I Can Devour Spirits

Not far from the dilapidated temple where Duan Rong was hiding, around seventy to eighty feet away in the wild field, Lv Qingzhu in pale cyan attire was dueling with Blood Monk Wu Xiang.

A faint cyan figure and a dark red figure, flashing back and forth!

Lv Qingzhu’s sword shadow seemed light and flickering, yet it was deeply profound, with power like an endless stream...

Lv Qingzhu suddenly slapped a sword on the blade surface of the Precept Blade in Wu Xiang’s hand, then seized the moment, her figure leaping, the sword shadow flipping, slicing towards Wu Xiang’s right shoulder.

Wu Xiang’s Precept Blade was heavy and powerful, yet his body was agile like a loach, his shoulder drooping to evade Lv Qingzhu’s sword.

Though his shoulder evaded Lv Qingzhu’s slash, that old monk robe, worn for who knows how many years, was cut open at the corner by Lv Qingzhu’s sword edge, flipping onto the shoulder.

Though the outside of the monk robe was dark red and old, the inside layer that was flipped open was bright scarlet, vivid and striking...

Seeing his monk robe being cut open, a trace of anger flashed in Wu Xiang’s eyes.

Wu Xiang’s Sumeru Blade Technique, had more than ten years of power behind it. The Precept Blade in his hand was heavy with two chipped sections, yet he had never changed it, because his blade technique did not rely on sharpness.

After a prolonged entanglement with Lv Qingzhu, Wu Xiang was quite astonished in his mind. With his cultivation, an average True Qi Realm Second Level martial artist would already be crushed into pulp by his Sumeru Blade.

Yet Lv Qingzhu not only blocked his attack but also seemed to emit a peculiar force from her sword moves, slowly infiltrating, already faintly pressing him down...

After all, being in a life-and-death duel, Wu Xiang’s perception was far sharper than usual.

With Lv Qingzhu’s sword shadow flickering, that peculiar force slowly infiltrating was Sword Intent.

Sword Intent was something only Qi Vortex Realm masters could comprehend after condensing the Qi Vortex.

A True Qi Realm martial artist couldn’t touch it at all.

But the Cold Plum Sword Technique Lv Qingzhu was cultivating had its own special features.

When choosing True Qi Realm martial arts, Lv Qingzhu merged her preferences with her father’s advice, originally, she had chosen several martial arts.

These True Qi Realm martial arts were quite reputable within Taiyi Sect, many accomplished elders in the Elder Hall had chosen these martial arts in their youth.

It could be said those martial arts were verified by countless sages.

However, when Lv Qingzhu showed these martial arts to her grandfather, he said none of them suited her.

At the time, Lv Qingzhu was only thirteen or fourteen, a youthful age of innocence.

She tugged at her grandfather’s beard, refusing to let go, asking which martial art to practice.

Her grandfather told her to return in a few days, but she was unwilling, and with much persuasion, he finally got her to leave.

A few days later, she went to her grandfather again, and indeed, he handed her a martial art—the Cold Plum Sword Technique she was now cultivating.

This Cold Plum Sword Technique was specially created for her by her grandfather.

Her grandfather lived in Deep Valley, on the cliff opposite his residence grew a cold plum from the crevice!

Though skinny, the plum endured bitterness, yet it bloomed as scheduled every December, facing the flying snow, blossoming a few small flowers on the cliff.

From the plum’s mental realm, combined with Lv Qingzhu’s temperament, her grandfather created this martial art.

Because this martial art was created by her grandfather, it fitted Lv Qingzhu’s temperament extremely well.

Originally, with Lv Qingzhu’s True Qi Realm, it was impossible to touch Sword Intent.

But the solitary plum’s mental realm resonated with her, her inner thoughts subtly responding to the mental realm her grandfather infused when creating the martial art, thus as Lv Qingzhu’s comprehension deepened, she gradually seeped out traces of Sword Intent during cultivation.

But this Sword Intent was not real Sword Intent, thus not a Martial Arts Realm.

Rather, it was a combination of mental realm and peculiar sword moves, achieving a similar effect to Sword Intent.

Just this additional effect immensely benefited Lv Qingzhu.

Because it’s not real Sword Intent, it only slowly seeps as Lv Qingzhu concentrates her mind.

Thus, initially Lv Qingzhu’s sword edge lacked such power, but as she performed the Cold Plum Sword Technique move by move, she gradually felt herself transform into the skinny plum on the cliff.

She pursed her lips, eyes clear and unruffled, a solitary aura faintly emanating from heart and sword tip...

Wu Xiang felt tremendous pressure!

Lv Qingzhu’s sword at this moment, not only was the sword edge lethal but even half an inch around the sword edge held potent destructive power, a slight carelessness just now almost cost him a finger.

Wu Xiang’s knife-holding hand had a patch of blurred flesh, as his mind shifted, blood threads intertwined on the back of his hand, skin instantly restored.

Wu Xiang’s lips cracked, his eyes looking at Lv Qingzhu for the first time revealing a trace of fear.

He was acutely aware—he could no longer defeat Lv Qingzhu.

He had traversed Jianghu for over ten years, killed countless, yet he had never seen such terrifying martial arts as Lv Qingzhu’s.

At the outset of their clash, Lv Qingzhu indeed was at True Qi Realm Second Level, but now, he wasn’t certain anymore?

Within half an inch around the sword edge was lethal power! Wasn’t that the legendary Sword Intent and Sword Aura?

How could such a thing possibly appear in the hands of a True Qi Realm martial artist?