The Demon Lord of All Forms

Chapter 25 Recovery, Seven Kill Sword

At first, Li Qinghe was reluctant to say much, but Yun Weiyang was in no hurry. He would ask a few questions every day with a respectful attitude and a gentle tone. After a while, Li Qinghe became too lazy to keep up the act and would talk to him casually.

Yun Weiyang memorized all the information about the geography of Tianyuan Nine Provinces, the distribution of major forces, the division of cultivation realms, the grades of cultivation techniques, and the levels of magic treasures.

Yun Weiyang also inquired about the cultivation method that Li Qinghe practiced.

"The Nine Extremes Hell Demon Path." When Li Qinghe mentioned this, a rare glint of light flashed in his eyes: "This is a top-tier celestial technique, a sword cultivation method known for its killing prowess. Within the Nine Nether Sect, only one in ten thousand can master this technique."

Yun Weiyang's eyes lit up: "Can I learn it?"

Li Qinghe glanced at him and said calmly, "No."

Why?

"Because you're not qualified."

Yun Weiyang smiled and didn't press the matter.

He was certainly not qualified. He had not yet gained Li Qinghe's approval, so Li Qinghe would naturally not pass on such a technique to him.

As the days went by, Li Qinghe would ask Yun Weiyang every now and then when the offerings would arrive, and Yun Weiyang would always smile and shake her head: "The time hasn't come yet."

Li Qinghe snorted coldly and stopped asking questions. The body she had possessed was not very talented, and her cultivation speed was like that of a tortoise. Two and a half years had passed, and her cultivation had only just reached the threshold of the Dao Embryo stage. Meanwhile, Yun Weiyang, a young man who stayed in the cave all day and did not cultivate much, had already reached the peak of the Longevity Realm. If Yun Weiyang hadn't said that he would join the Nine Nether Sect to change his foundation and forge the most advanced Dao Embryo, he would have already advanced to the Dao Embryo stage.

Yun Weiyang's qualifications even caught Li Qinghe's attention.

Two and a half years later, one evening.

Li Qinghe sat cross-legged in the stone chamber, with faint sword light emanating from her body. She was trying to break through to the Dao Embryo Realm, but the aptitude of this body was too poor, and every step was difficult.

Footsteps approached.

Li Qinghe didn't open her eyes. Yun Weiyang often went out, sometimes for a day, sometimes for three or five days, and she couldn't be bothered to pay attention to her.

But this time, there was more than one set of footsteps.

A dense chorus of footsteps came from outside the cave, like an army marching. Li Qinghe frowned slightly, but still did not open her eyes.

Then, those people went into the stone chamber.

One, two, ten, a hundred...

The footsteps stopped, and the stone chamber was filled with people.

Li Qinghe finally opened her eyes, her pupils contracting sharply.

The stone chamber was densely packed with people, men and women, young and old, dressed simply, with calm expressions. These people were active in spirit, showing no signs of being controlled, and their faces showed no fear. They looked at Li Qinghe and one after another smiled.

Ten thousand cultivators at the Longevity Realm.

Li Qinghe stood up and looked at Yun Weiyang in front of her.

Yun Weiyang stood at the front of the crowd, a smile on her face.

"It's a little earlier than I predicted. All ten thousand Longevity Realm offerings are ready."

Li Qinghe looked at Yun Weiyang, her expression changing.

As a true master of the demonic path, she had witnessed countless bloody scenes and personally slaughtered tens of thousands of lives, but she had never seen anything like this before: ten thousand people willingly walking in, standing here, waiting to be killed by her.

Without control or threat, these people were genuinely willing to be killed by her, a situation that sent a chill down Li Qinghe's spine.

"Who exactly are you?" Li Qinghe's voice was low, carrying a hint of apprehension that she herself was unaware of.

Yun Weiyang looked at Li Qinghe and said calmly, "I have fulfilled my promise. I am your personal disciple, Yun Weiyang."

