Chapter 357: Chapter 357, Lu Luo
As Chu Ming approached the Sword Cloud Abyss, the pressure from the Sword Dao in the air solidified, forcing him to withstand considerable pressure with each step forward.
Ding!
A white Light Saber flew past Chu Ming’s side. Chu Ming lightly extended his hand, grabbing the white Light Saber directly. The Light Saber shook gently in his hand, attempting to escape.
Crack!
Chu Ming gently squeezed his right hand, directly crushing the white Light Saber into white Spiritual Power Factors.
The destructive power of these white Light Sabers was only equivalent to the invincibility of True Dao, posing no threat to Chu Ming.
Chu Ming did not go directly beneath the Sword Cloud Abyss but instead sat cross-legged at a distance of three hundred meters away, taking out the Sword Gang Remains from his Storage Ring to begin his study.
Everything requires an adaptive process. The Sword Dao aura beneath the Sword Cloud Abyss is naturally more intense, but going there directly would often be counterproductive for Chu Ming.
The Sword Dao recorded on the Sword Pattern was extensive and profound. In this environment, Chu Ming’s comprehension of the Void Sword Intent could only be described as advancing by leaps and bounds.
Three days later, Chu Ming reluctantly opened his eyes. An ethereal intention filled his gaze, and this ethereal intention was gradually deepening.
Without staying in place, Chu Ming moved forward another fifty meters until he found a suitable position and continued to sit cross-legged.
Time slowly passed. In the following days, Chu Ming occasionally woke from his cultivation to shift his position.
The Sword Cloud Abyss, like a broken sword, pierces the sky. In front of it, Chu Ming was as insignificant as an ant.
Buzz!
On the tenth day, the Void Small Sword in Chu Ming’s mind trembled gently, and then a greenish glare illuminated the surroundings. Each time the light glowed, the small sword grew more solid.
Tier Two Void Sword Intent!
The Void Realm permeated around Chu Ming, filled with countless streams of Sword Dao glows. With the help of the Sword Gang Remains, Chu Ming’s Void Sword Intent reached Tier Two in just ten days.
Waking from cultivation, Chu Ming continued approaching the Sword Cloud Abyss until he reached fifty meters away. At this moment, the Sword Dao aura of the Sword Cloud Abyss was at least three times that of the three hundred meters distance, with streams of light flying exquisitely in the air.
However, correspondingly, the destructive power of the white Light Saber had also increased significantly, to the extent that it could pose a threat to Guiyuan Realm experts.
Sitting cross-legged on the ground, the Sword Pattern on the Sword Gang Remains had been studied by Chu Ming. Thanks to his advancement in the Void Sword Dao, his research speed was getting faster.
Initially, it would take him five or six minutes to study one Sword Pattern, but now, with just a glance, he could understand the essence of the Sword Pattern.
Estimating in his heart, Chu Ming thought that if he could fully study the ninety-nine thousand nine hundred ninety-nine Sword Patterns on the Sword Gang Remains, his Void Sword Intent would likely advance to Tier Five.
The Sword Cloud Abyss was silent, with only Chu Ming sitting alone in the vast wilderness.
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Black Rock Empire, Green Dragon City.
In an unassuming inn, a pot-bellied shopkeeper dozed off at the counter.
The inn’s environment was extremely poor, with orange-yellow tables and chairs marked with scratches. Flies buzzed in the air noisily.
Strangely, this inn seemed to have existed since the establishment of Green Dragon City. Initially, customers visited, but the inn’s service and environment were far inferior to those of other inns and restaurants, leading to its current desolate state.
On this day, a middle-aged man in a gray robe walked into the inn. As he moved, waves rippled outward.
The middle-aged man in gray robe had a cold expression, carrying an Iron Sword on his back. He looked at the inconspicuous inn with a gaze full of memories.
"Please come in!"
The shopkeeper woke up slightly and stretched out his right hand in a welcoming gesture, with a gleam in his eyes.
"How is Qing Luo?"
The middle-aged man in gray robe did not respond but suddenly asked, looking at the pot-bellied shopkeeper.
Upon hearing "Qing Luo," the shopkeeper’s calm expression changed slightly, then his body straightened, his aura changing completely, no longer resembling a merchant.
"You know my Patriarch?"
The shopkeeper dared not be negligent, asking cautiously. His Patriarch’s name was unheard of by most martial artists, known only to the true powerful ones.
"Take this and say an old acquaintance is visiting!"
The middle-aged man in gray robe lightly rubbed his Storage Ring, and a green Jade Pendant appeared in his hand, emitting a gentle green glow.
The shopkeeper carefully took the Jade Pendant without examining it closely and hurried to the inn’s backyard.
The middle-aged man in gray robe casually chose a table to sit and rest his eyes.
After a half incense stick’s time, the shopkeeper quickly returned from the backyard. The middle-aged man in gray robe opened his eyes lightly and looked at the shopkeeper.
"My Patriarch invites you to the backyard for a conversation."
Among martial artists, those with greater abilities are respected as teachers. The shopkeeper respectfully returned the Jade Pendant to the middle-aged man and spoke cautiously.
Upon hearing this, a subtle tremor flickered in the middle-aged man’s eyes before he gently took the Jade Pendant and said indifferently, "Lead the way ahead!"
The middle-aged man followed the shopkeeper to the backyard.
The inn was chaotic, but the backyard was the opposite, tidy and clean, well-organized.
As soon as the middle-aged man stepped into the backyard, his gaze fell on a graceful, slender figure, while the shopkeeper discreetly left.
It was a beautiful lady in palace attire, her face charming and composed, dressed in green. Her figure was still attractive, though her thin lips gave her a somewhat harsh appearance.
"Tie Zhu, after all these years, you still look the same. What brings you here this time?"
Qing Luo’s voice was cold, like it came from the depths of Nine Netherworld Hell. She turned around and looked indifferently at the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man was Elder Tie Zhu of the Seven Star Sword Sect. Years ago, he fought Zhu Qianqiu outside Black Dragon City for vengeance but ultimately failed.
"Qing Luo, you haven’t changed either. It was my fault back then. I never expected you to end up like this."
Elder Tie Zhu sighed, his eyes brimming with memories.
"There’s no need to bring up the past. We have no ties anymore. If you came to talk about that, you can leave now."
Qing Luo’s lips curved into a cold smile, mocking him.
"I came for Xin’Er’s matter."
After a moment of silence, Elder Tie Zhu said slowly, his expression suddenly looking aged.