HPDBC Chapter 89: 85, I'll do it myself this time!
Chapter 89: 85, I'll do it myself this time!
Tan Shuchang had been cultivating for four years, in September, at the age of thirteen.
Today, after a moment of strenuous cultivation, he had achieved a slight breakthrough.
It turns out that for cultivators, when they step into the tumultuous mortal world and engage in conflict, it is essential to declare one's sect or origin first - there is a good reason for this custom.
Today, I killed six senior predecessors from Mount Sword, yet I failed to learn all their names.
Truly a regrettable matter.
Luckily, two of them transformed into ghosts post-mortem, which brought forth two slabs of merit bamboo tokens - at least their deaths had some value. A cause for celebration indeed, a cause for celebration indeed.
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As Tan Shuchang looked at the characters emerging on the recording magic artifact, he couldn't help but nod in approval. Then, after a slight hesitation, he decided to list what he had gathered from the six Mount Sword senior cultivators.
The first of the senior Mount Sword cultivators whom he had slain with the Calamity Witnessing Sword Qi dropped treasures hidden in his sleeve upon death, scattering them on the ground.
At that time, no one else dared to pick them up, and subsequently, they were collected and divided among his five fellow sect members.
However, as those five died, those items landed in Tan Shuchang's hands.
In the Jiawu Realm, there is no "storage bag," an item essential for beginner cultivators in novels. Artifacts involving void power in the Jiawu Realm have a special name - Senior Cultivator's Cave Abode.
These portable spaces, each a small heaven in its own right, are filled with spiritual energy and not only suitable for transplanting various spiritual medicines but also greatly accelerate a cultivator's progress.
However, unless it is absolutely necessary, or if there is a profound hatred to be avenged, cultivators are reluctant to train within such Senior Cultivator's Cave Abodes.
After all, while cultivation might accelerate within, the consumption of one's lifespan accelerates just as quickly.
Thus, in this world, there are second-generation officials and rich folks, followers of Dao and Buddha, but the so-called second-generation Sword Cultivators are rare.
Being a second-generation Sword Cultivator isn't about possessing a fine sword and practicing for over a decade.
It is about reaching the realm of Integration of Man and Sword! Otherwise, at most, it's a matter of familial tradition, possessing a fraction of the father's skill.
"I forgot to have a ghost help me check this token before..." After recording all his loot, Tan Shuchang finally remembered the token he had obtained from searching Zhao Huaiji's body.
This made him somewhat regret acting too hastily.
Because the only thing he obtained in the Imprisoning Lifeless Jail was, after being booted out of the odd game, hastily converted by him into a wave of Bloody Sword Qi.
And this wave of Sword Qi, which turned out to make a difference twice, was the tenth wave of Calamity Witnessing Sword Qi.
The tenth wave of Calamity Witnessing Sword Qi, inheriting the full set of skills of the Shadow Ghost, perfectly exemplified that the truly terrifying attacks are the stealthiest.
The skills of this ghost were quite impressive. Tan Shuchang was able to find this Shadow Ghost because another ghost, having been caught, betrayed the Shadow Ghost to barter for its freedom.
Tan Shuchang originally planned to temporarily let this ghost go, and once he captured the Shadow Ghost, he would recapture the informer.
After all, he only said he would release it; he didn't say he wouldn't catch it again.
However, what he didn't expect was for the authority hound of the Imprisoning Lifeless Jail, the Black King, to arrive just then, and upon its appearance, to give him a demonstration of what authority really meant.
Still, though somewhat regretful, it was only to a small extent. In the Jiawu Realm, it's difficult to find a ghost with whom one can communicate properly, but in that odd game, it was a completely different story. And sometimes, he didn't even need to do anything; the ghost would come to him on its own.
Just like ordering takeout.
Now, Tan Shuchang looked at the diary he had written, pondered for a moment, then took out the bark of the sinking wood and transferred all the text onto it.