Chapter 43

Huang Longzi, his tongue as brilliant as a lotus, spoke with all his might, alternating between threats and pleas, until his mouth was dry and his tongue parched. Wei Shizhao remained unmoved, neither responding nor showing himself again.

Half a month later, Huang Longzi burst into a desperate laugh, muttering to himself, finally revealing the truth.

He was the personal disciple of the sect leader of the Xuantong Sect, Han Chisong, with nine innate orifices, a natural affinity for water, and all nine orifices aligned along the same meridian. His talent was hailed as the best in a hundred years. Chisongzi, admiring his extraordinary talent, took him under his wing, teaching him the Ice Heart Sutra instead of the Taiyi Foundation Scripture. Huang Longzi was diligent, and in just one year, he cultivated the Ice Heart Sutra to its initial stage, forming a high-quality Dao embryo.

After breaking through the Dao embryo stage, Huang Longzi was full of confidence and unstoppable, consecutively breaking through the Sword Seed and Sword Mastery stages. He was regarded as the top disciple of the second generation in the Xuantong Sect, unmatched in his time.

Huang Longzi had a young junior sister, in the prime of her youth, beautiful and kind to him. They were a perfect match and became partners. However, an unforeseen event occurred on their wedding night. His junior sister suddenly revealed her fangs, draining his essence and destroying his Dao embryo, even trying to take his life.

At the critical moment, Huang Longzi reversed the Ice Heart Sutra, burning his lifespan to narrowly escape her clutches.

Proud and arrogant, he did not beg his master for help. What was the point of being protected by his master if his Dao embryo was destroyed? He was determined to reclaim what he had lost with his own hands. He left the Xuantong Sect alone, delving deep into the vast Kunlun Mountains, reaching the Ghost Gate Abyss, and after great hardship, found an ice silkworm egg, which he swallowed to start cultivating the Ice Heart Sutra again.

The path of a human and a demon diverged. Swallowing a living ice silkworm egg and drawing on its cold energy to cultivate the Ice Heart Sutra was like drinking poison to quench thirst, with severe drawbacks. He had to consume the fresh blood from the heart of demons to alleviate the backlash of the cultivation technique. But Huang Longzi could not afford to consider these risks. He staked his life on this one chance to avenge himself against his junior sister. However, his impatience led to a catastrophic failure.

His junior sister, the one he hated to the bone, the one he could not forget for a moment, the one with a seductive gaze, the one with honeyed words and a treacherous heart, was named Cao Yu.

As a person neared death, their words became sincere, but before he could finish his sincere words, the backlash of the Ice Heart Sutra struck one last time. Huang Longzi gritted his teeth, calling Cao Yu's name until the ice sealed his throat, freezing his body and soul. This time, there was no chance of recovery.

The stone chamber was filled with cold air, like the depths of winter, with a heavy snowstorm. Wei Shizhao took several deep breaths, held his breath, and carefully circled around to Huang Longzi's back. Indeed, there was a cave in the stone wall, containing a flying sword and a jade slip.

Wei Shizhao did not rashly reach out. He gently tapped the sword hilt with an iron rod. The flying sword seemed to sense something, floating up hesitantly before falling back down.

Gathering his courage, Wei Shizhao picked up the flying sword. The blade was only a foot and a half long, like a pool of clear water, shimmering and flowing. Two small seal script characters, "Xunlong," were engraved on the hilt. He focused intently, noticing a lively spark of spirituality within the sword, darting about as if playing hide-and-seek.

He put away the flying sword and took the jade slip, not having time to examine it closely, and quickly left the stone chamber. Before leaving, he glanced back at Huang Longzi, who was covered in thick ice, with no sign of life, unsure if he was dead or alive.

Wei Shizhao found a corner to sit, feeling a bit excited. He first took out the Xunlong Sword and activated the Earth Qi of the Geng position, gradually restricting the movement of the spark of spirituality, trying to capture it. When the spark was forced to the tip of the sword, it suddenly became agitated, struggling fiercely and escaping from the tip, flying out of the snow cave and vanishing without a trace.

Wei Shizhao could not catch it, but he vaguely guessed that the spark of spirituality was actually the "Sword Seed" Huang Longzi had cultivated, connected to his Dao embryo. With his Dao embryo destroyed, the Sword Seed became ownerless, and it was not something Wei Shizhao could control.

He put down the flying sword and carefully examined the jade slip. The jade slip was three inches long, an inch and a half wide, and a few tenths of an inch thick, smooth and warm to the touch. Wei Shizhao hesitated for a moment, then pressed the jade slip to his forehead. After waiting for a long time with no response, he awkwardly took it off, feeling a bit foolish.

He tried injecting Earth Qi of the Geng position. After a moment, rows of tiny characters, as fine as spider silk and a deep red, appeared on the jade slip, appearing and disappearing with the flow of his primordial energy.

Wei Shizhao strained his eyes to read through it. The jade slip recorded a cultivation technique, the Ice Heart Sutra of the Kunlun lineage. Huang Longzi had not lied; the fresh blood from the heart of demons could indeed alleviate the backlash of the cultivation technique.

However, at the end of the Ice Heart Sutra, Wei Shizhao discovered a strange spell. By using the Ice Heart Sutra to refine the fresh blood from the heart of demons, there was a very small chance of forming a "Blood Crystal." The Blood Crystal, as fine as dust, had a special use: it could carry a person's soul and spirit, infiltrate another person's orifices, and seize control of their body.

So, Huang Longzi had been gambling on this slim chance!

Without hesitation, Wei Shizhao returned to the stone chamber, injected Earth Qi of the Geng position, and the Xunlong Sword emitted a faint yellow light. He swung the sword, beheading Huang Longzi, whose neck was completely sealed by ice, with not a drop of blood spilling.

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