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Chapter Thirty-Two: Witness My Seventy-Two Transformations
In the Solitary Moon City, within the ancestral hall, Lin Miaomiao was meditating and practicing the unique Martial Arts Technique of Solitary Moon City. Building upon the foundation of cultivation, she skillfully manipulated her energy, causing the lotus seed that had condensed within her Dantian to slowly transform into a sword.
In the Inner Sect of Solitary Moon City, this process was referred to as cultivating the Sword Embryo.
As night fell, Miaomiao rose and announced the end of her training for the day.
A figure clad in white appeared silently within the ancestral hall. No one could tell from which direction he had come; he seemed to materialize out of thin air before Elder Xu.
He was a man in a Pure White Robe, untouched by a speck of dust. His face resembled that of an immortal, exuding an ethereal yet fierce aura.
This man was none other than the Sovereign of Solitary Moon City, Sword Saint Lin Bai.
Elder Xu stared at the sudden appearance of the Sword Saint, momentarily taken aback. "What brings you here?" he asked.
The Sword Saint quietly regarded the spirit tablets within the hall and inquired, "How are this year's new disciples in terms of talent?"
"There are two with decent potential," Elder Xu replied, but internally he wondered, "You’ve never concerned yourself with the affairs of Solitary Moon City; why are you interested today?"
"Tell me more," said the Sword Saint.
"There is a girl with an Ethereal Body," Elder Xu responded.
Among Walkers, some individuals were born with physiques different from ordinary people. The Ethereal Body was one such type, capable of merging with Earth Qi and cultivating at an astonishing speed. This physique was as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns, a treasure sought after by every sect in Jiuzhou Continent.
"What else?" The Sword Saint asked again, seemingly unimpressed by the mention of the Ethereal Body.
"There is also a boy who performed well. He defeated a sixth-level disciple despite being at Dual Realm," Elder Xu replied.
"The physical body alone has achieved a strength of twenty thousand pounds, which is already the pinnacle of human capability. Where is he?" the Sword Saint asked.
"He is searching for a sword," Elder Xu replied, feeling increasingly puzzled. Normally, while Lin Feng was impressive, he paled in comparison to the Ethereal Body, like the difference between a grain of rice and a pearl. Yet the Sword Saint clearly placed greater importance on that mortal body.
"The search for the sword has not yet concluded?"
"It has long since ended. He has been searching for over a month but has yet to emerge from the water."
"Isn't that going to break my record from years ago?" The Sword Saint's interest piqued.
Elder Xu snorted, "How could that child possibly compare to my junior brother?"
After listening, the Sword Saint turned to Elder Xu and remained silent for a moment before saying, "Brother, perhaps this time you might be mistaken. When he finds the sword, bring him to see me."
"Understood."
As the Sword Saint finished speaking, he turned to leave but paused after taking a few steps. He asked, "When I came in, I saw that girl holding Zimo, right?"
"Indeed," Elder Xu replied, his tone slightly heavy.
"My junior sister's sword has finally made its appearance. With the Ethereal Body's talent, my junior sister will find solace beneath Nine Springs," the Sword Saint said, his gaze falling upon a spirit tablet in the ancestral hall. A hint of longing and sorrow flickered in his eyes.
"The Demon Clan..."
Finally, after spitting out those two words in anger, the Sword Saint transformed into a stunning sword and vanished into the night void.
Miaomiao left the ancestral hall without returning to rest; instead, she went to the Sword Pool as usual.
Sitting beside the Sword Pool, Miaomiao stared blankly at the water's surface, thinking about how Lin Feng might suddenly pop up from beneath it, grinning at her and teasing her for being silly—didn't she find it boring just sitting there?
However, this moment never arrived. Miaomiao began to worry about Lin Feng. Finally, unable to bear it any longer, she jumped into the Sword Pool.
This was her second time entering the Sword Pool. It was vastly different from the first time. During her first visit, the pool was filled with swords everywhere. Now, however, the Sword Pool was empty, devoid of even aquatic plants.
The Sword Pool in Solitary Moon City was a secret place. Disciples allowed by the Inner Sect could enter to seek swords; once they found a fated sword, a second entry would be unnecessary.
Miaomiao swam and swam in the water, searching the depths, but she did not find Lin Feng.
“Lin Feng, are you okay?”
Miaomiao murmured to herself in the water, sitting quietly for a long time. Memories of her past with Lin Feng flashed through her mind. From their first encounter on the back mountain of Qingshan Town, when Lin Feng was so naive that he wanted to eat her rabbit. Then she followed Lin Feng into Solitary Moon City and entered Beastly Forest.
Lost in thought, Miaomiao couldn't help but chuckle lightly.
“It’s been a while; I’ve missed you a bit. Do you miss me?”
As she waited for Lin Feng without any response, Miaomiao turned and swam back to the surface. By this time, it was bright out, signaling the time for cultivation. She hurried back to her room, changed into a new Purple Dress, and then went to the ancestral hall to report for training.
