Chapter 009: Blade Refinement

As for the other six-character spells, either they are too difficult and profound for Wang Ming to learn at the moment, or they are too terrifying and cruel for him to dare to study. Therefore, in the past decade, Wang Ming has only mastered a few basic necromancy spells.

Holding the black-covered notebook in his hand, Wang Ming found himself in a fierce struggle. At this moment, the notebook had already turned to the section on the character "blade." What appeared on the page was precisely the cultivation method for the character "blade." Wang Ming was well aware that as long as he practiced this method, his close combat strength would surely advance by leaps and bounds

Hehe

On the black cover, there is a large gray character for "ming". Upon opening the cover, the pages inside are also pitch black. On the dark paper surface, there are gray handwritten characters, which are clearly not printed!

However, as the saying goes, one may lose a person but not the battle. After hearing the words of the ghost, Wang Ming suddenly shook the enormous Soul Devouring Blade in his hand and shouted angrily: "Regardless of whether the blade is facing forward or backward, dealing with you is more than sufficient!" After saying this, Wang Ming fiercely swung the battle knife in his hand and charged towards the ghost in the middle of the road

Not long after, Wang Ming was not a fool; on the contrary, he was a person who could be called a genius. Wang Ming had thought it through clearly: rather than living under pressure and enduring humiliation, rather than watching the woman he loved lying in the arms of another man, he would rather die right now. If a person is no longer afraid of death, what else is there to fear?

It is merely ... ...

With Wang Ming's voice, a pale white light illuminated from his right hand. In the next moment, a bright and broad blade appeared in Wang Ming's hand, materializing from nothing.

Snap!

Remove me

Wang Ming referred to this notebook as the black-covered manuscript, which records seven different types of abilities: Dou, Jia, Hun, Mingdao, Ren, Yu, and Ji, totaling seven volumes

Hearing this sound, Wang Ming was suddenly taken aback, staring at his grandmother's silhouette, and he couldn't help but be stunned. Indeed...! To eliminate evil is to do good. If killing one person can save countless others, then this is a good deed

What... what! It is actually the Soul Blade! Upon seeing the giant knife in Wang Ming's hand, the Ghost of Collision could not help but exclaim in shock!

However, the cultivation method of the Blade Division is truly terrifying and excessively cruel. To enhance one's mastery in the Blade Division, one must completely erase the marks of living beings. Essentially, this is equivalent to murder; the only difference is that what is being killed are merely the souls of the deceased

Sigh

It is him!

It is important to understand that ghosts are actually spiritual entities, and ordinary objects cannot harm them in any way. Only blades that are also formed from condensed souls can inflict damage upon them

Oh?

Wang Ming ventured out late at night to this remote intersection specifically for this individual, who, over the course of eight months, has caused six traffic accidents, undoubtedly qualifying as a heinous criminal. Wang Ming has made up his mind to use him as a sacrifice for his Soul Devouring Slash

After a few gasps, in the next moment, Wang Ming's expression suddenly became serious. He raised both hands to his chest, and his fingers swiftly intertwined to form one seal after another, changing at least a dozen different hand seals in just one second. At the same time, he murmured, "The twenty-third of the Underworld Path—Underworld Eye"

Uh

At this moment, in Wang Ming's right hand, there appeared a curved saber with a blade over one meter long and a width of a palm, its snow-white blade dazzlingly flashing, blinding the eyes of the ghost that had been struck down!

Ah! The reason Wang Ming is willing to study the Path of the Underworld is primarily because one of the fourteen aspects of this path, namely Soul Capture, can assist the souls of the deceased. This is also the fundamental method of cultivation within the Path of the Underworld. While helping those poor lost souls, one is simultaneously engaging in cultivation

With Wang Ming's voice, in the next moment... Wang Ming brought his hands together in front of his forehead, forming a hand seal with the index and middle fingers, which he then pointed at his forehead. Subsequently... the hand seal split from the center of his forehead, spreading to both sides!

