Chapter Seventeen: Cultivating the Sword Transformation Incantation

  What Old Hu said also reminded Ye Chen of something, "...nourish the sword with blood, nourish the body with the sword, transform into a sword, dominate the world..." Isn't this a sentence from the Sword Transformation Incantation? That's right, that black book was originally in Old Hu's library, to say that Old Hu hadn't seen it, Ye Chen wouldn't believe it even if he was beaten to death.

  What's the point of mentioning Huajian Jue now? Do I need to practice that crappy Huajian Jue? Ye Chen's thoughts flashed by, and he quickly smiled wryly. He was already dead, and although he didn't know where this place was or how he could hear Old Man Hu's voice, what was the use of practicing this now? The hope Ye Chen had just gathered was instantly dispersed.

  No! I clearly felt pain just now. If I were dead, how could I feel pain? Ye Chen's hope was rekindled again.

  Anyway, I have nothing now, and it doesn't matter whether it's a waste of effort or not. Having figured all this out, Ye Chen no longer hesitated and started cultivating directly.

  The sword technique was not cultivated, and it was not known that once the real cultivation started, the true bitterness of this cultivation could be felt. A wave of tearing pain surged up in Yechen's mind, even though he couldn't feel his own body now, but still being tortured to the point of wanting to commit suicide.

  But outside, Hu Lao recited the sword-destroying mantra for the sixth time, which was also the last time. The long sword had already pierced four-fifths of Ye Chen's body, and fresh blood had filled Ye Chen's entire body. At this point, Ye Chen had become a bloody person. Even if Hu Lao pulled out the sword now, he couldn't save Ye Chen. So, he decided to make the most of it and continued to stab the sword into Ye Chen's body while reciting the sixth round of the sword-destroying mantra.

  Looking at Ye Chen who still had no reaction, Hu Lao felt a little regret and disappointment. As he was about to finish the sixth recitation, Hu Lao decided not to recite the seventh one.

  The sixth round finally finished, and the thing Hu Lao was expecting didn't happen. Ye Chen still looked the same, covered in blood, even the table had bloodstains all over it.

  Hu Lao looked at Ye Chen with some reluctance, then inserted the entire black long sword that had not been stabbed into Ye Chen's body. His palm moved, and the blood that should have gushed out stopped, and only the holes where the sword had pierced could be seen to congeal.

  Looking at the scarred skull, Hu Lao stared at Ye Chen for a while, and with a light sigh, he was about to leave.

  The sound of the lock clicking shut was deafening in this cramped room!

  "Huh?" Hu Lao suddenly turned around, staring at Ye Chen who was covered in blood, his eyes releasing a strong sense of longing. A cracking sound came from the table under Ye Chen's body, and the round table split open with a crack, revealing a fissure underneath him. Hu Lao raised an eyebrow.

  Won't a long sword pass through the body? It shouldn't! That long sword is not as long as Yechen's body, and it should not have passed through the body in the first place.

  Although he was certain in his heart, to be on the safe side, Old Hu decided to turn Ye Chen over and take a look. Just as Old Hu was about to touch Ye Chen, a sharp aura suddenly burst out from Ye Chen's body.

  Whoa! This sharp aura, although sudden and unexpected, is nothing but an illusion in the face of absolute power. With a single move from Old Hu, that sharp aura can only stop in front of him, unable to move or stir.

  But what's even more astonishing is that the bloodstains on Ye Chen's body are disappearing at an incredible speed, everything happened in the blink of an eye, even Hu Lao couldn't react quickly enough to understand what was happening, but he soon realized that this must be due to the power of the Sword Transformation Technique.

  Transforming the sword with a spell, nourishing the sword with blood, and sustaining oneself with the sword. Hu Lao's understanding was far superior to Ye Chen's, and this phenomenon only managed to surprise Hu Lao slightly.

  Old Hu's eyes were divine, as if he wanted to see through Ye Chen. The bloodstains on Ye Chen's body were mysteriously disappearing at a rapid pace, and soon the blood flowing from his head disappeared from his body, as if they had never appeared before.

  The originally stiff and dry Ye Chen suddenly became soft and moist at this time, the whole person looked no longer so pale, round and smooth, shining with an inexplicable luster, making people feel like they couldn't look directly.

  A deafening roar, like thunder, burst forth from Ye Chen's body. A frenzied sword aura shot out from the top of his head, causing all the surrounding weapons to tremble with fear, as if they were welcoming their king. Especially those famous swords, which actually flew up into the air, swirling and circling around in this not-so-large secret chamber.

  Old Hu stood beside Ye Chen, no sword could reach Old Hu, but after glancing at Ye Chen, he still retreated backwards, making way for these famous swords.

  The famous sword has a spirit, the spirit comes out and the power is flourishing. So many famous swords flew up together, obviously something happened. Hu Lao didn't want to stop it, but wanted to see what kind of surprise it would bring to himself in the end.

  These long swords lost the obstruction of Hu Lao, and instantly surrounded them more quickly and regularly. In total, seventeen long swords surrounded them, forming a sphere made up of long swords that hid Ye Chen inside.

  The wildly dancing sword energy also lost its outward expansion, and it continued to whistle within the seventeen long swords that surrounded the sphere, gathering around Yedu's body with an inexplicable eeriness.

  The expressions in the sword circle also became richer, and various painful expressions appeared on Ye Chen's face, making Hu Lao, who was watching from a distance, feel a lingering fear. This really wasn't a cultivation technique that humans could practice!

  In the underground secret room of the castle, Ye Xue, Chen Tao and Ye Xue stared at the stone gate in front of them. It had been a long time since they had been waiting, but there was still no sign of the stone gate opening. Ye Xue's eyes were bloodshot, her small body trembling uncontrollably as she struggled to hold back her tears. Chen Tao also stared fixedly at the stone gate, his heart worried about Ye Xue. As for Ye Wu Men, he watched all this with an air of composure, his face showing no signs of sadness, only a thoughtful expression as he gazed at the stone gate, equally silent and uncommunicative.

  In this secret room, Hu Lao stood upright, without any aura leaking out, his eyes gleaming with spirit, looking at Ye Chen in the sword circle. Now, Ye Chen's face no longer showed those heart-wrenching painful expressions, and his complexion had returned to calmness.

  Those famous swords did not show any signs of stopping, their speed getting faster and faster, the round table under Ye Chen was pierced and shattered, the tabletop under Ye Chen had long since lost its support, but Ye Chen seemed to be unaffected, still sitting in his original position, neither descending nor ascending, as if a stream of air was holding him up.

  After an unknown period of time, Ye Chen, who was sitting in the sword ring, suddenly opened his eyes, and two sharp rays of light flashed by, like lightning, dazzling to the eye. With a loud crash, all the famous swords lost their driving force in an instant and fell to the ground. At this moment, Ye Chen also lost his support and fell straight down.

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