Time slowly passed, and half a month went by. In all of Solitary Moon City, aside from Miaomiao, almost everyone had forgotten about Lin Feng.
Meanwhile, Lin Feng was far from idle; he cherished his time more than anyone else and was busier than ever.
After realizing that he could not reach the bottom of the pool no matter how hard he tried, Lin Feng decided to temporarily give up.
He swam out of the water and headed straight for Beastly Forest. There, he hunted Second-Stage Beasts to obtain their True Blood for Medicinal Baths and roasted beast meat for storage. This time, he prepared thoroughly and entered the Sword Pool again with determination akin to a long expedition.
Lin Feng emerged from the Sword Pool just as the sun began to rise, missing Miaomiao by mere moments.
With ample preparation behind him, Lin Feng felt both confident and pleased. The water not only offered a chance to find swords but also served as an excellent environment for cultivation. This setting was perfect for someone like him who focused on physical training; it felt tailor-made just for him.
Lin Feng was eating meat in the water, cultivating, lifting weights, and even taking a medicinal bath. He did not miss any of the most important methods of cultivation on the ground. Just like that, three months passed unknowingly. After three months, Lin Feng finally reached the bottom of the pool.
Upon seeing the bottom of the Sword Pool, he noticed the mud had cracked into solid square shapes. Lin Feng really wanted to cry.
It was so difficult; it was just about finding a sword. Did it have to be such a life-and-death test?
Lin Feng sighed and muttered to himself, "Finally, I can get the sword."
Then, he really cried, though there were no tears left to shed. Because at the bottom of the Sword Pool, it was just as empty—there wasn't even a sword sheath or tassel.
"Damn it," Lin Feng couldn't hold back his anger any longer.
"Is this how I'm going to return empty-handed?"
At that moment, Lin Feng felt an overwhelming sense of frustration. He quietly looked around, hoping to discover something. He even thought about digging into the mud at the bottom of the pool to see if there was a hidden treasure inside.
Unfortunately, the mud at the bottom was too solid, like a wall of bronze and iron.
Lin Feng felt a bit sad as he thought to himself, "Could it be that because I'm not from this planet, I don't fit into the rules of the Sword Pool? That's why I can't see the sword?"
"If that's true, why didn't anyone tell me earlier? Why? Are you all crazy? Do you have nothing better to do? If you're bored, why not take a shrimp bath instead? Is it fun to mess with someone like me who’s just an innocent youth?"
Lin Feng shouted at the dark green water, ranting like a monk reciting scriptures for a whole tea time before finally stopping. It wasn't that he felt relieved; he was simply too exhausted. Speaking under such terrifying water pressure at the bottom of the pool was incredibly taxing—much more so than lifting weights.
"I've searched and I've cursed; there's nothing left to do but go back."
Lin Feng sighed deeply and then closed his eyes to gather his energy while waiting for his cultivation to recover.
Just as he closed his eyes, a sword appeared before him.
"Blade..."
Lin Feng was overwhelmed with joy, to the point of tears. Though only a few drops fell, they were hardly noticeable in the water.
When he opened his eyes, however, the sword had vanished. What lay before him was nothing but emptiness, just as it had been before.
"What the hell does this mean?"
Lin Feng realized that if he stayed here much longer, he might very well master the art of cursing.
"Do I really have to keep my eyes closed to see it?"
He shut his eyes again and, sure enough, the sword appeared once more. It was a blade devoid of any luster, resembling a piece of scrap metal, merely shaped like a sword. The blade was thin, likely corroded from being submerged in water for far too long.
"The sword they found glows with an ethereal light and even has a sheath. If I brought this back, they'd surely laugh their heads off."
"Hey, Lin Feng. Is this the sword you found in the Sword Pool? Are you embarrassed that you couldn't find a proper sword, so you just picked up a piece of junk to show off?"
Lin Feng thought to himself.
Since he had found a sword, even if it was just scrap metal, he still wanted to take it back. He reached out for the Broken Sword, but it felt like an illusion; his hand passed right through it.
"It's not a tangible sword."
"Oh for crying out loud..."
Lin Feng's furious shout echoed through the depths of the pool but was quickly crushed by the immense water pressure. He tried various methods to retrieve the sword.
If his hands wouldn't work, then he'd use his feet.
"Should I pray first? I saw on TV that the protagonist fell into a deep valley and had an adventure. Those who bow their heads can receive a legacy, while those who don't will be attacked by hidden weapons. Then I'll just bow my head.
I'll use the storage bag directly.
Is there a spell? Mama mia, open sesame, Amitabha, Infinite Life Buddha, all soldiers prepare for battle, Supreme Old Lord command.
It must be female; I'll use beauty. Alright, let's do a striptease.
...
Reliable or not, absurd or comical, I've used every idea that Lin Feng could think of, showcasing the seventy-two transformations. The result is that Lin Feng has collapsed.
"Broken Sword, I wouldn't even want it if you gave it to me."
Lin Feng cursed loudly as he swam upwards, vowing never to return to this cursed place again.
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