Chapter 115: The Extraordinary Blade-Nurturing Technique!

After seeing off Master Jueming, Qin Shuo felt a bit gloomy in his heart.

Having come to this godforsaken place where even birds won't defecate, he had been stifled for so long, and only with great difficulty had he gained the strength in this small county town to not eat beef.

Yet he hadn't expected that, before he could even show off for a day, trouble would come knocking again.

Moreover, he had a premonition that this trouble would definitely not be minor.

Perhaps a true Grandmaster would be unable to resist making a move, targeting his Buddhist supernatural power.

"Forget it, when the soldiers come, we'll block them with earth; when the water comes, we'll dam it with soil. Worrying uselessly now is of no use."

Qin Shuo quickly composed himself and looked toward He Mingjing beside him: "You just said you had something to find me about?"

"Yes, how about we make a deal between us?"

He Mingjing's eyes lit up as he looked at Qin Shuo, his gaze scorching and fervent, like a pure-hearted old bachelor of forty years who had suddenly seen a naked beauty.

"What kind of deal?"

Qin Shuo felt a creepy sensation, his eyes wary, instinctively stepping back, wanting to keep some distance from this guy.

At this moment, He Mingjing's eyes were too frightening—green and oily, as if he wanted to swallow Qin Shuo whole, skin and bones.

"What's with that expression? You're making it seem like I'm looking at you like that..."

He Mingjing wore a face of resentment.

Damn, it's even more like that!

Qin Shuo silently stepped back again.

He Mingjing rolled his eyes, knowing the other was feigning ignorance on purpose, yet still spoke with a face full of eagerness:

"I'll trade my blade-nurturing technique for your Buddhist supernatural power cultivation method—how about that?"

"Not happening!"

Qin Shuo found a stool and sat down.

After tossing and turning all day and night, although his energy remained abundant, as if he had inexhaustible strength, his spirit could barely hold on.

The power of supernatural abilities comes from the soul, and what is consumed is not qi and blood.

That's why he could, with the minor accomplishment of Tongmai, forcibly withstand a Xiaoyue Yaowang comparable to the peak of the Condensing Truth Realm.

But this power consumes spirit and will to an extreme degree.

If it weren't for his accomplished Vajra Buddha Nature strengthening his will, making it as firm and indestructible as Vajra, such expenditure of soul power would have long caused his consciousness to collapse, turning him into an idiot.

"What level is your blade-nurturing technique? What level is my Buddhist supernatural power? You even have the nerve to ask?"

Qin Shuo's eyes showed contempt, revealing an expression that said you're just daydreaming.

"Hey! Don't you dare look down on people with dog eyes—if I tell you the origin of this blade-nurturing technique, it's not certain who'll lose out!" He Mingjing said with a proud, smug face.

"Oh? Then go ahead and say it!"

Regarding the blade-nurturing technique capable of emitting forty meters of blade qi, Qin Shuo was indeed very curious.

Even if it were comparable to the supreme art of Longxiang Golden Body, before he entered the Condensing Truth Realm, he couldn't project his strength outward for long-range attacks.

But the other's blade-nurturing technique could emit astonishing forty-meter blade-shaped qi—this was indeed astonishing.

"Actually, it's not that big a secret—if you join the Demon Suppression Division, you'll eventually find out."

He Mingjing said this while observing Qin Shuo's expression, seeing no rebuttal, he continued:

"This blade-nurturing technique was created by the current number one martial artist in the world, our Great Liang's Sea-Stabilizing Divine Needle, the Martial Pacification King."

"It's not supernatural power, but surpasses it; when practiced to the highest level, even supernatural power can be broken!"

He Mingjing spoke with animated eyebrows and expressive face, clearly praising the blade-nurturing technique to the utmost.

Especially when he mentioned the three words "Martial Pacification King," his eyes lit up, filled with admiration and longing.

"The number one martial artist of Great Liang?"

Qin Shuo's eyes narrowed as he pressed: "This world's number one—is it your doing, or is there an actual ranking?"

Heishui City is informationally isolated; many martial world events he cannot access.

Now having He Mingjing, a martial world insider, is just right to learn a bit.

"My doing? What rank do I even hold?"

He Mingjing self-mockingly chuckled, thinking Qin Shuo was worried he was casually making up a title to deceive him, and spoke solemnly:

"Martial Pacification King Feng Tianxing has held the top spot on the Martial Saint list for decades, universally recognized as the world's number one; his Thunder Tiger Juedian Dao has slain countless, repeatedly repelling the demon beast armies led by the Northern Sea's Canglong."

"His fame is known to all, unknown to none."

"It's only in remote places like Heishui City..."

