98: Practice Taiyin swordsmanship and refine the Wuxie sword!

The Dharma Boat returned again a week later.

Upon arriving at Black Ridge City, Shen Li hastily entered seclusion.

Before his seclusion... Wang Teng handed the fragments of the Loulan Ancient Ship to Shen Li.

Shen Li didn't say much; for things he couldn't comprehend, he could only face them directly.

He then entered into Cultivation.

The Four Seasons Cycle Formation required a Formation Master to be dispatched from Qingchi Mountain to set it up, and it would take some time to arrange for his transfer from Qingchi Mountain.

The spiritual plant named Peach Blossom Maiden was also similar; it also required sufficient time to be transported.

So, for now, he couldn't see these things.

As for the arrangement of some branch stores, under the pressure of Immortal Sen Yan, those people would certainly not go back on their word, nor would they try to pass off shoddy goods, so there was no need to worry.

So, if not now, when else was he to Cultivate?

He handed over the garrison duties to Ruo Liuli and Qiu Ya.

In terms of government affairs, there weren't many good candidates, but fortunately, Black Ridge City was only so big, without any martial artists or Cultivators; it was merely some trivial household matters, not really something that could be called government affairs.

Sun Dashan's task was also updated; the houses in the inner city were almost completed, and he was to begin construction of the outer city.

To be honest, this Qi Refining Third Layer Foundation-building Loose Cultivator was like a diligent ox, never stopping for a moment.

And in the backyard, there was some greenery in the spiritual fields... This time, what was sown was not crescent moon rice, but sea buckthorn fruit.

Yes, Shen Li bought some more sea buckthorn fruit, just barely of a grade, not comparable to the one he used before.

Its purpose... was still to consolidate the sandstorm; the last sea buckthorn fruit had bad luck and was drained dry by Shen Li.

This time... it should be able to grow robustly, right?

The general scale of the City Lord's Mansion was still very small, and Shen Li didn't pay much attention to it, not caring about ostentation, so there were only a few training rooms.

However, they were sufficient for the many Qi Induction Realm Cultivators and their few Qi Refining Cultivators to Cultivate.

Stepping inside, as the door gradually closed, Spiritual Qi began to fill the room.

Shen Li then closed his eyes and meditated, quickly falling into a mysterious state.

The enlightenment stone in his hand silently dissipated like a candle flame under a lamp, turning into powder.

It was like something unnameable, gradually flowing into his nasal cavity.

For this Cultivation session... what Shen Li was naturally going to Cultivate was that sword technique.

The affinity of the moon essence spirit water was still there, so after several days, he finally grasped some of its secrets.

"Taiyin Wumeng - Crescent Moon..."

After a month.

In the secret chamber, Shen Li's fingertips traced the blurred characters "Taiyin" on the scroll, vaguely feeling the eerie aura on the Jade Slip.

This technique seemed to have a deep connection with the Ice Law... sinister, bone-chilling, and cold.

In a sense, this Great Art's attribute was pure Yin. Although it shared the same cold Yin attribute as the Ice Muscle Jade Bone's cold Spiritual Qi within him, there was a fundamental difference. The Ice Law was the tangible force of condensed water vapor from heaven and earth, while the Taiyin force was closer to the profound energy at the Soul level, containing the laws of waxing and waning like the phases of the moon.

As he expected, this minor sword art related to Taiyin was not simple!

The fragmented enlightenment stone suddenly trembled, as if reaching some critical point, and the last piece of stone abruptly disintegrated.

In the air, it actually condensed into a crescent moon.

The floating crescent moon pattern lit up with a substantial moonlight.

Shen Li felt a cool energy surge into his Sea of Consciousness through his palm, and countless flowing talismans suddenly appeared before his eyes.

These talismans were not the cinnabar characters on the scroll, but were composed of pure Taiyin energy, each stroke depicting the trajectory of the moon's phases.

