World of Cultivation

Chang Heng finally met a xiuzhe that didn’t run away upon seeing him.

An extremely average looking xiuzhe that had not left an impression on Chang Heng in previous rounds. A yellow face, a bulbous nose, a short robe. The other appeared extremely calm, looking in interest at him.

Chang Heng suddenly sniffed, tilting his head and muttering to himself, “A familiar smell.”

The other paused, and then had revealed an expression of great joy.

Chang Heng didn’t know why the other person would be so happy, just like he didn’t know why the other would have a smell that he would find familiar. But he was too lazy to ask, his right hand directly reaching for the copper ring between his clavicles.

The tooth-aching sound of a blade grinding against bone sounded, a horrifying scene appeared again.

The bright red Blood Spider Sword slowly was pulled out.

Chang Heng found the xiuzhe opposite him was staring at the Blood Spider Sword. The joy had disappeared. Replacing it seemed to be disappointment.

Disappointment!

Strangely, a smile appeared at the corner of Chang Heng’s mouth. His wiry hair stood like swords, full of killing intent.

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Luo Li carefully concealed himself in a mountain valley. Compared to the calm of Eldest Shixiong and the casualness of Chang Heng, he was much more cautious. He sat down cross-legged at the center of the valley, his flying sword floating perpendicular to the ground beside him. His eyes were tightly closed as he nurtured the sword essence inside.

He was like a hunter waiting for his prey. Any enemy that appeared at the mouth of the valley would face his long-prepared attack.

Thinking back to his former arrogance, he was like a bystander that judged himself. He had wanted to use the [Empty Sword Scripture] and [Shapeless Sword Scripture] to recover [Void Sword Scripture], but had accidentally walked onto another road, a road that belonged to himself.

His talent was not as awe-inspiring as Wei Sheng, but it was still better than others. Before Wei Sheng and Zuo Mo had appeared, he had been the most outstanding disciple of Wu Kong Sword Sect. It was the heap of favor that he had received that had gradually caused his pride and conceit. His entire person had become impetuous. Zuo Mo’s blow had been like an alarm, shaking him awake.

The Luo Li that had woken up was abnormally hard-working and started to display his talent.

The person who had earned the greatest benefits from the opening of the sect’s records had been Luo Li. No one was clear on what Wei Sheng had received in his trip of the sword cave, but Eldest Shixiong was not interested at all in the records. Zuo Mo was only interested in dan-making, forging, and formation. Other than flipping through [Ice Dragon Sword Scripture], he didn’t even look at any other sword scripture.

Luo Li was different.

Unable to achieve anything from studying [Empty Sword Scripture] and [Shapeless Sword Scripture], he could only search for another road. As though he was dying of thirst, he had read through almost all the sword scriptures in the sect, in hopes that they could inspire him.

Especially the fourth-grade sword scriptures like [Cloud Sword Scripture], [Red Flame Sword Scripture] and [Greenstone Sword Scripture], he had repeatedly read over and over. No one would have thought that, just by using these three sword scriptures, he had really merged [Empty Sword Scripture] and [Shapeless Sword Scripture]!

But the newly merged sword scripture was different from [Void Sword Scripture]

Luo Li named it [Self Separation]!

Note: the scripture is called 我离 or Wo Li. The “wo” means I or me. The “li” is the same “li” as Luo Li, meaning split or leave.

Translator Ramblings: Luo Li is improving as a person, which is nice. My other choices for the name were [I, Separate] or just use [Wo Li]. There will be more on him in the upcoming chapters. He’s a genius too, just not as good as Wei Sheng.

Zuo Mo is starting his own plans. Everyone is doing their own thing now.