Chapter 8, Sword Embryo Seed

At that time, a legendary sword manual would often incite a bloody storm. Now, they lie buried in piles of old papers and garbage, worth nothing at all

Skilled at disarming the simple trap behind the door, he pushed open the wooden door, and the cold air filled his lungs, invigorating Ai Hui's spirit

Tell yourself that surviving is more important than being beautiful

After multiple rounds of selection, there are still some sword classics

Ai Hui did not hesitate and began to cultivate according to the Sword Classic, successfully planting the seed of the sword embryo.

His time is running out; if he still wishes to take control of his destiny, he must work even harder

The Sword Seed helped him survive and return from the wilderness, but this is hardly worth mentioning. In the cultivation of elemental energy, he is far behind others, facing pressures much greater than those of his peers

The body's memory is quickly awakened, and the movements swiftly transition from clumsy to proficient

He stepped forward and walked into the school building

Previously, I merely regarded these sword manuals as curiosities, without any significant feelings. Now, the thought of having to cultivate these sword manuals sends a chill down my spine

How can one condense the intangible and formless essence into a sword? The Sword Classic offers a very unique idea: since the essence is difficult to condense, one should use it as soil to nurture the seed of the sword embryo

Ai Hui is like a drowning person, desperately grasping at any straw within reach

At that time, he was shivering in the cold wind and mud, while now he is in a warm and safe room until dawn

Meditating with a sword instead of sleeping, for three years as if it were just one day, persevering through it all

He is very content and currently very happy

As one approaches the school dormitory, the density of students increases. The bustling crowd is very unfamiliar to Ai Hui. Their youthful faces are filled with vitality and aspirations, which makes Ai Hui somewhat envious. On their faces, one cannot see a trace of the weariness soaked in blood, nor can one detect any instinctive defenses against the outside world that come from experiencing slaughter.

He set down the grass sword he had been holding, and the sensation of the sword embryo within him vanished. There was a time when he had been overly reliant on the sword embryo, never parting with his sword at any moment. Later, he realized that this made him lose his vigilance, so he forced himself not to touch the sword except during battles and night watch duties.

On the third day in the wilderness, he nearly lost his life. It was from that moment that he began his frenzied pursuit of power, realizing that only with strength could he survive in the frigid wilderness. He had no one to turn to for help; Yuan Xiu had never shown any kindness to laborers, and Ai Hui was not a clever or resourceful person.

The sword embryo is quite marvelous; when he holds a sword, the sword embryo is activated. Once activated, his six senses become exceptionally keen, and he can perceive even the slightest movement in the surroundings. Eventually, many practitioners of the Yuan level came to know that he excelled in vigilance, and night watch duty became one of his primary tasks.

Body refinement, formation techniques, weapon forging, the Five Elements, corpse driving, and so forth, are diverse and peculiar in nature. Coupled with the abundant and easily accessible spiritual energy, along with the rich imagination of humanity, this has given rise to the most resplendent, magnificent, and extensive cultivation system in history

In the wilderness, the moments before dawn are the most perilous. Ambushes often occur during this time, which is marked by the most intense presence of death and blood.

Yet, in this brilliantly complex cultivation system, sword cultivators are always the most dazzling gems. In any era of the cultivation world, among the top-tier powerhouses, there will always be the presence of sword cultivators

The moment the eyes deeper than the night opened, it seemed as if a cold ray of light flashed through the pitch-black room. This sharp and chilling light flickered and vanished, and Ai Hui returned to his harmless appearance

The school is not too far from the Bingfeng Dojo, but it is also not close.

Compared to other sword manuals, this sword manual appears to be much more normal.

