Chapter 93: Entering the City

  “This time, I was injured primarily because my cultivation realm is too low. I only have Internal Breath Like Rivers, and the Radiant White Spirit Diviri has merely produced a Restri Seed without even beginning to dense a Law Restri.”

  In the junkyard, An Jing—who had arrived iianyuan Realm—did not hurry to depart. Instead, he picked out a secluded er and chose a half-buried flying shuttle that looked retively inta the outside.

  An Jing covered the shuttle’s windows with a discarded curtain, then opehe bullet-riddled shuttle door, slipped inside, and asked the Sword Spirit to keep watch. After that, he begaing his breathing to heal his injuries.

  The teique called “Myriad Pine Needle Arrows” had injured An Jing’s lungs and internal ans, and the demonic sound that invaded his ears also uled his mind. To avoid bei defenseless in case of a sudden fight, he o suppress part of these injuries.

  Fortunately, the Martial Path methods of the Huaixu Realm were undeniably top-tier when it came to physical self-healing. As Internal Energy circuted through his body, a warm sensation spread everywhere, and An Jing’s breathing soon stabilized.

  After one shi, he opened his eyes and exhaled a long breath tinged with blood. “I’m still too g in cultivation. Even with such a fine Magical Artifact as the ing Sword Case, I couldn’t deal much damage to the Heavenly Demon.”

  “There is o put yourself down,” the Sword Spirit replied. “You’re only around twelve. Even if you have innate prehension, having Internal Breath Like Rivers at ye is already remarkable. Wanting more might be too ambitious.”

  “As for the Radiant White Spirit Diviri… to be frank, there were disciples in the sect who spent years without f a Restri Seed at all, yet you have already succeeded and reached the first Restri.”

  “Granted, part of it may stem from your Celestial Fate and my guidance, but your own efforts are beyond doubt.”

  An Jing uood well that his power had advanced rapidly. Yet events in the Huaixu Realm kept piling up—Heavenly Demons and the demonic sect alike gave him e aainly never uimated him. That uing pressure made everything feel urgent.

  Still, as the sayi: once he surmouhis camity, the future would open as wide as the sea—like a swimming dragon plunging into the o!

  Reining in his wandering thoughts, An Ji cirg his Internal Energy while sidering what he o purchase : “For now, the most critical thing isn’t a mighty on but ensuring I move freely uhe suppression of Demonic Qi and those demonic sounds, so that simple aftershocks won’t harm me.”

  “Because of my Martial Path cultivation teique, I ’t rush through that part. I’ll begin with the Radiant White Spirit Diviri, which be cultivated more quickly. When I visit the bck market, I’ll focus on finding Immortal Path resources.”

  “As for that sinborn demon, its body really was at the Martial Veins level. The flying sword from the sword case, which easily killed the white-robed schor, couldn’t pierce the demon’s palm. It only exploded, barely blowing off its fingers.”

  “Furthermore, if I’m not mistaken, that sinborn demon also has a potent regeive ability. So when buying neons, I o sider ohat employ ‘fire’ or ‘ice’ to his recovery.”

  “Sword Spirit, do you have anything else to add?”

  “You’ve analyzed it correctly,” said the Sword Spirit. “A sinborn demon is known for its sturdy, resilient body oned, along with a high regeive capacity that lets it restore itself by dev other living beings.”

  “The trade-off is that its magical power isn’t very high. Ah even basic skill in mystical arts or Divine Abilities would surpass it. You yourself surpass it in that regard, since you’ve at least practiced the ‘Affli Sword-Fieique from the ‘dense Qi into Armaments’ Divine Ability, which is already leagues better than its raw use of Demonic Qi to manipute and corrupt external objects.”

  “The only issue is…”

  At this point, the Sword Spirit’s tone grew solemn. “That sinborn demon is hunting you solely because the ‘Great Heavenly Demon’ who created it has taken an i in you.”

  “Whether it’s the one my fragment suppresses inside Hanging Fate Valley or the one who ter rescued Him, having any of Them set Their sights on you is a colossal disaster… And now that you’ve defeated this sinborn demon, Their i in you will only intensify.”

  “With your current strength, being targeted by a Heavenly Demon is extremely dangerous!”

  An Jing listeo the Sword Spirit’s analysis in silence before asking, “But They ’t easily ehis world, right?”

  “That’s correct,” the Sword Spirit answered. “Though the Huaixu Realm tains unusually dense Demonic Qi for reasons we don’t fully uand, the Heavenly Demons are also repelled by it. Thus, They only remain in this world for short durations, spending most of Their time dormant iherworld Hidden Realm.”

  “Maing irue form would require a huge expenditure or a long period of preparation. So, no matter how intrigued They are by you, all They do at the moment is dispatch lesser demons to test you.”

  “Provided, of course, that They remain unaware of my presence by your side.”

  “Mm.”

  An Jing he Sword Spirit’s true identity was clearly bound up with Heavenly Demons, and He was likely an a demon-sying sword—expining why He bore the name “Demon-Suppressing Fuxie.”

  “If possible,” the Sword Spirit went on, “instead of simply getting fire or ice-type Magical Artifacts, you should sider those tied to lightning.”

  “That sword case of yours uses lightnihods for speed, and with the added boost of my sword i, it dealt extra damage to the sinborn demon. But, An Jing, you must stay vigint. True body-refining cultivators at the Martial Veins level aren’t so easily hurt by flying swords of this caliber.”

  “Besides their tough physiques, they wield powerful martial teiques and Divine Abilities.”

  “We won’t only be fag demonic creatures; we also need ons suited to bat ‘people.’”

  “I get it,” An Jing replied, pressing a hand to his chest and wing at the dull ache. “Besides, my lung injury is pretty bad this time. I’ll least a day to recover.”

  He also thought, “But I’ll need merit points for all of this… Let’s head to the city first.”

  For the moment, An Jing still lingered he junkyard. Before he left the recyg hut st time, Iron Hand had given him a route map for entering the city—a small tablet that pinpointed one’s location and geed a path.

  Initially, to avoid the possibility of Iron Hand trag him through the map, An Jing had never activated it. He even had the Sword Spirit check that there was no energy flow or hidden formation within the device.

  But now that he tur on, a red dot and a route dispyed on the Fu Pins map, f a series of colored lines.

  “Dista’s really not that far.”

  The Fu Pins were cleared to serve as a safety buffer zone for Xuay, and their junkyard—used for discarding meical waste—naturally wasn’t far from the city. It was just over a hundred li away, so he could reach it fairly quickly.

  However, based on Iron Hand’s note, even if you had ary permit, you still had to undergo Xuay’s official iion before entry, leaving both your name and photo on record.

  For local residents, that was no big deal. Almost everyone who started cultivating had already registered their spiritual energy signature in Xuay or other cities with spiritual veins. Only certain barbarians who dwelled exclusively in the wild cked suentation.

  Even most barbarians didn’t mind leaving their information, siering the city offered a better life and opportuo purchase goods for their tribes. Having a file on record wasn’t harmful, so there was nothing to fear.

  (End of Chapter)