I Can Strengthen Infinitely

"You must be the renowned Bai Yue Sword Saint of Jiangnan," Qin Yuesheng asked.

Bai Yue paused for a moment, then nodded slowly and said, "That's me. I didn't expect that after leaving Jiangnan for so many years, people would still know my name."

Qin Yuesheng reached out and grabbed a wooden branch. As soon as the branch fell into his hand, he used it as a sword and displayed a set of sword techniques he had once obtained from the secret archives of the Sword Tomb, facing Bai Yue Sword Saint.

These sword techniques were all left behind by Bai Yue Sword Saint, so it could be said that Bai Yue Sword Saint was the most familiar with this set of techniques.

"Hmm," Bai Yue Sword Saint asked, "Could it be that you've entered the Sword Tomb's secret archives?"

"Indeed, I was fortunate enough to obtain the vast amount of pills left by Elder Bai, benefiting greatly. I've always wanted to thank you, but never had the chance. Finally, I've met you," Qin Yuesheng said with a smile.

Bai Yue Sword Saint's face showed a trace of nostalgia: "I've been away from Jiangnan for many years, and I even miss it. Is Jiangnan still stable now? Has the Great Tang been overthrown?"

Qin Yuesheng then recounted everything he knew, and Bai Yue Sword Saint sighed, "In the past, I left the Central Plains with several elders of the Li family to depart the realm of the Nine Provinces. The experiences thereafter were exceedingly complex; of the five of us, three were injured, and two died. The patriarch of the Li family was truly ruthless, not leaving any masters to guard the Great Tang. I was worried then whether their Li family's reign would remain a domain. Little did I imagine a nine-thousand-year-old would secretly protect the Great Tang on behalf of the Li family patriarch, but the manner was somewhat unorthodox."

"Elder Bai, have you been living here all these years? This place is very close to Western Shu. Why do you never return to take a look? Your legendary deeds still exist in Jiangnan today."

Bai Yue took a deep breath, and a stream of black qi shot out from his mouth like an arrow, piercing through a mountain in the distance, hundreds of feet away.

"I've traveled and gained a great deal, and now I've reached the level of Three Flowers Gathering at the Top Realm's slaying of the evil corpse. My malevolent thoughts are overwhelming, easy to occupy my mind. I must wholeheartedly suppress them without neglect, which is why I cultivate here until the day I successfully sever the evil corpse, then I can return home."

Qin Yuesheng was inwardly amazed, never expecting Bai Yue Sword Saint's realm to have reached such an unfathomable depth. In the Three Flowers Gathering at the Top Realm, the first step is the Self Flower, the second is the Good Flower, and the third is the Evil Flower. When all three flowers are severed, they gather at the top of the head, shining golden, as if an Immortal has descended to the mortal world.

In other words, Bai Yue Sword Saint's strength is only one step away from the Saint Wheel Realm. This step could be a major advancement or a minor one; it all depends on when the slaying of the evil corpse succeeds.

This level of strength is truly exceptional across the Nine Provinces worldwide.

Rumors had it back then that Bai Yue Sword Saint was an exceptionally gifted swordsman, and now it seems to be true.

However, even with such strength, it pales in comparison before the Immortals emerging from Heaven's Gate.

After learning from Qin Yuesheng that Immortals have reappeared in the mortal realm after a millennium, Bai Yue Sword Saint's expression became heavy.

Over the years, as he traveled outside the Nine Provinces, he learned many things, including the notion that every time an Immortal descends, the Celestial Dao of the mortal realm automatically rejects these foreign Immortals, causing disturbance and certain impacts on the mortal world.

The descent of Immortals is seen by the people as a sign of great fortune, but in reality, it can bring both fortune and misfortune, and no one can predict what will happen.

"If I weren't currently amidst the critical moment of slaying the evil corpse, I would truly want to visit beneath the Heaven's Gate in the Northern Desert," Bai Yue Sword Saint said.

Qin Yuesheng replied, "Do you have an estimate on the expected time, senior?"

"It's uncertain. If all goes well, it could be severed in the next breath, but if not, it might take a year or ten years at this checkpoint."

"That would be a pity; otherwise, I could take you to witness the Heaven's Gate right now."

"There's no need to hurry; fate will grant the opportunity in the future."

Qin Yuesheng was about to say something more when his expression suddenly changed, and he quickly told Bai Yue Sword Saint, "I suddenly have business to attend to, and must leave for a while."

With that, he left hastily. Bai Yue Sword Saint watched Qin Yuesheng's departing figure silently, then turned towards the direction of Forgotten Sword Village.

Qin Yuesheng practiced many Divine Skills, among which the Nine Yin and Nine Yang Nine Lives Scripture was undoubtedly the most profound.

This Divine Skill could communicate with the past, recall past life memories and transform them into incarnations to act on its behalf.

