Chapter 26: The Shock of the Heavenly Demon Sword Saint!

To slaughter all these people before his eyes?

Though their numbers were vast, they possessed no cultivation realm.

They were merely mortals.

Ye Qiubai did not understand why the man would devise such an assessment.

However, Ye Qiubai would not sit idly by waiting for death. Gripping his wooden sword, he charged into the crowd!

The wooden sword in his hand swung incessantly!

Streaks of sword qi continuously and recklessly radiated outward!

The moment those mortals were touched by the sword qi, they were instantly shredded!

In an instant, flesh and blood flew everywhere!

However, Ye Qiubai was protected by a layer of spiritual qi surrounding his body, preventing even a single drop of blood from staining him.

Yet.

Every time Ye Qiubai slaughtered one of the faceless people, another would immediately step in to fill the void!

As if devoid of fear, they swarmed forward like moths to a flame!

The wooden sword in Ye Qiubai's hand danced continuously!

The sword qi turned into a river, harvesting life after life amidst the faceless crowd!

At this moment, Ye Qiubai seemed to have transformed into the Grim Reaper!

Soon.

Half a day had passed in the outside world.

Ye Qiubai's expression had turned solemn.

He discovered that the crowd had not diminished in the slightest.

It was still a sea of people, a dark, dense mass stretching as far as the eye could see!

Seeing this, Ye Qiubai couldn't help but wonder: *Is this testing whether I will be worn down to death?*

With this thought, Ye Qiubai began to consciously control his spiritual qi to prevent it from leaking out.

At the same time, he withdrew his spiritual qi protection, allowing the blood and flesh to stain his body.

He did this to conserve as much spiritual qi within his body as possible.

Unbeknownst to him, somewhere else, the man in the white robe watched this scene, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

Unfortunately, he had guessed wrong...

One day later...

Ye Qiubai was completely covered in blood.

In fact, beneath the fresh blood, a layer of armor formed from coagulated scabs had already hardened.

The wooden sword in his hand was beginning to feel numb.

Swing.

Kill.

Swing again...

Kill again...

It was a repetitive cycle without pause.

He was like a killing machine...

Yet, that faceless crowd remained a dark, dense mass, showing no sign of thinning.

They continued to swarm toward Ye Qiubai like moths to a flame.

Ye Qiubai had no choice but to swing his wooden sword once more.

Two days later.

It remained the same.

Ye Qiubai's eyes had begun to grow numb.

The crowd still had no end.

Four days later...

It was still the same.

...

By now, Ye Qiubai no longer knew how many days had passed.

However, the sword qi surrounding him was now saturated with murderous intent!

That numb gaze had undergone a change.

It now contained streaks of violence and a hint of bloodlust!

After an unknown amount of time!

Ye Qiubai's movements changed.

He was no longer as numb as before.

Instead, he began to swing with full force!

The sword qi became utterly frenzied, continuously tearing through the surrounding crowd!

If one looked closely, one could see a smile spreading across Ye Qiubai's lips!

That was right.

The current Ye Qiubai was laughing silently!

"Kill! Kill! All of you, die!"

Somewhere, the man in the white robe watched this scene, sighed, and shook his head in disappointment. "The third person to come here still cannot pass the assessment? Very well, then I shall wait a little longer."

The man was very proud.

He had created the Nine Swords of the Heavenly Demon.

In the ancient era, he was a world-renowned powerhouse.

He was known as the Heavenly Demon Sword Saint!

Therefore, he would not pass his inheritance to someone with an unstable will.

Moreover, those with insufficient willpower would be unable to inherit his legacy.

"Eh?"

Suddenly, the man in the white robe looked toward Ye Qiubai's direction and said thoughtfully, "This seems interesting."

At this moment, the frenzied sword qi surrounding Ye Qiubai did not diminish.

However, the bloodlust in his eyes began to recede!

Instead, his gaze began to become clear.

It was the Clarity of the Sword Heart!

A swordsman should charge forward without hesitation!

One should seek vengeance for grievances and repay resentment with resentment.

But one must not become a machine that kills for revenge!

Ye Qiubai thought of his own path of the sword.

He thought of his master's teachings.

He also thought of the insights he had gained regarding the way of the sword throughout his journey!

Simultaneously!

The Primordial Sword Scripture began to circulate at full speed!

Streams of sword qi rushed into his meridians, washing away those streaks of bloodlust!

*Rumble!*

His aura suddenly surged!

Ye Qiubai broke through to the middle stage of the Purple Mansion Realm!

"Clarity of the Sword Heart, and that unknown cultivation technique..."

Watching this, the man in the white robe couldn't help but smile. "Not bad. It seems he is a good talent."

Ye Qiubai's gaze grew increasingly clear.

The sword in his hand no longer felt as heavy as before; it had become much lighter and more agile.

Gradually, Ye Qiubai understood the true meaning of this assessment.

The Nine Swords of the Heavenly Demon was, by nature, a sword technique filled with demonic properties and immense slaughter.

If the practitioner's will was not firm enough, they would, sooner or later, be possessed by that demonic nature.

They would become nothing more than a machine meant for killing.

"Alright, you have passed."

As soon as the words fell, the faceless people around Ye Qiubai vanished in an instant.

The massive cage entwined with golden chains reappeared before Ye Qiubai's eyes.

The man in the white robe looked at Ye Qiubai and said with satisfaction, "I did not expect you to possess the Clarity of the Sword Heart at such a young age, and that technique is also incredibly profound."

The Primordial Sword Scripture.

To this day, Ye Qiubai could not fully comprehend it.

But his current strength was brought about by this very scripture.

Just who was his master?

To be able to produce such a technique?

Thinking of this, his respect for Lu Changsheng grew even deeper.

The man in the white robe continued, "Since you have reached the Clarity of the Sword Heart, it means you can exert the full power of the Nine Swords of the Heavenly Demon. I can now entrust the final five swords to you."

Hearing this, Ye Qiubai froze, then scratched his head and said, "Um... Senior, I have already learned those final five swords..."

"Huh?"

The man in the white robe was stunned.

"The manual for those final five swords has always been in my hands and has never been leaked. How could you have learned them?"

Ye Qiubai spoke with a look of reverence, "It was my master. He demonstrated the final five swords and then passed them on to me."

"How is that possible!"

The man in the white robe exclaimed, "Then quickly, demonstrate the final five swords!"

"Senior, my strength is not yet enough to execute the final five swords..."

Before he could finish, the man in the white robe transformed into a wisp of black mist and dove into Ye Qiubai's brow!

Ye Qiubai's expression jolted, and his pupils turned pitch black.

He immediately picked up the wooden sword and performed the Nine Swords of the Heavenly Demon!

In an instant.

Black sword qi crisscrossed everywhere!

It was as if the heavens and earth were being destroyed!

After a short while.

The man in the white robe emerged from Ye Qiubai's brow.

His face was filled with shock.

"This... how can this be?"

"It is even more complete than my own Nine Swords of the Heavenly Demon, the power is even greater, and even the side effects have been completely eliminated..."

"It can be said that the perfected Nine Swords of the Heavenly Demon from your master has completely transcended; its level is higher than my own!"

"But since the collapse of the Heavenly Dao, how could such a figure appear in this world again?"

"Could your master be someone from the ancient era?"

Ye Qiubai scratched his head, thought for a moment, and said, "Probably not. My master seems quite young, and... he has to eat every day. He's quite lazy."