"New moon rising, waxing crescent ascending, full moon in the sky, waning crescent hiding..."

"Taiyin is the profound, the hidden..."

The training room was empty, yet behind Shen Li, a crescent moon seemed to rise like a new moon over the sea, suspended above the back of his head, forming a lunar phase.

At the same time, the Taiyin Sword Pill lurking in his Storage Pouch trembled slightly.

However, Shen Li was unaware of it.

Shen Li sat slowly with his eyes closed, then exhaled a mouthful of turbid Qi.

The moon essence silk threads in his hand intertwined to form a minor art.

The Ice Muscle Jade Bone within his body actually produced a wondrous resonance; a trace of a dark attribute permeated the originally murderous cold Qi, like a hidden river flowing beneath an ice-covered cold pond.

He raised his hand and grasped at the Void Realm, and the crescent moon pattern in his palm projected a faint blue moonlight, condensing into a translucent moon blade in his palm.

The moon blade was only three inches long, its edges flowing with intricate Taiyin runes, emitting not the bone-chilling coldness of the Ice Law, but a chilling cold that could freeze Divine Sense.

Shen Li tried to wield the moon blade and found that it made no sound when cutting through the air, yet it left a deep, bone-deep cut on the stone wall, the edge of the cut covered with a layer of fine black ice patterns, like withered bones eroded by time.

"This isn't physical cutting... it's damage at the Soul level!"

Shen Li's heart was startled, and he finally understood the true meaning of "Taiyin Wumeng"!

This art did not harm people with brute force, but rather used the power of Taiyin to erode the opponent's Soul and Spiritual Veins, silently disintegrating their vitality like the waxing and waning of the crescent moon.

And if this method were used on a Dharma sword, it could add even more power.

If he were to swallow the Sword Pill... this method might even rival the Great Art he Cultivated, Rainstorm Pear Blossom!

Rainstorm Pear Blossom was for group AOE, targeting the Physical Body, dealing physical damage.

But this Taiyin Wumeng Sword Art, however, was for Soul damage... was it magic? No... that's not accurate. The Soul is the Foundation of the Physical Body, the root of all spirits.

It should be called... true damage? Or even percentage true damage?

Shen Li's heart was restless, countless distracting thoughts flooding in.

He slowly calmed himself, discarded the distracting thoughts, and then took out the wooden box.

On the wooden box, patterns flickered.

Opening the wooden box, he saw the 'Innocence' Magical Artifact quietly placed inside.

As the rumors said, this Innocence Magical Artifact had suffered countless severe damages in its early years, especially in the final battle when Heavenly Innocence Perfected Person forged his Dao Foundation, suffering heavy losses.

But the Wang family was a big family after all, and they managed to reforge it.

However, after being reforged... for some unknown reason, the traces of these great battles remained within the sword body, never erased.

Perhaps it was the Immortal Master's intention?

Shen Li looked at this Magical Artifact longsword.

The longsword was ancient and grand, unlike the Cloud Shaking Sword, which had dense cloud patterns carved on it, looking noble and extraordinary.

But this Innocence... was unusually simple.

Now that it had been broken once, it looked as if it had been pieced together, making it appear even more shabby.

However, Shen Li did not dare to underestimate it in the slightest... simply because the back of this sword... had been stained dark red.

It was not caused by some kind of Ore, nor by some kind of pigment.

It was blood... the sword back was forged by countless fresh blood.

Just one look made one's hair stand on end.

Unlike Shen Li's coldness, this sword in front of him exuded Killing Intent, Evil Qi, and Killing Intent.

It was like a sea of blood, like a desperate path.

Shen Li's eyes flickered, but he pricked his glabella and let a drop of blood from between his eyebrows fall.

A fierce and savage will suddenly surged forth, as if he were in a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood....

He sighed deeply and said.

"How could an Immortal Master's Magical Artifact be so easy to control?"

"It can only be a matter of constant effort."