"From today onwards, I will formally teach you the Dao of the Sword."
In the courtyard in front of the Great Hero Hall, Sword Master stood with his hands behind his back and said lightly.
"My Dao of the Sword has only one word: battle!"
"My Master once traveled the Nine Heavens alone with a single sword, defeating all swordsmen under heaven."
"I know many sword arts, but I will only teach you one."
He slowly raised his right hand, and a blood-colored long Blood Sword condensed in his hand.
Fang Ling looked at this Blood Sword, only feeling as if he was in a sea of corpses and blood, utterly terrified.
His Physical Body also unconsciously retreated, almost falling down.
"The sword art is called Blood Sword, and it refines the sword with blood!" Sword Master said lightly.
"This sword art is very simple to Cultivate; you just need to kill people."
"Use the enemy's blood to sacrifice and refine your own Blood Sword of Life."
"The stronger the person sacrificing the sword, the greater the improvement to the sword, which is why Master only killed experts back then."
"What I am showing you now is only one ten-thousandth of my power."
"If you were to face my Blood Sword of Life now, you would be directly shredded by the Killing Intent escaping from the Blood Sword!"
"All things are difficult at the beginning. The Cultivation process of the Blood Sword is simple, but getting started is not easy."
"Many people cannot pass the stage of condensing the Blood Sword of Life."
"It's not about needing high Aptitude or a strong Physique, but rather needing to possess pure Killing Intent!"
"Condense the Killing Intent into substance and fuse it with your own Qi and blood, then the Blood Sword can be formed."
"Haven't you always wanted to leave Hanshan Temple?"
"Once you condense your Blood Sword of Life, Master will agree to let you go down the mountain!"
"Really?" Fang Ling was overjoyed upon hearing this.
He had been staying in this small temple for so many years and had long wanted to go down the mountain to see the world.
"Of course." Sword Master nodded.
Then he raised his hand and pointed a finger at Fang Ling, imparting the sword art to him.
Fang Ling was full of motivation, so after receiving the sword art in the morning, he put all his heart into it.
......…
Evening, back mountain.
Sword Master and Zhao Manzi stood on the cliff, gazing at the distant sunset.
Fang Ling was not the only one longing for freedom; they had suffered for three hundred thousand years.
The sun was setting in the west and would soon go down the mountain.
The two turned around, preparing to return to their respective rooms to Cultivate.
However, at this moment, Fang Ling came running happily, his feet slapping the ground.
"Sword Master, I've condensed my Blood Sword of Life!" he shouted.
Sword Master frowned upon hearing this.
Zhao Manzi, who was beside him, also looked at him and asked, "When did you teach him?"
"At noon today..." Sword Master muttered.
He looked at Fang Ling and said, "Since you've succeeded, show it to your Master."
"Mm!" Fang Ling nodded, then raised his right hand in a proper manner.
The seemingly innocent and naive little child instantly underwent a drastic change in temperament.
Brutal and violent Killing Intent surged from his body, and an evil dark red Blood Sword appeared in his hand.
Although this Killing Intent was not strong, it was exceptionally violent, as if it wanted to destroy everything.
The Old Monk and the other two, who were Cultivating elsewhere in the temple, immediately rushed to the back mountain upon sensing this evil aura.
"Master, this is the Blood Sword of Life I condensed!" Fang Ling said, "It should be considered a success, right?"
"Not bad." Sword Master nodded slightly.
"Then can I go down the mountain?" Fang Ling asked excitedly.
Sword Master smiled: "Yes, I agree to let you go down the mountain."
"However... it's just me who agrees. As for whether your other Masters agree, I don't know."
Though Fang Ling was young, he was very smart and immediately realized he had been tricked.
"Sword Master, you're being a cheat!"
"I don't care, I want to go down the mountain!"
"Didn't you say, Sword Master, that you are the strongest among all my Masters?"
"If the other Masters don't agree to let me go down the mountain, just beat them up until they agree."
He spoke like a little firecracker, rattling on and on.
"Sword Master, you're being a bit arrogant." Flower Thief chuckled.