Realizing his own immaturity, Ai Hui smiled, turned around, and went back to his room to pack his things, as his schedule was quite tight

Survival is of utmost importance

He does not even consider the cultivation behind the sword embryo

For them, the sensing field is a school; for themselves, the sensing field is their new battlefield

The pristine and untainted tranquil sanctuary resembles the dream deep within his heart

Looking at the clean dojo, he felt somewhat reluctant to step onto it

Today is the first day of classes, and he is filled with anticipation. Ever since he invested 50,000 yuan, he has not stepped outside for the past two days

Even though he had seen them before, Ai Hui was still filled with trepidation. These sword classics were bizarre and unpredictable, completely exceeding the limits of normal human imagination. For instance, there is a sword classic that incorporates the seven emotions and six desires of the practitioner into the sword, ultimately severing emotional desires and achieving the supreme sword path. Another example is the Nightmare Sword Classic, where the practitioner uses secret methods to sleep within a giant coffin, forging the sword in the realm of nightmares. Those who attain great mastery find that this sword transforms from the virtual to the real, possessing its own mysterious qualities

Ai Hui felt out of place, chewing vigorously on the grass, allowing the freshness and the grassy taste to spread in his mouth

The soles of my feet press against the clean wooden planks, a familiar sensation

Ai Hui was quite calm and composed about this; being able to help himself survive and emerge from the wilderness made him feel it was immensely worthwhile. He had no more unrealistic aspirations regarding the Sword Embryo. The Sword Classic was incomplete, and there was no mention of how to cultivate further.

Sword cultivators constitute the largest group among practitioners of the Dao, and naturally, there are numerous peculiar and strange things.

The night sky outside is deep and somber, with a faint light soaking the cold, and there is still some time before dawn

To survive intact in the wilderness, Ai Hui possesses his own unique qualities, and the seed of the sword embryo is his greatest reliance

And when the sunlight pierces through the dewdrops on the grass, the wild beasts and the barbarian tribes will recede like the tide, and the bloodshed of the wilderness will return to peace and tranquility

After spending the first two days of adjustment, Ai Hui gradually began to like this way of life. He even entertained the thought that it would be nice to continue living like this.

The Sword Classic of the Cultivation Era emphasizes the principle of all streams returning to the source. Regardless of how bizarre or unconventional the Sword Classic may be, in the end, it must return to the two words "spiritual power." He estimates that the subsequent cultivation will also be inseparable from spiritual power

If placed in the era of cultivation, these sword manuals would undoubtedly be considered heretical. Upon encountering a straightforward and righteous master, one would certainly exclaim that it is a demonic obstruction

Ai Hui finally found a sword manual that did not seem too strange or obscure. This manual had no name, was incomplete, and only discussed one thing: how to cultivate a sword embryo

The regulations of the sensing field are very strict. If one does not activate their own original source within a year, and does not achieve minor perfection within five years, they will be expelled from the sensing field. If the student comes from the Five Elements Heaven, their parents will be held accountable for inadequate education. Conversely, if the student comes from the Old Earth, they will lose their qualification to enter the Five Elements Heaven and will be sent back to the Old Earth

The streets in the early morning are devoid of the daytime clamor and the nighttime lights, remaining very quiet, as they have yet to awaken. The first ray of sunlight crosses thousands of mountains and rivers, penetrating the rooftops and casting the first patch of light on the street

When beasts are driven to the brink of extinction, they often unleash a power greater than usual; the same is true for humans when pushed to their limits

Sword cultivation is an outdated concept, and the basis of cultivation is a worthless sword classic. He is not the boss and does not obsess over the sword classic, believing that sword cultivation is so great and so on

He has become accustomed to the darkness, which is also a gift of the wilderness. In the perilous wilderness, any glimmer of light could very well lead one into danger

To reach the realm of minor perfection, one must similarly depart from the field of perception, for this signifies that you are qualified to become a registered practitioner of the original cultivation

If he were in the Sword Cultivation Dojo, he would certainly not take risks. However, in the wilderness, what is there to hesitate about? Every day, people fall, and one cannot even be sure of surviving until tomorrow; the so-called risks are hardly worth mentioning. What he is more concerned about is whether the so-called Sword Embryo is of any use.