"If it were in Yunzhou, you'd know how many aristocratic youths would spend ten thousand gold to seek his blade-nurturing technique's cultivation method."

"Namely me—of exceptional talent and aptitude, after layers of screening, eliminating countless competitors, I was selected as a practitioner of this blade-nurturing technique."

"If it were someone else, even a Cloud Dragon Captain, they wouldn't have the qualifications to cultivate this blade-nurturing technique."

"Oh? Does this blade-nurturing technique require specific people to cultivate?"

Qin Shuo was somewhat surprised—this indeed sounded a bit like supernatural power.

"Not only must it be a specific person, but even the blade must be specified. The blade used to cultivate blade-nurturing technique must be issued by the court; ordinary swords and blades cannot cultivate it." He Mingjing said with a proud expression.

"There's even such a strange blade technique?"

Qin Shuo was surprised, but quickly reacted, glancing sideways at this guy: "Since it requires a specific person and blade to cultivate, how do you propose to trade with me?"

"Isn't that simple?"

Seeing Qin Shuo loosen up, He Mingjing immediately seized the moment, flattering: "With your talent, Qin Brother, although you might be slightly inferior to me..."

"You're sure it's just slightly inferior to me?" Qin Shuo glanced sideways.

"Cough cough, evenly matched, evenly matched!"

He Mingjing gave a dry laugh twice, then continued:

"We're equally talented; if I can master it, you definitely can too—all we lack is a specially crafted blade."

"I lend you my blade, teach you blade-nurturing arts; you lend me the Longxiang Relic, teach me the Great Longxiang Force cultivation method—wouldn't that be perfect?"

"What nonsense!"

Qin Shuo said irritably, "If I could master it, once I join the Demon Suppression Division, I could naturally cultivate—why would I need to trade with you? If I can't, then there's even less reason to exchange."

"Well... that does make sense."

He Mingjing scratched his head, his originally excited face instantly drooping.

"Besides, I never said I wanted to join the Demon Suppression Division! Not joining it, how dare Captain He privately pass on the blade-nurturing arts to me?" Qin Shuo sneered.

"You don't want to join the Demon Suppression Division?"

He Mingjing raised his brow, speaking solemnly: "Now that you possess Buddhist supernatural power and have offended Wind Thunder Valley, if you don't join the Demon Suppression Division, I fear no one can protect you."

"Even if you can escape yourself, what about your younger sister? Your master and senior brothers?"

"Will the people of Wind Thunder Valley, those coveting your Buddhist supernatural power, not seize them to threaten you?"

"Even if these people uphold martial justice and harm does not come to family, could you really hide outside for a lifetime?"

Upon hearing this, Qin Shuo immediately fell silent.

What He Mingjing said was correct—he now urgently needed a patron to help him intimidate petty troublemakers.

He himself was fine, protected by supernatural power and possessing the Heavenly Wolf Power to flee through the skies; as long as he didn't encounter martial artists above the Condensing Truth Realm, self-preservation was completely unproblematic.

But as Master Jueming said, the might of supernatural power would stir even a Martial Arts Grandmaster.

He didn't believe the moral standards of this world would be so high, advocating same-rank combat and not bullying the weak.

In the face of profit, everything is illusory; only strength is fundamental.

Thus, perhaps joining the Demon Suppression Division is currently the correct choice.

Besides, if one could learn the blade-nurturing arts of the number one person under heaven in the Great Li Dynasty, it wouldn't be a loss.

Tsk...

How familiar this idea feels...

Isn't this exactly the reason He Mingjing this fellow joined the Demon Suppression Division back then?

Have I been infected by him?

Indeed... near ink, one turns black!

Although he had made up his mind, Qin Shuo did not immediately agree, but instead countered:

"If I join the Demon Suppression Division, can the court guarantee the safety of my younger sister and master and senior brothers?"

"Safety cannot be guaranteed, but whether it's a Martial Arts Grandmaster or Wind Thunder Valley, none would dare openly move against them."

"As for the petty thugs lurking in the shadows, with your strength, you are sufficient to intimidate them."

"Moreover, the Demon Suppression Division holds the authority to monitor demon clan movements across the world; no matter how great your sect, once involved with demons, you must unconditionally cooperate."

"With such power in hand, which sect, full and bold, would dare provoke you?"

"As for those rootless duckweed, daring to jump out, our Division Master could skewer them all with a single spear."

"Know this: our Division Master is famed for protecting her own; whoever dares to harm her people, even if you have a Grandmaster seated in command, will still have their ancestral shrine smashed to pieces."

"That fierce?" Qin Shuo raised his brow.

If that's truly the case, joining the Demon Suppression Division wouldn't be unacceptable.