Ringing the Bell for a Hundred Years, I Became the Sect’s Ancestor – Chapter 33

Chapter 33: Immaculate Sword Body

Unlike the corridor outside the Sword Grinding Cave, the cave was not dark, but rather brightly lit.

It was just like daytime outside.

Therefore, both sides of the cave walls could be seen clearly.

“Left side, eighth mural.”

Li Qian walked down.

At the same time, he counted the murals.

These murals looked simple and abstract, as if they were carved by a powerful sword cultivator with sword qi, having a graffiti-like feel.

But Li Qian had a feeling that the oppressive feeling in the entire Sword Grinding Cave seemed to originate from these murals, or rather the sword marks in the murals.

“Could it be that each mural here represents a swordsmanship cultivation method? I wonder what’s special about the eighth mural, why did Master believe that this mural contains the Flawless Vajra Method?”

Li Qian muttered to himself.

There was also a saying that the cultivation methods of the seven main peaks of Divine Sword Sect all originated from here.

He walked along the left wall of the cave.

Every certain distance, there would be a mural on the cave wall.

Finally, he arrived in front of the eighth mural.

“Is this the one?”

Li Qian stopped.

The difference between this mural and the others was that it was more chaotic, the lines more random.

And among the chaotic sword marks, there was actually a simple, abstract little figure.

“Could it be that because of this little figure, Master, as well as previous generations, believed that this mural contains the Flawless Vajra Method?”

Li Qian was extremely surprised.

Thinking of this, he directly used his own comprehension of Heartless Sword Intent.

When the sword intent he emitted touched the mural, the sound of sword cries actually rang out in his mind, and even strange illusions appeared, as if the abstract little figure on the cave wall had come to life.

The movements this little figure was performing were exactly the same as the Heartless Sword Manual.

Within the mural, there were indeed hidden secrets of the Heartless Sword Manual.

It could only be said that the person who painted this was incredibly divine, to actually hide a profound swordsmanship method in such a way within a mural.

“I can sense it because I’ve cultivated Heartless Sword Intent, so how did the Ancestor back then comprehend the Heartless Sword Manual from this mural?”

Li Qian thought to himself.

After sensing it a few times, Li Qian suddenly felt dizzy, his mind becoming abnormally fatigued.

He knew it was because he had overused Heartless Sword Intent, leading to severe mental exhaustion.

Immediately, he communicated with the Sacrificial Instrument Time Bell, and as the clear bell sound rang out in his mind, he felt his spirit invigorated, his mind becoming incredibly clear.

All of his attention was focused on that little figure.

Suddenly, he didn’t know if it was an illusion or not.

The little figure, which was originally practicing the Heartless Sword Manual, suddenly changed its movements, striking a peculiar pose.

Subconsciously, Li Qian, as if a marionette, also naturally struck this pose.

At the same time, the internal qi within his body actually began to reverse.

Following the movements of the little figure, Li Qian performed a set of brand new movements, and the internal qi he was circulating, in its reversal, began to slowly melt away.

He didn’t know how much time had passed, but Li Qian woke up as if from a dream, feeling lightheaded, as if he hadn’t rested for ten days and ten nights.

Looking at the mural on the cave wall again, he could no longer concentrate and communicate with the swordsmanship secrets contained within it.

However, after sensing his own condition, he showed a surprised expression.

Because his internal qi had indeed decreased somewhat.

On the other hand, the qi and blood in his body had inexplicably become more abundant.

Suddenly, his heart stirred, and he summoned the system interface to check the latest information.

Host: Li Qian.

Cultivation: Postnatal （Ninth Level 99/100）.

Sacrificial Instrument: Time Bell （Law 451/10000）.

Martial Arts: Sword-Piercing Fist （Perfection）, Heartless Sword Manual （Perfection）, Immaculate Sword Body （Entry Level 1/100）.

Martial Intent: Heartless Sword Intent （Illusory Image 31/100）.

Secret Technique: Myriad Transforming Sword Qi.

“Immaculate Sword Body?”

Looking at the name of the new martial art that appeared, Li Qian’s heart was instantly filled with excitement.

This was a new martial art he had comprehended from the mural.

Or rather, a Flawless Vajra Method.

Cultivating this Immaculate Sword Body required using the perfected internal qi he had cultivated as nourishment to nourish his physical body until he achieved the Immaculate Sword Body.

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Once he achieved the first level of the Immaculate Sword Body, he could attain Perfect Innate.

“I wonder how long it will take to cultivate?”

Li Qian thought to himself.

However, he had the Time Bell assisting his cultivation, so it should be much easier.

At this moment, a masked figure walked over, “Junior Brother, it’s almost dark, you should go out.”

“Has time passed so quickly?”

Li Qian turned around, quite surprised.

Only then did he realize that the light in the cave had dimmed significantly.

“It seems Junior Brother has gained something from comprehending the mural.”

The masked True Disciple chuckled.

“Senior Brother, is there a result for the Sword Seed competition?”

Li Qian suddenly asked, remembering something.

Since it was almost dark, it was obviously evening.

He remembered that when he entered the Sword Grinding Cave, it was still morning. Unknowingly, he had actually spent a full five or six hours in front of the mural in the Sword Grinding Cave.

He himself was completely unaware.

“There was a result as early as mid-afternoon.”

The True Disciple said.

“May I ask which Senior Brother won the True Disciple spot?”

Li Qian asked again.

“Junior Brother Nangong Bei from Unity Peak.”

The True Disciple said.

Li Qian had never heard of him.

After all, he never paid attention to matters of the inner sect and rarely interacted with inner sect disciples, so he had never heard of any of the prominent figures in the inner sect.

“I don’t know how to address Senior Brother?”

Li Qian asked again.

“You can call me Senior Brother Fu.”

The True Disciple said.

“Li Qian greets Senior Brother Fu.”

Li Qian bowed before turning and walking out of the Sword Grinding Cave.

“This little Junior Brother is quite interesting. He clearly comprehended sword intent, but he didn’t compete for the Sword Seed or participate in the True Disciple selection, only to comprehend this mural?”

True Disciple Fu Heng looked at the mural, feeling very curious.

As a True Disciple, he could stay in the Sword Grinding Cave for a long time to cultivate.

He had comprehended this mural many times because it was somewhat special compared to the other murals, but he had gained nothing.

In the square outside the True Transmission Hall, the crowd had already dispersed.

The True Disciple competition had already concluded.

Even though there were still a few inner sect disciples who hadn’t come out of the Sword Grinding Cave, everyone’s attention was focused on the newly promoted True Disciple.

An old man with a flushed face and a scruffy beard still stood outside the Divine Sword Hall, like a statue.

At this moment, a figure walked out of the Divine Sword Hall, none other than the fat Elder He.

“Old Ghost Zhou, why haven’t you given up yet? The True Disciple result is out.”

Elder He said with a smile.

Because the newly promoted True Disciple, Nangong Bei, was his direct disciple.

Only he knew how high his disciple’s root bone aptitude was.

Although he hadn’t comprehended sword intent for long, he was the youngest among the dozen or so disciples participating in the inner sect selection…no, wait, Old Ghost Zhou’s disciple seemed to be the youngest.

Therefore, he wasn’t surprised that his disciple had won the True Disciple spot.

He had originally thought how talented the disciple that Old Ghost Zhou had spent half his life meticulously selecting would be.

It turned out to be nothing special.

Zhou Buping just glanced at Elder He, snorted coldly, and didn’t say anything.

Compared to Perfect Innate, what was a mere True Disciple?