Li Qinghe remained silent.

The stone chamber was quiet. Ten thousand people stood in the darkness, no one spoke, no one moved.

"Master," Yun Weiyang said, "you should recover your cultivation as soon as possible."

Li Qinghe glanced at Yun Weiyang again. This time, her gaze was no longer condescending, but rather complex.

Li Qinghe didn't say anything more. He turned around and walked into the stone chamber where he cultivated. In front of the innermost wall, he struck out with his palm.

The rock wall shattered, revealing a hidden compartment. A fleeting, shimmering blood-red light appeared, and a long sword lay silently inside.

The sword is ancient and slender, semi-transparent, as if it were carved from ice. There is no blood on the blade, but it faintly emits a dark red light, as if blood is flowing inside the sword.

Li Qinghe reached out and grasped the sword hilt.

"A spiritual treasure." Yun Weiyang looked at the long sword in Li Qinghe's hand and said softly, her eyes shining.

The Flying Immortal Sword appeared in Yun Weiyang's hand, its tip pointing at the spiritual treasure sword in Li Qinghe's hand. The sword trembled slightly and emitted a low, mournful sound, just like a low-level demon beast encountering a high-level demon beast, instinctively lowering its head.

Magical artifacts, magical treasures, true artifacts, spiritual treasures, and supreme treasures of primordial yang—these are the classifications of magical treasures in the Nine Provinces of Tianyuan. Spiritual treasures are second only to supreme treasures of primordial yang, which are used by major sects to suppress fortune, and their power is enough to split mountains and seas.

The Seven Kill Sword is Li Qinghe's natal sword.

With the longsword in hand, Li Qinghe couldn't help but smile, a joy born of a long-awaited reunion.

Turning around, Li Qinghe walked out of the stone chamber and stood in front of ten thousand people.

With the Seven Kill Sword in hand, Li Qinghe raised the sword and thrust it out.

The crimson sword light, like a ribbon, silently pierced through the dozens of people in the hall.

Without screams or struggles, these people's bodies collapsed in the sword light, turning into patches of bloody light that sank into the Seven Kill Sword.

Yun Weiyang stood aside, watching this scene with an unchanged expression.

These people are his incarnations; ten thousand lives were exchanged for the trust of an elder of the Nine Nether Sect.

worth it.

Li Qinghe kept drawing his sword, one strike after another, and blood-red light bloomed in the cave, like clusters of red spider lilies.

The Seven Kill Sword greedily devoured the blood sacrifice, its color deepening from translucent to light red, then to deep red, finally transforming into a blood-red longsword, with blood still dripping from its blade.

A quarter of an hour later, the last person's blood-red light sank into the sword.

The Seven Kill Sword shone brightly.

The crimson light dyed the entire stone chamber red, and viscous blood gushed from the sword, engulfing Li Qinghe's body.

The blood glowed brightly, and the blood congealed, forming a huge blood cocoon. Countless faces vaguely appeared within the blood cocoon, but in the next instant, they sank back into the depths of the blood pool.

Yun Weiyang stood beside the blood pool, watching all of this.

One hour, two hours.

The pool of blood rippled and then slowly contracted.

Amidst the swirling crimson light, a fair-skinned body appeared.

She was completely naked, with a graceful figure and long, flowing black hair. The interplay of black and white created a unique and striking beauty.

The newborn woman was much more beautiful than the previous Li Qinghe. Perhaps she wasn't stunningly beautiful, but beneath her sword-like eyebrows, her bright eyes possessed a captivating and aloof charm.

The blood-red light contracted, transforming into a simple, dark red outfit that enveloped the woman's body.

The woman, holding the Seven Kill Sword, walked up to Yun Weiyang, her eyebrows furrowing as she looked at the smile on his face.

puff!

Without any visible movement, the Seven Kill Sword pierced through Yun Weiyang's heart.