I Can Reincarnate Infinitely

"Master Qingqiu, so you’re my disciple’s lover? You certainly look pitiful enough to inspire affection."

In another room, Feng Xiaoyi said as she studied Lin Sha, whose eyes were brimming with tears.

Of course, her actual thoughts were: ’This is it? This is all she is?’

’This is the girl who has my rebellious disciple so utterly captivated?’

’With a master as divinely beautiful as me, it’s ridiculous that my wayward disciple would even look at such a common woman.’

Lin Sha glanced at her through misty, tear-filled eyes but said nothing. She was in no mood to talk.

Feng Xiaoyi just gave a charming smile and stopped teasing her.

Fang Hua and Luo Jinyu both wore worried expressions. Luo Jinyu said, "Chun Xiao Master, please think of something!"

Feng Xiaoyi yawned. "Think of what? He volunteered to be the Sword Holder. Who could possibly talk him out of it?"

Fang Hua asked, her brow furrowed with worry, "Why would Brother Yu want to be a Sword Holder?"

"Who knows?" Feng Xiaoyi stretched lazily, her heavy chest particularly eye-catching. "But you all can stop worrying! He’s over a hundred years old. You think he doesn’t know what he’s doing?"

But inwardly, she was pondering.

’Eight thousand years ago, when I first arrived here, I unexpectedly appeared in the Hundred Thousand Mountains and discovered that miraculous object.’

’How was it miraculous?’

’At the time, all the animals in the mountains were prostrating themselves before it in worship.’

’So, I didn’t rush to the kingdoms of the Human Race. Instead, I built a simple cave residence there and began to study the object.’

’After some research, I concluded that it must be a fragment of a former Immortal Artifact—the Creation Jade Scroll. A very, very small fragment.’

’Back then, when the Human Race lost the mandate of heaven, the Celestial Court was destroyed. The Spring and Autumn Brush, the Creation Jade Scroll, the Time Jade Scroll, the Reincarnation Mirror, and other symbols of Human Dao Fortune were all shattered, their pieces scattered everywhere.’

’So, for a fragment of the Creation Jade Scroll to appear here seemed strange, but it wasn’t actually incomprehensible.’

’An ordinary person without the right destiny would never be able to find these Immortal Artifact Fragments.’

’Great Powers could naturally find them, but to a true Great Power, these fragments were just trash with a bit of research value, not worth wasting time and energy to seek out.’

’Some Great Powers already possessed larger fragments and couldn’t be bothered to look for minuscule ones like this.’

’But as Immortal Artifacts, these fragments possessed their own Spirituality. Even a tiny piece held unbelievable power.’

’I was just a Tier Four Demon King. Encountering this Immortal Artifact Fragment was like finding a supreme treasure. I became so engrossed in studying it that I completely forgot my original goals and plans.’

’As a result of my research, I discovered that the very essence of my soul was unknowingly being changed.’

’Legend says that by using the Spring and Autumn Brush to write on the Creation Jade Scroll, one can enthrone Immortals and Ghost Immortals.’

’And though I didn’t have the Spring and Autumn Brush, my constant proximity to the Creation Jade Scroll changed me, giving me some of the characteristics of a Ghost Immortal.’

’My Demon Race body rapidly slid toward necrosis, and I was completely unable to leave the Creation Jade Scroll.’

’After death, my soul wouldn’t easily dissipate, and I could perform Possession at will.’

’Furthermore, I was no longer bound by the limits of my Celestial Lifespan.’

’Could it be,’ Feng Xiaoyi now wondered, ’that when Du Youqian visited my cave residence, he also discovered the wonders of the Creation Jade Scroll, was changed by it, and can now continuously perform Possession after death?’

’Is that why he’s willing to become the Sword Holder and wield the sword to save his woman and subordinates? Because he can just use Possession to be reborn anyway.’

’Perhaps he’s also coveting the complete Blood Slaughter Sword Scripture and wants to become the master of the Blood Slaughter Sword?’

Feng Xiaoyi never dared to underestimate the ambition and delusional desires of humans.

