o practice and open his wisdom, but instead focused on recovering himself. He even rested for a while, fully charging his spirit.Let me know if you have other text you'd like translated!Outside the Hu...When his tracks were exposed by Li Baxian, the young man knew he was out of options. All those poses were just to stall for time and paralyze Li Baxian. Now that he had been seen through, he stopped talking, waved the two curved swords in his hand, and said, "Come on then."

Lu Ye raised his hand and pressed it against the hilt of his sword, gently gripping it.

Li Baxian's voice rang in his ear: "Little junior brother, be careful yourself. This guy is a ghost cultivator. Don't look at him now, he only has the cultivation base of the eighth level, but in fact, his true cultivation base is the seventh level of Heaven rank, and his spiritual apertures have been opened to more than two hundred forty. Of course, this position is suppressed and harmonized by Heavenly Mandate, so the strength he can exert is only the ordinary level of the eighth level. But his experience in killing enemies will not be suppressed, and his power and speed are not comparable to ordinary cultivators at the eighth level. Even if you can defeat an ordinary cultivator at the eighth level, you may not be his opponent."

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"I know!"

Lu Ye sprang into action, his words a mere whisper as the stones beneath his feet scattered. He charged toward the menacing young man, heedless of Li Baxian's motives for leaving him to face such an opponent alone. The defense of Lingxi Town was drawing to a close; this was a chance to strike down an enemy, and he wouldn't let it pass.

As soon as Lu Ye moved, a streak of light shot towards him, arriving before his face in an instant.

The long blade unsheathed, Lu Ye swung his sword with a slash. Sparks flew as he met an overwhelming force head-on. His tiger's mouth instantly burst, and the Pianshan sword in his hand was jolted upwards violently.

Following the momentum, Lu Ye's long sword swept upwards, cleaving the incoming blade light that was aimed at his chest.

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Therefore, in the cultivation world, blood treasures are not well-received and ordinary cultivators would not use such spirit artifacts.

Even the ghost cultivators could see that the Pianshan Blade was amiss. Li Baxian, naturally, also saw it and his expression grew solemn. He had only wanted to give Lu Ye some experience fighting strong enemies, who knew his little junior brother would even activate a blood treasure This was not good, what if this harmed his junior brother's foundation and vitality Second Senior Sister would definitely bash his head in.

"It's not a blood treasure, Master Shixiong, rest assured." Hua Ci's voice rang out.

"What's that" Li Baxian asked.

Hua Ci explained: "Lu Ye mastered a spiritual pattern called Blood Stain. What he is activating now is probably the power of that spiritual pattern." Before, at Madam Yun's, Lu Ye had revealed information about the four spiritual patterns he mastered. Hua Ci was present at the time and naturally remembered this matter.

"Blood-stained" Li Baxian frowned. He didn't know much about spirit patterns, never taking the time to study them, so he had no idea what a blood-stained spirit pattern was.

as long as that blade isn't a Blood Treasure, it's fine.

A clanging sound echoed as the battle continued. Lu Ye was covered in wounds, but strangely, all the blood flowing from his injuries turned into blood mist and didn't drip at all.

If one were to rip open Lu Ye's clothes at this moment, they would see a complex spirit pattern swirling on his chest. It was formed entirely of blood, with a bloody mist swirling around him, making his eyes crimson red.

The blood-stained spirit patterns are not bestowed upon the Pantian Sword, but rather imprinted upon one's own body.

As his own blood continued to mist, Lu Ye's swordsmanship grew faster and more powerful, surpassing his own limits long ago.

The situation had completely reversed. The ghost cultivators, who had been completely dominant just moments ago, now found themselves on the defensive against Lu Ye's blade strikes. They could only parry, with no power to strike back.

After a brief but intense battle, the ghost cultivator was struck in the chest by Lu Ye's blade. A scream ripped through the air as the ghost cultivator stumbled back several steps, a massive gash on his chest bleeding profusely.

Lifting one's eyes, a pair of crimson-glowing eyes appeared before them. A figure shrouded in blood mist swung a longsword down like a raging storm.

He roared and raised his weapon.

The sound of a blade cleaving through flesh echoed, Lu Ye drew his sword and flashed behind the ghost cultivator. He landed softly, shaking the blood from the Pinyuan Blade before sheathing it.

The ghost cultivator behind him stiffened, maintaining a defensive posture, before collapsing stiffly to the ground with blood flowing beneath him.longer… What if it was someone from the Dark Forest"With Li Baxian by his side, Lu Ye held the Pianshan Sword. Spiritual energy surged around him, and his qi and blood churned. He turned his head and...