Chapter 9

The cultivation technique is a sword art called the "Fierce Wind Sword Art," a fourth-grade sword art among the medium-grade cultivation techniques, easy to master.

Song Ting originally only wanted to exchange for a lower-grade cultivation technique, but due to the strengthening of his divine soul, he gained the ability to wield a medium-grade sword art.

"System, change the fourth grade to the ninth grade!"

[Ding! Modification successful. The result is as follows:]

[Ninth-grade Fierce Wind Sword Art, upper-medium grade cultivation technique, gathers wind and thrusts the blade forward...]

[Yin-Yang Value Balance: 1650]

Song Ting didn't dare to modify the sword art to a high-grade one, as with his current fourth-layer Qi Cultivation, he feared he wouldn't be able to activate a high-grade sword art.

The pages of the sword art flipped with the wind, the text refined, only the flaws were modified, and the strengths were polished.

The weapon was a black copper longsword, with an eight-sided blade, a common magical tool suitable for Qi Cultivators.

Weapons can be classified from low to high as: magical tools, spirit tools, magical treasures, supreme treasures, immortal treasures, and great dao artifacts.

These are not further detailed in grades, as the types below magical treasures are diverse, and supreme treasures are rare, while immortal treasures are as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns.

As for great dao artifacts, it is said that only one exists in a world.

"System, how many Yin-Yang Values are needed to modify the magical tool into a spirit tool?" Song Ting asked, holding the black copper sword.

[300 points needed]

"What if it's modified into a magical treasure?" He continued to ask.

[1000 points needed]

Song Ting inwardly gasped; it seemed that the transformation from a magical tool to a magical treasure was a significant leap.

"Still, just modify it to a spirit tool."

[Ding! Modification successful. The result is as follows:]

[Black Copper Longsword, spirit tool, the blade remains unstained, cutting through iron like butter, emitting sword beams...]

[Yin-Yang Value Balance: 1350]

The last piece of defensive equipment was a treasure bead, which could withstand three full-power attacks from a Qi Cultivation at the peak.

Song Ting was generous with the defensive equipment.

After all, life was the most important.

In the end, he spent 500 Yin-Yang Values to evolve the treasure bead into a semi-magical treasure, capable of withstanding three full-power attacks from a Golden Core Cultivator.

After enhancing his equipment, Song Ting began practicing the Fierce Wind Sword Art.

A few days later, nine loud and distant bell sounds echoed from the highest peak of the Huanhuan Sect, resounding throughout the sect!

Disciples of the Huanhuan Sect looked in the direction of the bell sounds, their expressions filled with excitement.

The plunder was about to begin!

After the bell sounds gradually faded, several hundred streams of light flew out from the main peak, heading in all directions.

These streams of light had clear destinations, each entering the tokens of the disciples.

Song Ting's token naturally received a stream of light.

After all the streams of light had landed, the deputy sect leader stood on the large bell with one hand behind his back and shouted loudly, "Disciples who received the stream of light, follow me down the mountain!"

As he spoke, Deputy Sect Leader Chu Wang drew his sword, a loud phoenix cry echoing through the clouds as he soared into the sky!

Below, the elders responsible for this plunder also summoned their flying magical tools and followed behind Chu Wang.

Disciples without flying tools all ran with all their might, their faces filled with excitement, like fish surging to the mountain gate.

After checking if their tokens had received the stream of light, these disciples could go down the mountain and act as they pleased.

"This stream of light seems unusual." Song Ting mused as he walked down the mountain.

"System, detect!"

[An ordinary sect token, containing a divine consciousness, which originates from a Core Formation cultivator]

Song Ting was surprised; the owner of the stream of light must be the sect leader of the Huanhuan Sect.

"I'm carrying a surveillance device with me." He laughed.

It seemed impossible to escape the Huanhuan Sect this way.

The plunder of the Huanhuan Sect centered around the sect, allowing disciples to act as they pleased within a thousand-mile radius.

A thousand miles was precisely the range a Core Formation cultivator's divine consciousness could cover.

If a disciple left this range, it would be disastrous.

On the other hand, core members like Chu Wang would go beyond the thousand-mile radius to plunder cultivation resources.

They were already bound to the fate of the Huanhuan Sect and would not flee.

At this moment, in a small country three thousand miles away from the Huanhuan Sect, Chu Wang's sword arrived before he did!

A high-pitched phoenix cry echoed, and the sword qi was fierce and arrogant, breaking through the protective array of a cultivation family with one strike!

"Which senior has arrived, junior..."

A middle-aged, pot-bellied man appeared, bowing low, but before he could finish his sentence, he was turned into a pile of flesh by Chu Wang's palm!

After killing the middle-aged man, Chu Wang instantly moved to a beautiful young woman.

"Was the one who just died your master? He was too weak, a Foundation Establishment cultivator can be a clan leader here, but he couldn't protect you, right?"

The young woman was terrified, tears streaming down her face, and she could only nod repeatedly.

Chu Wang touched the young woman's tear-streaked face, suddenly pinching her white peak. "Will you follow me from now on, do you understand?"

The young woman nodded repeatedly and sensibly burrowed into Chu Wang's arms.

"Such a lack of backbone, hahaha, your man just died at my hands!"

Chu Wang laughed loudly, his hand suddenly reaching down and instantly draining the young woman's yin essence.

The young woman was struck like by lightning, urinating, and then blood gushed from her body, collapsing to the ground, unable to get up.

Half an incense stick later, a small cultivation family was annihilated.

Sometimes fate is so sudden; you may have dreams of becoming a celestial, but Chu Wang has arrived.

Song Ting, at the foot of the mountain, was unaware of the tragic events far away, only focusing on finding the treasure.

"Which way did I come again?" Song Ting had forgotten the way.

He had been at the Huanhuan Sect for a few months, and his memory was a bit fuzzy.

Just as Song Ting was lost, a familiar figure appeared.

Shi Xingwang emerged from a narrow path, his eyes dark as he stared at Song Ting.

"Brother Song Ting, it's been a long time." He spread his arms as if to hug Song Ting.

Song Ting turned and saw Shi Xingwang approaching slowly, and he smiled. "I wondered why there was a pig manure smell."

"It's Little Shi."

Shi Xingwang's face darkened, suppressing his anger, and he laughed. "Song Dog, digging pig manure is better than selling out your brothers."

Song Ting also suppressed his anger, pointing at Shi Xingwang's face. "Why have you become so effeminate?"

"Oh, right, how is the elder's rod education? Is your ass uncomfortable?"

Shi Xingwang's face turned red, his fists clenching so hard his nails dug into his flesh.

"Song Ting, there's no Senior Sister Sui to protect you here, you can't rely on women!"

Sui Manying was not part of this plundering team; the Huanhuan Sect would leave half the disciples to guard the sect to prevent internal emptiness.

Song Ting looked at the enraged Shi Xingwang, drew his sword, and pointed it at him. "I, Song Ting, can use women, but I will never rely on them!"

"Using a sword to point at an inner sect disciple, outer sect disciple Song Ting, you have a lot of guts!"

Shi Xingwang drew a longsword from behind his back, and the two faced off.

Both knew they were irreconcilable and simultaneously lunged at each other with their swords!

"Song Ting, do you know, I dream of killing you every night!"

"Just like this, we exchange blows, but only you will die!"

For sword cultivators, a full-power battle would determine the winner in one move!

Life or death would be decided within ten moves!

Song Ting's black copper eight-sided sword was formidable, the sword teeth emitting gusts of wind, slicing through the air toward Shi Xingwang!