Male Inferiority and Female Supremacy in the World of Immortal Cultivation-Chapter 54 - . Cultivator’s Life and Death are Unpredictable

Chapter 54: 54. Cultivator’s Life and Death are Unpredictable

Fang Zhou had firmly memorized all the critical points mentioned by Yan Chixia; whether the task could be completed depended on this information.

After Yan Chixia finished speaking, her complexion remained rosy; her originally cracked lips had become moist, and her eyes sparkled with vitality. She didn’t look like someone on the brink of death at all.

Fang Zhou hesitated, “Are you sure you don’t need my help to get out? You seem like you could live another thirty or fifty years without any problem.”

Yan Chixia shook her head, speaking frankly, “I’ve been injured at my foundation by the Tree Demon, and tormented over the past year. I’m already at the end of my tether, barely hanging on by a thread of Innate True Qi. In a little while, once this thread of True Qi dissipates, I’ll be beyond saving, with no hope of resurrection, no matter who comes.”

Fang Zhou felt a twinge of regret. Had he known, he would have gotten some wine from Ling Xiaoyue to bring along; the healing effects of her wine were quite potent. Now it seemed too late to go looking for her.

Yan Chixia stretched out her hands bound by iron chains and heavily slapped the ground.

With a bang, the floor of the cell exploded, sending dirt and stones flying. A dark sword box shot up from the ground, landing squarely in front of Fang Zhou.

Yan Chixia gazed nostalgically at the sword box, her eyes not like those of someone looking at an object, but at an old friend.

Then she said to Fang Zhou, “My teaching lineage comes from the Kunlun Ruins Hidden Sect. This sect has always remained concealed from the world, with sparse discipleship. The lineage has nearly died out with my generation. This Sword Box is a treasured artifact of the sect, containing the Xuanyuan Divine Sword, the complete Heaven and Earth Qiankun Technique, full volumes of the Sword Control Technique, along with the Sect Leader Seal.”

She encouraged Fang Zhou with her eyes, “Pick it up.”

Fang Zhou hesitated for a moment but eventually reached out to lift the Sword Box.

However, as soon as his fingers touched the box, it violently shook and a faint sound of swords humming was heard, stinging Fang Zhou’s fingertips.

Frightened, Fang Zhou leaped backward, defensively holding up the Evil Slaying Sword.

Yan Chixia laughed heartily as if she had succeeded in a prank, “This Sword Box has a spirit, ordinary people can’t pick it up. However, you are the inheritor I’ve chosen. Give it another try; though it may cause some pain, it won’t cause injury.”

Fang Zhou gave her a glance, then walked straight over, and with both hands together, he hugged the Sword Box.

The Sword Box began to shake again, its stinging like needles against Fang Zhou’s hands. Enduring the pain, he held on tight, “I can handle huskies, I don’t believe I can’t deal with you.”

He struggled with the Sword Box, the box shook trying to escape, but Fang Zhou exerted all his strength, even employing the Qi Gathering Technique.

Yan Chixia watched with interest from the side but did not attempt to intervene.

Within just a few seconds, Fang Zhou was sweating profusely from the pain, feeling as if his hands were about to be riddled like a hornet’s nest.

But he clenched his teeth and bore it. Such a great opportunity presented before him, to not seize it would be a lifelong regret. A little pain was nothing; it was like being bitten by a dog.

When Fang Zhou’s hands were almost numb from the pain and his head was spinning, the Sword Box’s shaking finally began to slow, until it became completely still, the humming of swords ceased, and it no longer stung his hands.

Fang Zhou hurriedly rolled up his sleeves and saw not a single wound, just as Yan Chixia had said; he was unharmed.

Yan Chixia looked at Fang Zhou approvingly, “This was the Sword Box’s trial. If there had been even a slight intention to give up, or even the thought of it, you would have never been able to lift the Sword Box again. You have passed the trial.”

She hadn’t warned Fang Zhou beforehand, relying solely on his perseverance. Only in this way could he truly pass the Sword Box’s trial.