"I admit your sword is strong, but it can't defeat me!"
"Firstly, I never said that; don't be fooled by this brat." Sword Master said lightly.
"Secondly, if you have the guts, don't use your divine movement technique and fight me head-on. I want to see how many of my swords you can block?"
Flower Thief: "If you don't let me use my divine movement technique, then what's the point of fighting?"
Zhao Manzi also glanced over, saying with a hint of dissatisfaction, "Sword Master, our battle back then, it seems the winner hasn't been decided yet, has it?"
"You actually dare to say you're the strongest among the five of us."
"How about we try again now? Let's see if your sword can break through my Physical Body."
"Alright, don't be so childish." The Old Monk spoke.
"Little Fang Ling, when you grow up a bit more, we'll let you go down the mountain. Don't think about it now."
"Go back and Cultivate obediently. The sooner you learn all our skills, the sooner you can go down the mountain."
"Oh..." Fang Ling was most obedient to the Old Monk, so hearing him say this, he could only sullenly return to his room.
After he left, the four of them simultaneously looked at Sword Master.
Sword Master secretly sighed and said, "Truly, I only taught him the Blood Sword today."
Because Cultivating the Blood Sword requires constantly arousing Killing Intent, it can easily affect one's Heart-Nature.
Therefore, they had previously unanimously decided not to let Fang Ling Cultivate it yet.
They feared that Fang Ling would be influenced by the demon ancestor's heart during Cultivation and become a monster who only knew how to kill.
"Although the consciousness of the demon ancestor's heart has been erased, it is still a demon heart after all."
"Affected by this heart, his personality is inevitably... which is why he was able to condense such an extremely evil Blood Sword!" Sword Master speculated.
"Perhaps!" The Old Monk nodded, "Fortunately, this Old Monk has taught him much in daily life."
"Only then was he able to suppress the madness in his heart and not become a demonic creature."
"You Old Monk, you're really good at praising yourself. We taught him better than you!" Flower Thief snorted.
......
Night, Fang Ling tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep.
He sat up and pounded his chest several times.
"It's so itchy! It's itching me to death!"
Two bones near his chest suddenly became itchy, making it difficult for him to sleep.
These two bones were the ones that had Rebirth after being dug out when he was a child.
He could feel strange runes surging on the bones, but he couldn't understand them at all.
Suddenly, he looked up and forward, sensing that someone had arrived!
The person entered the room silently, and by the moonlight, Fang Ling clearly saw the person's face.
"Master Manzi!" He was first puzzled, then delighted.
"You've come at just the right time, I feel..."
He had only spoken half a sentence when he realized something was wrong.
Ordinarily, Master Manzi gave off a feeling of being honest and simple.
But now, he was like a monster, his eyes terribly frightening.
He also had his mouth open, revealing a mouthful of sharp, non-human teeth.
"Little Fang Ling... you smell so good!"
"Will you let Master have a few bites?"
"Master, I really can't hold back!"
Drip, drip, saliva uncontrollably flowed from Zhao Manzi's mouth, dripping onto the ground.
Fang Ling was terrified, let out a cry, and quickly dodged away.
Zhao Manzi immediately chased after him and pinned him to the ground.
"Just one bite, Master will just have one bite!" Zhao Manzi stuck out his tongue and said crazily.
"But if I accidentally eat all of you in one bite, don't blame Master!"
"Help!" Fang Ling, pinned down, was powerless to resist and could only shout loudly.
Zhao Manzi grabbed Fang Ling, about to put him into his mouth.
At this critical moment, the Old Monk and the others arrived.
"This guy is having another episode..."
Flower Thief glanced helplessly at the grimacing Zhao Manzi and quickly rescued Fang Ling from his hands.
"Quick! Let's work together to suppress him first!" The Old Monk said urgently, with Buddha's light shining behind him.
It took a lot of effort for them to suppress Zhao Manzi.
And Fang Ling, who was hiding to the side, was scared silly.
He had always thought that the other Masters saying Master Manzi liked to eat people was a joke, but he never expected it to be true!