Da ... ... Da. ... ... ... Da

Suddenly, the black figure came to a halt. In the cover of night, it could be seen that this was a tall, well-built young man, approximately 1.8 meters in height. Indeed, this person was Wang Ming. However, what was he doing here at such a late hour

Looking at the black leather notebook in his hand, Wang Ming's gaze involuntarily revealed a hint of hesitation. This notebook was given to him by his grandmother when he was six years old, and it was from this black leather notebook that Wang Ming learned his peculiar necromancy.

Stunned, I looked at Wang Ming, and the next moment... the ghost of the collision couldn't help but burst into laughter, gasping as he said: "How ridiculous! Who do you think you are? I am a ghost! I have no physical form! How are you going to kill me?"

Looking at the handwritten manuscript in his hands, Wang Ming was completely at a loss as to what to do. He wanted to enhance his own strength, yet he did not wish to harm living beings. What should he do? What should he do, after all?

For a moment, the entire room fell silent, not a sound to be heard. The situation was now clear: either abandon the training of the Blade Character Sect, and from then on be oppressed and insulted, unable to protect even those one wishes to safeguard, merely watching as one's beloved is embraced by another; or bravely stand up and diligently train in the Blade Character Sect. There is no other way!

In the dead of night

It seemed that Wang Ming's thoughts were sensed, and the figure on the mat let out a low sigh. Other matters might be assisted by others, but courage...! ... is innate, something that cannot be bestowed by others

At this thought, Wang Ming suddenly stood up and resolutely said, "Grandmother... I have made my decision, please help me cultivate the Blade Character Sect!" Upon hearing Wang Ming's words, a satisfied smile appeared on the elderly face of the old woman.

Just when Wang Ming was in a dilemma, a deep voice echoed within the room: "Eliminating evil is doing good. If you fear that your conscience may be troubled, then just slay the evil spirits! By killing one person, you save countless others; with that in mind, you should feel no guilt, right"

Kid! Get the hell away from me if you have nothing to do, I can't stand the sight of you! Don't ruin my good fortune, do you hear me!" The ghost on the fence snarled.

Sigh ... ...

A flash of fluorescence flickered between his eyebrows, and Wang Ming began to search left and right. Soon... he discovered the ghost of the one who had died in a collision, squatting on the fence. At that moment... it was staring at him with a fierce expression!

Upon hearing the words of the ghost, Wang Ming felt an overwhelming sense of frustration. Indeed, the battle knife in his hand, which should have had a sharp edge, was instead remarkably thick, resembling the back of a knife. Conversely, what should have been the back of the knife was sharpened to an extreme degree. Wang Ming understood that the transformation of the knife was related to his mindset, which harbored no intention of killing. His unwillingness to take a life had resulted in the blade, formed from the condensation of his soul, becoming the current state of being without an edge. Wang Ming recognized that the knife's condition was directly linked to his lack of murderous intent. His reluctance to kill had led to the blade, born from the essence of his soul, manifesting in its present form devoid of a cutting edge.

Listening to the words of the ghost, Wang Ming couldn't help but smile darkly. As he slightly extended his right hand, Wang Ming silently closed his eyes and said in a low voice: "What will kill you? You will soon find out..."

The crisp sound of footsteps echoed through the dark alleys, as a shadow swiftly darted through the passages of the hutongs, weaving through the alleys like the wind

Wow

Gazing gloomily at the ghost squatting on the fence, Wang Ming slightly extended his right hand and coldly said: "Hey! In the past, I had no way to deal with you because I hadn't figured it out yet. However, things are different now; I have come to understand that in order to stop you from continuing to harm others, I must eliminate you!"

At that moment, the Reaper let out a startled cry, looking incredulously at the Soul Blade in Wang Ming's hand, and asked in confusion: "What... what is going on? Why is the blade of your Soul Blade reversed?"

Thinking of this, Wang Ming couldn't help but smile bitterly. Although the situation was indeed as such, asking him to slay evil spirits was no different from asking him to kill people