Epic Of The Second Strongest Demonic Blade King Chapter 19
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After walking in a random direction for many days with the intention of leaving the valley that he met with the Ancient Expert, he finally arrived before a large town where his master's sect was located.
He would have liked to go back to his master's sect and exact vengeance upon the disciples that humiliated and compelled him to fall to his death, but he actually didn't know what his master's sect was called, since he never asked to know the name of the sect, nor did he know where it was situated.
He however knew that it was based on the peak of a mountain since Zhang Feng and the others dragged him to a cliff where he was made to push himself off to the ground.
Then he decided within himself that when he eventually knew what the sect was called or where it was located, and when he had increased his cultivation base, he would surely go back there to 'pay a visit' to them.
Although he would definitely love to seek them out now and firstly humiliate them like how they humiliated him, and then wickedly slay them since they tried to kill him, he however knew that he was too weak at the moment to go against Zhang Feng who was already a fifth-layer Spiritual Ascendant, and then the others who were at the third and forth-layer Spiritual Ascendance stage.
Therefore, with that thought, he would first try to raise his cultivation base to some level before going back to Zhang Feng and the others to harvest their puny souls, as he called it.
So, as he looked around from where he concealed himself from being seen by anyone when he arrived in a particular town from that far valley, he decided to stow away the twin silver blades into his spatial ring. But he discovered to his shock and dismay that he couldn't.
He would have done this when he was still in that valley, but holding the blades in both hands gave him a wonderful and fantastic feeling of being a Blademaster. He could somehow feel warm, tingling currents of power circulate round his entire body.
"What's wrong? Why wouldn't it go into my spatial ring?" He asked himself with shock and perplexity in his tone.
He just couldn't go into the town like this with the twin blades, as the blades from far invoked an absolute feeling that they were superior, peerless-quality, empyrean-grade blades. One would get this feeling even if they looked at it from far, as the blades despite being sealed to prevent their immense disastrous power from coming out, caused air and light around them to roil and distort, producing vacuum zones and jet-dark zones around them in the process.
After doing it a few more times and seeing that he couldn't stow the twin silver blades into his spatial ring, he gave up trying to do so.
He then began to think of what next next to do to hide the blades from being seen by people.
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As he began to produce numerous thoughts in his head on a way to conceal the twin blades in his hands so that they wouldn't be noticed by anyone, he realized a few moments later that there was no way that he would be able to do that, especially with where he was as there were no materials around him to do just that.
Then an idea suddenly struck him.
'Hmm. There should surely be a way in my master's battle art on how to veil the blades from being seen or detected by anyone' Xiao Lin said inwardly.
He then looked into his memory to see if there was a particular concealment technique or method that was mentioned in the 'Way of the Demonic Blade' battle art that the Demonic Blade King, Lin Shou Wen, transmitted to his memory, just so he could conceal the blades from being detected by even powerful cultivators if his body was scanned by their powerful senses.
Then he came across a technique called 'Blade Binding - Concealment technique' in the battle art that was indelibly branded to his memory.
'Aii!'
He nodded his head with a sigh of relief.
He then began to go through the technique to execute it so he could bind the blades to his being.
When he was done going through the technique, he understood what he had to do next.
He then backed from where he was to go find a more hidden place to do what he was about to do next.
When he found a place that seemed more hidden and wouldn't reveal him to any passersby, he entered there and sat on the ground in the cross-legged position with the blades laid on the ground before him and their hilts contacting the other.
He then proceeded to do the 'Blood Binding Ritual' described in the Blade Binding technique. And this he tried to initiate by painfully biting himself hard on his lower lip so he could have a cut on it.
Once he developed a cut on his lower lip, he pressed it hard to cause blood to drop from it unto the blades that were placed before him and had the bases of their hilts touching the other.
The instant that his blood got onto the surfaces of the twin-looking blades, he began to perform mysterious finger gestures.
Once he ended the mystifying finger gestures which took him a few minutes to complete, words and symbols that he couldn't decipher and seemed anciently, suddenly appeared on the surfaces of the twin blades that constantly emitted pure silvery and dark silvery lights.
Then immediately after the glyph-like words and symbols appeared, the blood that Xiao Lin dropped on each of the blades unexplainably grew in size.
Then as the drops of blood that Xiao Lin pressed onto them incomprehensibly grew in size, they suddenly, rapidly spread out like dozens of tentacles to entirely cover the two blades that were contacting each other from the bases of their handles.