Qin Yuesheng's first incarnation, Qin Killer, had already been invoked for a long time. The second incarnation seemed perpetually stagnant, and despite his long cultivation, Qin Yuesheng had never sensed a breakthrough. Just moments ago, after finishing his conversation with Bai Yue Sword Saint, the bottleneck finally showed signs of loosening, prompting Qin Yuesheng to immediately bid farewell to Bai Yue Sword Saint and seek a quiet, uninhabited spot to gather strength and forge ahead for the second incarnation.

On a mountain peak, black mist swirled around, while the summit stood alone, bathed in moonlight.

Qin Yuesheng sat cross-legged at the peak, absorbed in the moonlight, concentrating his mind fully on cultivating the Nine Yin and Nine Yang Nine Lives Scripture.

His figure seemed to flicker, splitting into afterimages. In this state, Qin Yuesheng's whole being became ethereal, as if he might dissolve into the mortal world at any moment.

...

Willows lush, grow on both river banks.

From the sun in the sky, it seemed to be midday.

A white-robed swordsman sat under a tree by the riverside, leaning against a willow tree with his eyes closed, resting his mind. In his hand, he tightly gripped a long sword, his fingers clenched firmly, knuckles protruding, indicating he was exerting great force in secret.

A gentle breeze swept by, causing the willow branches to sway unconsciously, and an unusual aura began to permeate the air.

The white-robed swordsman, eyes closed, did not notice that right above his head, amidst the dense willow branches, a giant pale face was slowly appearing. This face clearly belonged to a woman, her face as white as flour, her eyes blood-red, and two streams of bloody tears flowed directly from her eyes.

The woman, seeing no one around, finally couldn't hold back. She opened her mouth wide and lunged at the man beneath the tree, her sharp teeth getting closer and closer to the man's head. At this critical moment, the man suddenly opened his eyes, emitting a burst of brilliant light.

Swoosh!

In an instant, the man swung his sword, turning it into a crescent-shaped sword light.

"Sizzle!"

Struck by the sword light, the woman let out a miserable scream, blood seeping from the corner of her mouth, clearly receiving considerable injury.

The white-robed swordsman stood up and laughed, "The evil aura and foul wind are so intense, I've finally caught you."

The woman's eyes were dark, combined with her gaping mouth full of sharp teeth, creating a terrifying visual impact. At this bright midday, who would have thought that such a ghastly face was hiding within the willow branches?

The white-robed swordsman waved his sword, causing the willow tree to tremble. Numerous willow branches, like tentacles, enveloped the white-robed swordsman, who immediately engaged in a fierce battle with his opponent.

It was evident that the white-robed swordsman was an expert in dealing with such sinister entities. His sword technique was no ordinary swordplay; each strike inflicted tremendous damage on the woman's face hiding within the willow tree, exposing sword marks on her visage.

As time wore on, the female demon could no longer endure. Suddenly, strong winds picked up around them, willow branches flailing and whistling as they flew towards the white-robed swordsman.

The white-robed swordsman remained calm and composed, chanting incantations under his breath. He touched something in his bosom and immediately took out a talisman, sticking it onto his long sword. Instantly, the entire sword burst into flames, transforming into a flame sword of magic.

In an instant, the white-robed swordsman slashed with force, sending out the flaming sword qi, effortlessly cutting open the woman's face.

Swoosh!

The woman's mournful wail echoed as she vanished, her soul dispersing instantly.

The white-robed swordsman took out a gourd tied to his waist. Removing the cork, the smoke from the dissipated woman's face automatically funneled into the gourd.

...

In a daze, a jumble of chaotic memories surged in Qin Yuesheng's mind, like waves rising in a turbulent sea.

Qin Yuesheng suddenly opened his eyes. With a flick of his finger, the soil in front of him trembled, and a coffin shot straight out from the ground.

This coffin was extremely old, made of stone. As the coffin lid was pushed open from inside, it immediately sprang open.

Inside the coffin was the white-robed swordsman Qin Yuesheng had just seen in his memories.

He still appeared as young as in the memories, holding a long sword in his arms. As Qin Yuesheng gazed at him, the white-robed swordsman slowly opened his eyes.

No communication or explanation was needed, the two already understood each other's situation.

"I've come to assist you," the white-robed swordsman said with a smile.

Like Qin Killer, he did not remember his name. Qin Yuesheng suggested, "Everyone needs a name. You can be called Qin Swordsman."

"A name is just a label. I'm fine with anything," he replied.

Due to Qin Yuesheng's rapid advancement in power, Qin Killer's own abilities had also received substantial feedback. As Qin Swordsman newly appeared, the feedback he received was even more astonishing, immediately granting him the power of an ordinary grandmaster.

If news of this spread, it would surely make countless people envious and green with jealousy.

"The situation is different now, with immortals descending to the world, which might provoke some changes. You should quickly return to Cyan Yang City to protect my parents and my fiancé."

Qin Swordsman nodded without unnecessary words, swiftly departing with an ethereal step, heading towards the direction of the Nine Prefectures.

With a grandmaster expert for protection, Qin Yuesheng felt much more at ease. With that, he could focus on traveling outside, seeking opportunities to sever good and evil corpses.

Having done all this, he rose and returned to Forgotten Sword Village.

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