Fang Zhou wiped the sweat from his forehead, holding the Sword Box in his hands and inspecting it.

The sword box was rather heavy, carved from a solid piece of wood, with inscriptions on both sides that he could not understand.

Fang Zhou tried to open the sword box but couldn’t find the opening because it was seamless and whole, without any gaps, and it was impossible to tell which end was which.

He looked at Yan Chixia with a pleading expression, “How does this thing work?”

Yan Chixia chuckled, “Only after you have entered the entry-level of the Sword Control Technique, can you use it to open the sword box. Otherwise, no one can open it.”

Fang Zhou immediately showed a look that seemed to say, “Are you kidding me?” The Sword Control Technique was needed to open the sword box, yet the complete Sword Control Technique was inside the sword box; wasn’t this a vicious cycle?

But he quickly realized, wasn’t there a living textbook right in front of him? Yan Chixia knew how.

Seeing the change in Fang Zhou’s expression, Yan Chixia smiled again, “Come closer, I will transmit to you the incantations of the Sword Control Technique and a Buddhist Heart Sutra I acquired while wandering the world. This Heart Sutra is a powerful Buddhist mental method – consider yourself lucky, kid.”

So it was a combination of both Buddhist and Daoist cultivation; no wonder there was both a Buddhist Heart Sutra and the Limitless Heaven and Earth.

Fang Zhou set the sword box aside and leaned in to listen to Yan Chixia’s oral transmission.

She repeated it several times before Fang Zhou could barely remember it. Fortunately, both the mantra of the Sword Control Technique and the Heart Sutra were not long; otherwise, he would not have been able to remember them at all.

In the end, Yan Chixia solemnly told Fang Zhou, “Entering the Sword Control Technique is extremely difficult, and mastery is also extremely difficult. Even with my innate talents, I spent over three years before entering it. If you succeed in entering it and manage to open the sword box and acquire the Sect Leader Seal, then you will be the Sect Leader of the Kunlun Ruins Hidden Sect. If you cannot enter it, you must find a successor for me, and ensure the Hidden Sect’s inheritance does not cease! You may carry the sword box with you; it will save your life when necessary. Remember! Remember!”

Fang Zhou nodded with a grave expression. Since he had received the Hidden Sect’s inheritance, he naturally had to take responsibility. Fang Zhou understood such a simple principle.

It was then that Yan Chixia finally let out a deep sigh of relief, as if a heavy burden had been lifted. Her originally rosy complexion began to turn pale again.

Fang Zhou realized that she might really be living on borrowed time, persevering only to find a successor for the Hidden Sect.

Now that her final wish was fulfilled, death was not far away.

Fang Zhou felt some reluctance; Yan Chixia was a great hero who served justice by slaying demons and eradicating evil, and yet she was destined to die in obscurity in the dangerous dungeons of this place.

Seeing Fang Zhou’s distressed look, Yan Chixia spoke boldly and freely: “Don’t be sad, the life and death of cultivators are unpredictable. Besides, I have reached the Innate Realm, and my Divine Soul is already formed. Even in death, I am not scattered but can be reborn through reincarnation. Perhaps we will meet again someday.”

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Seeing how open-minded Yan Chixia was, Fang Zhou put away his reluctance and asked, “Do you have any final wishes?”

Yan Chixia looked at Fang Zhou and suddenly smiled, “I have practiced cultivation alone for many years, remaining a virgin without knowing the taste of love. Why not fulfill my wish before I die?”

She was originally extremely beautiful, and with that smile, she seemed alluring, making the entire dim dungeon seemingly glow.

Fang Zhou was dumbfounded, never having expected Yan Chixia to make such a request.

He could feel his heart pounding rapidly, his mouth dry and his tongue parched, unable to deny that he was slightly tempted.

But looking down, Fang Zhou’s mind cleared instantly, and he respectfully said, “Safe travels. I will remember you.”

No matter how beautiful she was, what joy could there be in a flat chest?

Yan Chixia burst into laughter, the laughter gradually becoming lower, and then it faded away.

She had passed.