So humble, then strive to stand on tiptoe

Although the sword manual states that meditating while holding a sword can nourish the seed of the sword embryo, what is actually more important is that holding the sword during meditation is beneficial for vigilance at night

The three years of wilderness, crawling and struggling through the swampy mud, decayed leaves, and dead branches, encountering the rotting corpses of monstrous creatures became a daily occurrence. My clothes were stained with blood, which over time transformed into patches of varying shades of brown, the origin of which—whether from beasts or myself—remained unknown

I checked the sword embryo seed that has been nurtured within my body for three years, and there has been no change at all

The sun beyond the horizon illuminated the sky with a light that shimmered in a cold blue, refracting in the air. He packed his belongings, chewing on a blade of grass, slung an old cloth bag over his shoulder, draped in the vast clouds and azure, and walked out of the temple gate

He began to fetch water and mop the floor, his movements light and brisk

They are pure and flawless, and their years are beautiful

This is also the reason why he was able to obtain a portion of the spoils, although it was merely scraps

In the dim light, he began to wash up in the pitch-black room

After careful study, Ai Hui roughly understood the meaning of the so-called Sword Embryo Path. In fact, it is quite simple: the growth of the human body has its limits, while the essence, energy, and spirit—these intangible entities—have no limits. However, essence, energy, and spirit are ethereal and diffuse, like mist, and possess no destructive power. The founder of this sword classic proposed a very interesting notion: the human body is like a sword sheath, while the essence, energy, and spirit are the true sword

The sword manuals that require spiritual power were first eliminated by Ai Hui. Such manuals are often the authentic works of major sects. In an era abundant in spiritual power, the key is how to utilize it more effectively, which is the grand path. Next to be excluded were the manuals that were incomprehensible. There are countless obscure and profound sword manuals, and Ai Hui has perused an astonishing number of them, making him somewhat of a sword manual expert, yet there are still many that he cannot understand. Some are deliberately cryptic, while others are too ancient. The obscure and profound sword manuals are as numerous as the hairs on a cow, and Ai Hui has gone through an impressive number of them, qualifying him as a half-expert in sword manuals, but there are still many that he cannot comprehend. Some are intentionally confusing, while others are from a bygone era.

In the dark room, Ai Hui, who was sitting against the corner of the bed with a sword in his arms, slowly opened his eyes

The sun had not yet risen, but Ai Hui had already completed the cleaning. Without a moment to wipe the sweat from his brow, he looked at the spotless dojo and felt a genuine sense of satisfaction and joy.

The seed of the sword embryo remains just a seed, without any movement or change

Ai Hui enjoys the sunshine

In the dim light of the sky, in the tranquil dojo, he seemed to drift back to the sword cultivation dojo. A familiar sensation spread within him, and the cool air seemed to turn sweet. His once rigid and angular face softened, and an involuntary, long-lost warm smile appeared at the corners of his mouth

Five years is the maximum duration that the induction field can provide. However, in reality, Ai Hui only has four years. This is because there is another regulation in the induction field: all trainees must leave the induction field once they exceed the age of twenty

It has been several days since he left the wilderness, and he still has not gotten used to sleeping in bed

Three years have passed, and he has survived from the wilderness, stepping into the sensing field

For example, the Sword Classic, it is the most prevalent thing in his mind

The disappearance of spiritual power has led to the collapse of the cultivation world, and the era of cultivators is gone forever. However, the accumulation over millions of years is immensely profound, and the level of development of the cultivation system is far beyond what people can imagine today

Ai Hui nimbly jumped out of bed, his bare feet landing on the carpet, resembling a nimble feline, each movement silent. The carpet was woven from coarse, hard coir, somewhat prickly to the feet, yet Ai Hui remained oblivious. He did not turn on the light; the faint glow on the horizon outside allowed him to see everything clearly within the room