loss, you came here to get the spiritual medicine, right?" Without waiting for Chen Jings response, he continued: "I dont know if my junior brother has the Sect Leader Token?"

  Chen Jings face changed slightly. Just this hesitation, Zhan Yuan smiled and said: "Hehe, if Shidi doesnt have it, then we can only offend him."

  He stared intently at Chen Jing, his hand already raised as he finished speaking. In the instant his palm lifted, a cluster of spiritual energy had condensed, and within it, flickering flames could be seen dancing. At this point, Chen Jing also didnt have anything to say, let alone being not skilled in verbal debates. He had thought about what might happen after being discovered - either he would surrender or leave immediately.

  Chen Jing didnt have the habit of putting his fate in others hands, so he couldnt just sit back and do nothing. However, if he wanted to leave, he had to get past these two senior brothers, Zhan Yuan first.

  He gripped the hilt tightly, his spirit and energy rising. His eyes were fixed on the flame in Xuans hand, as if watching the dancing strings of magic.

  Darkness seems to be condensing, cold wind is stern and murderous.