The terrifying part was, sometimes those ambitions and delusions could actually come true...

This was something the Demon Race could not match.

The Demon Race often lacked long-term planning, didn’t have great ambition, and lacked the drive to advance, easily content with small comforts.

If Du Youqian was stubbornly insisting on becoming the Sword Holder in order to become the master of the Blood Slaughter Sword, Feng Xiaoyi could understand it completely. But from now on, she would be even more wary of him—such ambition was a fire that could burn those around him!

Meanwhile, Fang Hua, Luo Jinyu, and Lin Sha were discussing the matter, but they couldn’t reach any conclusion.

They were completely powerless to intervene!

Even if Lin Sha and Fang Hua were to set aside their past grievances, they couldn’t change the situation in the slightest.

On the other side, in a side hall, the Blood Slaughter Sword listened to Shi Shentong and the others with a blank, emotionless expression, his gaze fixed on the direction of the Dai Kingdom.

After a long moment, he spoke. "An old familiar demon, I see. Not particularly strong. If I can recover to the state I was in before slaying the Cyan Yang Sect’s illusion, and with enough sacrifices, I should be able to kill it."

Then he turned around. "Do you all know the price? I needed five hundred years to recover slowly. Now, you have awakened me ahead of time to slay someone. Without sufficient sacrifices and offerings, I am powerless."

Shi Shentong said, "Elder Blood Slaughter, the sacrifices and offerings are all prepared."

The Blood Slaughter Sword asked, "And the Sword Holder?"

Du Youqian stepped forward and said calmly, "That would be me. Greetings, Elder Blood Slaughter."

The Blood Slaughter Sword studied him for a moment, its crimson pupils seeming to see right through him, inside and out.

A feeling of inexplicable nervousness rose in Du Youqian’s heart.

But the Blood Slaughter Sword didn’t say anything surprising. It just shook its head, its tone resonant. "A fine piece of jade, a true talent. What a pity. Your wish will be difficult to fulfill. However, since your mind is made up, I shall grant your request. If you can fully comprehend the Blood Slaughter Sword Intent, I will return all of your Essence Blood. Whether you can succeed or not will depend on your own fortune."

Du Youqian was instantly startled.

’Those words... It’s as if the Blood Slaughter Sword truly glimpsed my innermost thoughts.’

It was true that he had volunteered to be the Sword Holder to save Lin Sha and Luo Jinyu.

Moreover, he had already formed his Golden Core. As the saying goes, "No Regrets for Pill Formation." In this life, it would be very difficult for him to switch to a Body Refining Technique.

But if he wanted to pass through that incredibly difficult passage to the outside world, forming a Golden Core with a Body Refining Technique was the most basic requirement.

Of course, this didn’t necessarily mean he had to reincarnate and start his cultivation over. There were other methods, like finding certain Treasures of Heaven and Earth for Body Tempering, which could also allow him to achieve the Physique of a Body Refining Cultivator.

Therefore, what ultimately spurred him to make the decision to wield the sword was that enormous temptation: becoming the master of the Blood Slaughter Sword.

If there was truly a sliver of hope, it was worth it, even if it meant wasting one or two hundred years as a Living Dead (a Living Dead’s lifespan is drastically reduced).

The Blood Slaughter Sword didn’t think he could succeed because it didn’t know he could reincarnate endlessly.

The Blood Slaughter Sword thought that after becoming a Living Dead, he would only have one or two hundred years to comprehend its Sword Intent. Of course, that would be incredibly difficult.

After all, it was hard enough for a Living Dead to even maintain consciousness, let alone continue to comprehend Sword Intent. That was adding difficulty on top of difficulty.

But the truth was, he had a nearly infinite amount of time to comprehend the Sword Intent within the Blood Slaughter Sword Scripture.

"Thank you for granting my wish, Elder."

Shi Shentong watched them speak in riddles, slightly moved, but he was sensible enough not to interrupt with questions.

"Then let’s begin." Even though the Blood Slaughter Sword didn’t deliberately emphasize its tone or feign ferocity, everyone could feel the murderous intent that saturated its voice.

