Who Let Him Cultivate?! (WX)-Chapter 740: One Sword Into Ten Thousand Swords

The Innate Daoist Priest was immersed in his memories from 120,000 years ago, while the Taciturn Daoist Priest held a brush, recording the Innate Daoist Priest’s memoirs. If one ignored the contents of the Taciturn Daoist Priest’s notes, this would be a harmonious scene between the young and the old.

The Innate Daoist Priest spoke from dawn until dusk, only stopping when the barbeque skewers he had eaten at noon were completely digested.

Lu Yang and Gan Tian swept their spiritual consciousness over what their shifu had written down. Worried that the Innate Daoist Priest couldn’t accept the Taciturn Daoist Priest’s overly advanced publicity concepts and might do something extreme, like an ancestor beating up an unworthy descendant, they tacitly agreed not to mention the matter.

Moreover, they couldn’t exactly say that what their master recorded was wrong. At the very least, every sentence originated from the Innate Daoist Priest’s words. They could at most call it slightly embellished.

“So Second Senior Brother learned his skill of inverting black and white from Shifu,” Gan Tian remarked through an auditory message.

All the dregs of the Taciturn Daoist Priest had been absorbed by Ye Zijin. No wonder he has such a terrible reputation in the western Buddhist Kingdom.

“If Second Senior Brother learned it from Shifu, then where did Shifu learn these skills?”

“From Eighth Elder. Wasn’t it said that Shifu was raised by Eighth Elder through all the shitty hardships of child rearing?”

“Then what about Eighth Elder? Our Grand-Shifu doesn’t seem to be that kind of character, does he?”

“He’s a self-taught talent.”

“Exceptionally gifted, indeed.”

As the Innate Daoist Priest had yet to begin cultivating, he lacked spiritual consciousness. Seeing the Taciturn Daoist Priest rapidly taking notes and filling several pages densely, he knew this reigning sect leader had recorded everything he said and nodded in satisfaction.

“Work hard. I have high hopes for you.”

The Innate Daoist Priest was in high spirits. It’s rare to find someone who doesn’t mind my long-windedness and is willing to listen to me talk about history.

The more he looked at the Taciturn Daoist Priest, the more he found him pleasing to the eye. Of course, it might also have been because both of them were prone to getting lost.

Receiving the Innate Daoist Priest’s approval, the Taciturn Daoist Priest immediately declared, “Rest assured, Founding Ancestor, I will definitely promote your glorious deeds of establishing the Dao-Seeking Sect!”

“Good, good, good! With people like you in the sect, how could the sect not prosper?!”

“By the way, Founding Ancestor, do you know where Founding Ancestor Vast Sea is?” The Taciturn Daoist Priest hadn’t finished paying respects to all the prominent figures.

The Innate Daoist Priest shook his head. “I don’t know.”

The Dao-Seeking Sect was vast, and without a way to contact the Vast Sea Daoist Lord, no one could find him.

“Oh, your eldest disciple and the previous sect leader might be able to find Vast Sea.”

The Taciturn Daoist Priest grimaced and didn’t continue that line of conversation. Everyone knows that Little Zhi and Shifu are definitely aware of where the Vast Sea Daoist Lord is.

“It’s getting late. I should head back first.” The Innate Daoist Priest yawned. After jabbering on for most of the day, he was exhausted.

“Let me see you off,” the Taciturn Daoist Priest offered enthusiastically. He wasn’t afraid of revealing the Innate Daoist Priest’s identity by escorting him. After all, the Innate Daoist Priest’s public identity was the Vast Sea Daoist Lord’s disciple, making his seniority second in the Dao-Seeking Sect.

After seeing off the Innate Daoist Priest, the Taciturn Daoist Priest returned to Heaven’s Gate Peak. “Come come, both of you, tell me everything that’s happened since I left last time.”

The Taciturn Daoist Priest had heard about the major events regarding the Demon Region, half-immortals, and the like on his journey, and they were all connected to Lu Yang. Now that he had the chance to question the person involved, he wasn’t going to waste it.

The last time the Taciturn Daoist Priest returned was just after the sect celebration ended, when Lu Yang was only at the Golden Core Stage. Now, Lu Yang was already at the Intermediate Nascent Soul Stage. A lot must have happened in that time.

Since it was his personal experience, Lu Yang recounted it eloquently.

As he spoke, Lu Yang realized something was amiss. “Wait, hasn’t it only been slightly over a year since I advanced from the Intermediate Golden Core Stage to the Intermediate Golden Core Stage? How did so many things happen?”

The Taciturn Daoist Priest listened happily. These are all source materials for storytelling! They’re far more eventful than the Founding Ancestor’s experiences.

