Chapter 30

Shen Lian still held the sandalwood sword he had carved himself, the subtle scent of sandalwood calming his mind.

Yet, it could not dispel the irritation, like the heat of summer, even with cool ice, it could not completely eliminate the heat.

The young man's hand roamed over Yan's body, making her pant and flush. Suddenly, the young man seemed to increase the force of his hand, becoming very rough, causing Yan to cry out in pain, a mix of complaint and appeal.

"Who is your teacher? You injured me last time, and we haven't settled the score yet." The young man had some black patterns at the corners of his eyes, adding to his sinister charm.

"You talk too much."

The wooden sword flicked, like a sudden storm, swiftly arriving.

Shen Lian's swordsmanship was self-taught. This wooden sword attack, though heavy with sword shadows, did not seem very lethal.

It was like a child's play, without any grandeur.

But in the young man's eyes, it was different. The tip of the sword trembled, like countless points of light.

Each point of light was clear and pure.

Shen Lian's eyes dimmed slightly, but the points of light brightened together.

No one else could see the points of light, only the young man could.

This was Shen Lian's soul power released in the form of the 'God-Slaying Sword,' with a mysterious and special power, capable of killing the living soul, unlike martial arts techniques or internal energy, and unable to break stones, but for the young man, it was more terrifying than these.

Everyone has a soul, and the thoughts and desires in their hearts, if deep enough, become notions,寄托于某种意象或事物上，聚沙成土，便成了神灵或魔头。

The essence of the young man was that he had accepted the notions formed by the greed of the world, thus gaining some supernatural abilities, though not pure, he still had his own existence.

Similarly, Shen Lian's irritation towards him made the young man even more agitated.

Shen Lian had no杂念, his spirit was pure.

The sinister aura around him was subtly restrained.

He only remembered that many years ago, there was someone who gave him the same feeling.

That was an ordinary person, a scholar, but his thoughts were righteous, and his spirit was focused.

He broke their temple, smashed their golden statues, and made them wander outside. In the end, they had to rely on deceiving Xu Hong to gradually recover.

Shen Lian's sword attack was insubstantial, and if seen by a martial arts master, it would not be worth a smile. However, it had its merits, particularly in its rhythm.

In the competition between experts, things change in an instant. It's not just about having more sophisticated techniques to defeat the enemy and dominate the world.

It's like a simple move called 'Welcoming Guest with Pine,' which, when performed, is like a gentle breeze over a mountain pine, the sword forming an arc.

But if it is too fast, the opponent might have already anticipated it, seeing your weakness and seizing the opportunity.

Because once you use full force, it's hard to change direction, and you are destined to fail.

If the sword is too slow, leaving room for yourself, it is easy for the opponent to strike with a powerful blow, breaking your sword momentum. Once you are at a disadvantage, 'Welcoming Guest with Pine' becomes 'Inviting the Wolf into the House.'

Shen Lian's move was nameless and formless, a casual thrust, without any intricate or profound changes, but it excelled in the trembling of the sword tip, creating multiple sword shadows, making it hard to distinguish between real and fake, yet leaving room for maneuver, as if ready to attack from all directions at any time.

The young man pulled Yan in front of him, letting the sword momentum cover her body.

He was an evil god, without any sense of propriety, morality, or righteousness, only for himself.

The wooden sword broke through the air, making a whistling sound, like the clear and short tones of metal and stone.

Just as the sword tip was about to pierce the undulating parts of Yan's body, it suddenly stopped.

The young man smiled sinisterly, his hand emitting black gas, like playing a lute, black lines extending out, trying to bind Shen Lian.

The points of light on the sword tip were like meteors and heavy rain.

The storm was fierce, and could not be added to.

Though it was a wooden sword, the coldness on the sword made Yan shudder, and she fainted.

These points of light did not target Yan, but turned in mid-air, colliding with the black gas from the young man, which were notions formed by human greed. A slight touch could make ordinary people mentally deranged, leading to all sorts of crazy actions.

The points of light were like holy light, purifying everything, melting the black gas like snow and ice.

The young man thought: This kid has such a pure spirit. If I could swallow him...

Thinking of this, his greed grew, as he had never encountered such pure soul power before. Unlike the righteous thoughts of that person from the past, which were like the sun, full of righteous energy.

Shen Lian's thoughts were just pure, and his soul power was strong. After swallowing him, he could save a lot of effort in refining.

If he could get this benefit alone, his abilities would naturally increase greatly.

He had the intention to keep the benefit to himself and did not inform his four brothers who were also practicing in the temple.

A thick black mist filled the hall, and in the mist, a pig's head with two long fangs and a large snout appeared.

Shen Lian saw clearly that it was a wild boar with bristles like steel needles, its tusks not yet retracted.

The young man was originally a wild boar in the mountains, but unlike his kin, he had defiled many spiritual beings in the vast mountains, thus gaining wisdom.

Later, he met the other four brothers and discovered the remains of a cultivator who practiced the divine way, learning some methods to absorb human desires, thus strengthening his divine soul and gaining some supernatural powers.

At first, he pretended to be a god in the village, gaining the faith of some foolish villagers, absorbing their greed and evil desires, and understanding human society.

The reputation of the Five Pass Gods spread from there.

The five evil gods, originally animals, had pure thoughts, but because they were mixed with evil desires, they became evil gods.

Because some people did not know better, they built a temple for the Five Pass Gods, giving the five creatures the opportunity to strengthen their cultivation.

Perhaps because the place where they were located had not seen the manifestation of deities for a long time, the five evil gods, with their ability to send dreams, became even more supernatural.

Absorbing human desires, they also gained human nature, becoming even more adept at deceiving people.

Ultimately, being evil gods born from evil desires, they acted without restraint. The young man, in particular, transformed into a human and harmed many virtuous women, finally attracting a righteous scholar.

The five evil gods, being beasts, had become accustomed to using their supernatural powers and forgot what they were.

Their evil methods, which confused people's minds, were completely suppressed by the scholar's righteous energy, unable to be used at all. In the end, their statues were smashed, and they were injured and fled.

Only the young man, with the lightest injuries, recovered relatively quickly, and was able to come out to harm the Xu family.

Among the Five Pass Gods, the young man, who was a wild boar, was the most lecherous and had the most schemes.

That was why he had set his sights on Shen Ruoxi, wanting to use the Shen family to gain more believers to help him cultivate.

In the black mist, the wild boar limped toward Shen Lian.

Shen Lian stood still, holding his sword, like a statue.

Suddenly, there were two Shen Lian, one with a sword, motionless, and the other floating out, not touching the ground.

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