Not long after it finished speaking, everyone felt a terrifying aura rise from the depths of the Holy Blood Sect.

Soon, a longsword, crimson from hilt to tip, flew silently into the small hall from outside, emanating a monstrously terrifying aura.

That day, Du Youqian had only caught a glimpse of this sword from a distance. Now, he finally had the chance to examine it up close.

The body of the sword looked as if it were made of thick, liquid blood, constantly flowing. Upon closer inspection, it wasn’t blood, but densely packed symbols and patterns, flowing without end.

Anyone with trypophobia would probably faint on the spot.

Du Youqian extended his hand, and the sword landed in his grasp.

This was the true body of the Blood Slaughter Sword.

The moment the sword was in his hand, Du Youqian could immediately feel that he could seemingly control it to do anything. With just a single thought, the sword would carry out his will on its own.

It was completely unlike wielding his "Jinhuan" sword, which required constant control with his Divine Sense. With Jinhuan, he had to imbue it with his Sword Intent at the critical moment, and after striking, he still had to correct its direction, force, and so on...

But with the Blood Slaughter Sword, you only needed to tell it what to do, and it would naturally know how.

A mature sword knows how to kill on its own.

That whole idea of "swords are tools, they have no will of their own..."

Wrong. While the Blood Slaughter Sword was the finest of tools, it had a will of its own.

If it was willing to listen to you, your efforts would be multiplied, and you could even unleash ten or a hundred times its power.

If it was unwilling, you couldn’t even use it to cut tofu.

This sword was just that powerful.

It wasn’t just psychological. Grasping the hilt, Du Youqian could naturally feel it—a vast, boundless, and magnificent power that seemed capable of swallowing heaven and earth.

Compared to it, his own Golden Core Cultivation was like a firefly next to the bright moon, or a single splash of a wave against the vastness of the ocean.

Holding the Blood Slaughter Sword, Du Youqian also sensed its weakness, and its craving for Essence Blood.

It was like a mighty warrior, strong enough to take on ten thousand men, who had been starved for seven days and seven nights. Weakened by hunger, he lay on the ground, barely breathing, unable to even hold a pair of chopsticks steady.

But as long as it could drink its fill of Essence Blood, it could immediately recover some strength, raise its pot-sized fists, and beat a ferocious tiger to death.

Du Youqian looked at the ten Core Formation Masters from the Holy Blood Sect and the Taihe Sect. Their expressions varied.

Some had already accepted their fate calmly. Some faced it with a smile. Others revealed looks of indignation, but they dared not voice their anger.

One was lost in thought, his mind wandering. Who knows what he was thinking? Perhaps he was reminiscing about his first love from centuries ago.

Du Youqian bowed to them. "Fellow Daoists, my apologies! Do you have any last words?"

"Come on!" one of them laughed heartily. "Don’t dawdle."

Chen Master said impatiently, "It’s one strike of the blade whether you stick your neck out or pull it in. Just get it over with."

Others remained silent, their heads bowed in sorrow.

Du Youqian took it all in, sighed, and said, "Farewell!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a tremendous, irresistible suction force erupted from the Blood Slaughter Sword. In a single instant, it drained every last drop of Essence Blood from the ten of them.

However, Du Youqian could sense that their flames of life, though now weaker than that of a tiny mouse, had not truly been extinguished.

’So this is what it means to be a Living Dead?’

’It’s just like being in a vegetative state.’

Du Youqian could feel that one or two of the more powerful ones still had activity in their Divine Sense.

He estimated that once they recovered a little, they would be able to communicate with the outside world using their Divine Sense.

In fact, from what Du Youqian could feel, the Blood Slaughter Sword was fully capable of draining the Essence Blood of every person in the world in a very short time to help it recover to its peak.

If the Blood Slaughter Sword ever truly had such a thought, no one in this world would be able to stop it.

That would be the true apocalypse.

With a grim face, Shi Shentong made a gesture, and several Foundation Establishment and Body Refining Cultivators came to carry the ten people out to a designated resting place.

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