The Founding Ancestor just had difficulties establishing the sect and contended with cultivators of the same realm.

But look at Lu Yang here. Although he’s only at the Nascent Soul Stage, the enemies he provokes are minimally at the Transcendent Tribulation Stage. On a good day, he can even attract a couple of half-immortals.

If Lu Yang’s troublemaking ability had been around in the Founding Ancestor’s era, the Great Yu Dynasty would have perished twenty thousand years earlier. The Great Yu Imperial Preceptor then was only at the Transcendent Tribulation Stage.

“...The Myriad Spells Daoist Lord suddenly kowtowed just like that. I was quite surprised too.” Lu Yang naturally couldn’t reveal anything about the Everlasting Immortal Fairy, so he insisted it was a coincidence.

However, in the Taciturn Daoist Priest’s eyes, it didn’t matter whether it was a coincidence. “Alright, rest for a day. I’ll impart to you the sword technique One Sword Into Ten Thousand Swords tomorrow.”

The last time the Taciturn Daoist Priest returned to the sect, he had wanted to teach this move, but Lu Yang’s cultivation level was insufficient. This technique required the Divine Transfiguration Stage, and Lu Yang had just qualified for it.

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At dawn, Lu Yang was dressed in his training attire and held his Qingfeng Sword, brimming with energy.

“Originally, I wanted to teach you both ‘Human and Sword as One’ and ‘One Sword Into Ten Thousand Swords,’ but since you were unwilling to learn ‘Human and Sword as One,’ let’s leave it at that.

“You have already achieved the prerequisite conditions: sword follows the heart, a clear mental state, qi and sword merged, and movement and stillness as one.”

Usually, only a Sword Dao genius at the Divine Transfiguration could reach these four states. But as someone with a Sword Spirit Root, Lu Yang had already attained these realms while comprehending the Sword Dao.

“Keep the inner mind clear, discard distracting thoughts, and focus on the Sword Dao. Drive the sword qi to leave the body and take form. Merge your spiritual consciousness with the sword qi to achieve autonomous differentiation of sword qi. With a single thought, transform it into tens of thousands of sword qi.

“Just like this.”

The Taciturn Daoist Priest extended his index finger, and a strand of sword qi leaped forth. As he gently swayed his finger, the afterimages left by the sword qi in the air transformed into numerous additional strands of sword qi.

Lu Yang marveled at the sight, never expecting sword qi could be used in such a way.

“Sit cross-legged, calm the heart, relax, and be natural. Your hands must be clenched tightly, and your eyes must look straight. Qi circulates through the loops, cycling without cease...” The Taciturn Daoist Priest taught the heart mantra of the sword technique.

Lu Yang’s talent in Sword Dao was not at all inferior to his talent in spells. A little guidance was enough for him to understand.

Shing! Accompanied by thousands of strands of sword qi, the Qingfeng Sword left its scabbard, its cry resembling a dragon’s roar.

“Go!” Lu Yang gave a soft cry. The Qingfeng Sword soared into the sky, followed by thousands of sword qi. It was akin to a massive army charging in the sky with the Qingfeng Sword as the general commanding the troops.

With a thought from Lu Yang, the thousands of sword qi solidified, forming thousands of replicas of the Qingfeng Sword.

“Success!”

Lu Yang brought two fingers together and pressed downward. The thousands of Qingfeng Swords fell like rain, whistling through the air as they struck the ground. Turf was ripped up, trees toppled, and the earth was riddled with holes.

If a Basic Divine Transfiguration cultivator had been standing below, they would have been turned into a hedgehog.

Lu Yang was elated. In just half a day, he had mastered ‘One Sword Into Ten Thousand Swords,’ the technique that had stumped countless Sword Dao geniuses.

The Taciturn Daoist Priest was gratified and nodded. This youngest disciple learns sword techniques even faster than me back in the day.

Neither shifu nor disciple noticed the puppet secretly watching them from the shadows with an eerie gaze.

“Since it works with the Qingfeng Sword...” Lu Yang had a new idea. He put away the Qingfeng Sword and took out the Sword-Cleansing Pond.

“Qi circulates through the loops, cycling without cease... Go!”

The Sword-Cleansing Pond shot skyward and multiplied into thousands of copies in the air, forming an oppressive mass like storm clouds had gathered.

“Fall!”

The Sword-Cleansing Ponds plummeted like a meteor shower, carrying an unavoidable sword intent as they crashed into the ground. The firm earth was dented considerably, and even an Intermediate Divine Transfiguration cultivator would be crushed to death by this sword technique.

“As I thought, the Sword-Cleansing Pond is even more powerful!”

The Taciturn Daoist Priest looked at the Sword-Cleansing Pond in bewilderment.

“Why does this thing look so familiar?”