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So a second later, the drops of blood which Xiao Lin squeezed onto them had spread throughout the surfaces of the twin blades and their handles, completely engulfing them and then causing them to begin to glow brilliantly in the color of blood which occurred for a few seconds before receding.
When the soft blood-colored radiance that erupted from the blades ceased, with the cryptic words and symbols that earlier appeared on their surfaces vanishing without a trace, Xiao Lin could suddenly feel that the blades before him were a part of his body. He felt that he could move them like they were his actual limbs.
"Finally, they have been bound to me by blood. Now, they are a part of me while I am a part of them" He said excitedly.
'Go in!' He commanded inwardly.
Then the blades instantly disappeared from where they were placed on the ground and actually rematerialized in his dantian.
Once they appeared in his dantian, the twin-looking blades which were both four fingers wide and four feet long, actually began to boundlessly erupt thick bloody auras to completely veil themselves from everyone's view, including from that of the powerful scanning senses of really powerful experts.
Now, no one would be able to see the twin silver blades unless they could look into his dantian which of course, was enwrapped by the condensed spiritual power of his primordial Animal Spirit, blocking anything that would penetrate into his body from looking into what was contained in his dantian. So Xiao Lin reasoned.
He then stood from his cross-legged position on the ground and left the hidden, isolated place that he concealed himself in. He then walked back to the place that he backed away from earlier.
After observantly looking around for sometime and seeing that no one was walking in the direction that he stood in, Xiao Lin abruptly walked into the wide road of a particular street to join the crowds of people moving up and down to carry out certain businesses that they had in mind.
Although he was looking dirty as his robe was covered with dirt and filth, catching people's attention in the process and making them look at him with furrowed brows, they however didn't pay him too much attention and only turned their heads away from him while also avoiding him at the same time to go do things that they had in their minds.
But even if they paid much attention, Xiao Lin wouldn't care.
At the moment, he was looking around to see where he could break into to steal some clothes to change his dirty robes and then steal some food to feed on.
He was seriously hungry as he hadn't eaten for many days. And this was because he didn't come across anything to eat in the valley where he crashed into from his fall off that cliff. And he didn't want to consume any fruit or plant that he saw on his way since he couldn't really identify an edible fruits or plants from poisonous ones.
Living in that grand massive mansion that floated in the sky beneath the clouds, had made him not to have any form of knowledge about any plants or fruits that grew in the wildernesses.
So, he tried to endure his biting hunger till he would get to where humans inhabited and get something really nice and tasty to eat.
Since he was now in a town where humans inhabited, he began to scan the many tall and small houses and shops in the street with his rapidly moving eyes for where he could steal fruits, edible vegetables or even entire meals from so that he could satisfy the raging, roaring hunger that he felt within.
But first, he wanted to change his soiled robes before going to steal something that he would eat.
After scanning for sometime and seeing that now was the chance to do so without possibly being seen by anyone, he calmly broke into a house that he was directly in front of by gently forcing the door open with his increased physical strength.
Once he gained entry into the house, and without trying to know if anyone was in, he began to rush into the different rooms in the house to get to where they kept their clothes. And fortunately for him, no one was in. So, no one appeared to stop him. Xiao Lin too had realized this, so be became unrestrained.
Bang!
He kicked down a door of one of the rooms that he speedily arrived in front of.
But nothing like clothes could be found in there when he looked into the place.
"Ugh!" He uttered with displease in his tone.
He knew that he had to be really fast with what he was doing since he didn't want to get caught, as the owners of the house might come in later. And there was no telling if they could be cultivators.
He then hurried to another room.
After kicking down a few more doors of other rooms, he finally arrived before one where he saw clothes in there.
Aii!
He then gave a sigh of relief.
Very quickly, he tore off the soiled one on his body and took one from the wardrobe to wear.
He then packed more clothes into a small sack that he saw somewhere and stowed that sack of clothes into a spatial ring worn that he wore on his finger.
Immediately he did all these, he rushed out of the tall house into the wide street that it was located.
After he scurried out of the house to appear in the street, he abruptly composed himself like he was one of the inhabitant of the house that he just hurried out of and began to walk into the distance with a broad smile in his face, amiably nodding at everyone that looked at him with gazes of uncertainty.
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