Chapter 431: Chapter 288 Zhaozhou County
Changing into a refreshing outfit, Tie Dan’s attitude indeed changed significantly. Along the way, he occasionally looked at Hui Ming Zhan Tie with an exploratory gaze, making her face turn red and ears hot.
After all, while a sword might not have emotions, people do. Now, the Divine Sense of the Shen sisters was in deep sleep. Although they had past memories, their rational consciousness was faint, perceiving themselves purely as the Sword Sect’s Beichen Sword Guard, with only the purest and most instinctive bodily reactions.
Thus, at this moment, these two pure women were being examined with a gaze full of aggression by the man beside them, like a sharp sword piercing their bodies, naturally making each of them excited beyond control. A shiver uncontrollably ran down their spines, heat rose on their skin, sweat soaking through their clothes, murmuring softly.
Of course, as everyone understood, Tie Dan’s mind was thinking about entirely different kinds of problems.
Was what happened earlier a daydream, or the Primordial Spirit Emergence?
The eyeless man he saw before, was he human or ghost? Upon careful recall, Tie Dan couldn’t even ascertain the other’s level and background. It was like a dream that couldn’t be remembered upon waking. Could this be the mystery of the Primordial Spirit Method?
It seems that besides considering collecting resources and preparing for the Divinity Transformation, I also need to learn some Primordial Spirit Method to guard the Divine Court to avoid being plotted against.
And there’s also a more significant question.
Immortal
Non-Immortal
The two before me, are they the Shen Family’s Xiao Rong Wu Yi, or the Sword Sect’s Hui Ming Zhan Tie?
Were the things within them truly replaced?
If replaced, when did it happen?
Are the people still there? Is the sword still there?
Or has something extra appeared...
Thinking of this, Tie Dan couldn’t help but reach out, gently stroking Zhan Tie’s back, sensing the sword power of the Divine Sword.
Zhan Tie, "Ying!"
Hui Ming blushed and whispered,
"Young Master, there is a bamboo grove below..."
"Hmm? Why, is there something to kill?"
Tie Dan snapped back to reality.
Hui Ming whispered, blushing,
"Not yet, but if you are tired, we can take a little break."
Zhan Tie also murmured like a mosquito,
"Hmm, hmm..."
Tie Dan shook his head,
"What do I have to be tired of? I slay demons and exterminate devils tirelessly, working nonstop for a month, as long as you can keep up."
"Forget it, perhaps I’m overthinking. Let’s keep moving. If we need to rest, we’ll find a safe place at night and set up an array first if necessary."
Hui Ming Zhan Tie seemed to understand, blushing even more, yet biting her red lips, nodding in agreement.
"Yes, Young Master."
So the three of them took to the sky on sword light, soon arriving at a burial mound.
This place was originally a village, devastated by war, laid flat, corpses scattered everywhere, decomposed flesh dug up by demon beasts and wild dogs, with no one to tidy it up. Now, a demon path practitioner had set up banners, refining corpses and burning bones to practice Magic.
Tie Dan calculated his fortune, glanced at the Array, found nothing fancy about it, and broke it with force, consolidating the sword light to condense a giant sword of light, smashing it down.
"Boom!"
This sword struck like a collapsed pillar, shaking the heavens and earth, the banners around the mound exploded into flames, flew off in all directions, and the Array broke instantly.
The sparse graves within the array were also split open by a sword, and amidst a gale of ghostly screams and wailing, a Demon Head flew out from the mound, enveloped by chilling winds, its eyes like candle flames, full of fangs and sharp teeth, its cranial blood aura soaring into the sky!
"Aow——! Which little thief dares to disturb my peaceful cultivation! I demand your life...ahhhhh Sword Sect ah——!!"
"Clang!"
Tie Dan flicked his fingers, shooting out a Thunder Sword, instantly blasting the Demon Head to pieces, the remains falling to the ground, burning intensely, the chilling wind dissipating into the unseen.
This waste was actually still a Divinity Transformation level being, but practicing heretical skills, unable to withstand a single strike from righteous Magic like a Thunder Sword. Moreover, it seemed like he had been already beaten up by someone; his Dao Body was left incomplete, only his head hiding here for healing, making his death not worth mentioning.
Speaking of which, this kind of waste shouldn’t have warranted the Immortal Fate sense from Tie Dan. Hui Ming also said his name wasn’t on the list. So Tie Dan descended into the mound, glanced around, and indeed found within the Demon Head’s old lair, a child bound by a White Bone Locking Human Skin tendon.
This child appeared to be around five or six years old, fair and plump, wearing a bellyband woven with gold and silver thread, bearing a longevity lock, stuffed with Amulets, clearly kidnapped from a wealthy family, with his brow sealed by a Magic Spell, unaware and unknowing.
Tie Dan raised his hand to lift the Magic Spell, slapped the child’s forehead to wake him up, just about to ask a question.
"Ah! Waaa ahhh! Father, mother aaahhh! Waaahh!"
This brat was too noisy, Tie Dan felt annoyed hearing it, so he punched him unconscious with a backhand, picked him up by the tendon and lifted him into the sky to show the others.
"He has Three Spirit Roots Dao Body, the kid has good potential, probably captured by that Demon Head for Body Seizing and reincarnation."
Hui Ming and Zhan Tie, both having seen much, immediately recognized the child’s use at a glance.
"Bound to Young Master by such fate, surviving such a calamity, blessed with immense fortune, he could surely be taken back to the mountain as a disciple."
"To be raised this well in these times, he must be from a high-standing family, probably from great mansions and noble houses. Even if he isn’t apt here, returning him home might forge a good karmic tie."
Tie Dan also sensed something, calculated briefly, knowing that he recently often sensed and encountered children with some potential due to the natural teaching affinity that arises when a Cultivator breaks through to the Nascent Soul Realm, easily coming across Dao Seeds and carrying the cause and effect of master inheritance. According to Sword Sect tradition, one doesn’t stop until collecting nine such seeds.
However, Tie Dan knows his limits; he himself has yet to accomplish anything significant, nor has he been taken into the Mystic Sect to impart the sword, and is poor as dirt, relying entirely on brothers’ charity for his gear, and nowhere near qualified to accept disciples, let alone nine.