Chapter 598 — The Scent of Danger

A great divine power that can mobilize fifty or sixty percent is already rare and precious. Only a divine power one has created oneself, better suited to oneself, can bring forth even more strength.

And a Dao-entering divine power that one has comprehended oneself can bring forth a truly terrifying amount of strength—basically all of one's strength is developed.

Entering simplicity from complexity—complexity is the process of groping out the various strengths within oneself, and it is indispensable.

Qi Jiuyi praised: "Vajra's insight is not bad."

Shen Mu glanced at him and praised: "Brother Qi's insight is not bad either."

Qi Jiuyi smiled slightly.

The Alchemist examined the Butcher's wound again and used silver needles to draw out the fire poison, laughing: "This little wound does not need me. Shen'er, call your fat one over to lick it. It will quicken the blood and grow new flesh."

Dragon Qilin hurried over at a quick trot, smiling apologetically: "Lord Tu, little dragon is going to lick."

The Butcher hurriedly looked at Shen Mu: "Shen'er, is there any bottled kind?"

The Alchemist said sternly: "Dragon saliva is best fresh. Bottled is not fresh, and the wound will heal slowly!"

The Butcher was half convinced, half doubtful.

"Brother Shen, Lord Yangxing has settled his grudges, and the Heavenly Blade's wounds are no longer serious. Now your mind should be settled, yes?"

Qi Jiuyi looked at Shen Mu and smiled: "It is our turn now."

Shen Mu was about to speak when suddenly a blade light flared, then split one into two, two into four, four into eight, dividing endlessly!

"Zhe Huali!"

Shen Mu's heart stirred slightly. Suddenly the sky-full blade light gathered into one blade and chopped down. Where the blade light fell, the air split to either side!

Vajra flicked his sleeve, forcing back all the people along the path of the blade light. That blade light reached ten li, and the massive blade edge chopped down toward Qi Jiuyi!

Qi Jiuyi's pupils constricted sharply, then suddenly relaxed, allowing the blade light to come before him.

The blade light suddenly trembled and split, becoming more than ten blade edges chopping down at Qi Jiuyi, like a peacock spreading its tail, then suddenly drawing back. These ten-odd blade edges grazed past the tip of Qi Jiuyi's nose without touching him.

Suddenly the blade edges withdrew. Ten li away, Zhe Huali thrust his demon blade into his back and strode over. Though his complexion was somewhat poor, he was very spirited. Clearly, in these days, he had suffered no small hardship in order to break through.

The Butcher looked at Zhe Huali and suddenly sighed, his expression bleak: "Of my two disciples, one has embarked on the path of merging battle and technique, and one has comprehended the sword Dao. Neither has learned the refinement of blade work. Instead, this one, who only glanced once at my blade work, has comprehended it."

Bashan the Libationer's face flushed red. Shen Mu was calm and composed, without the slightest shame: "I entered the Dao through sword work. I have more prospects than Senior Brother Bashan. The village head is very gratified."

Vajra looked at Zhe Huali and praised him without cease: "Zhe Huali, you may graduate from your master's tutelage."

Zhe Huali bowed in thanks, then rose to his full height. His sharp gaze fell on Shen Mu, then shifted to Qi Jiuyi's face. Blade light leaped in his eyes: "Shen Mu is mine. If you want to kill him before me, I will kill you first."

The Lame Old Man said in surprise: "Shen'er, you are quite in demand."

Shen Mu's face immediately went black.

Qi Jiuyi said calmly: "Zhe Huali, you studied under Luo Wushuang, the Supreme General of the Lingxiu Army? I see traces of his Wushuang Blade in your blade work. The Divine Blade Luo Wushuang entered the Dao through blade work. In the Heavenly Court he was responsible for teaching the younger generation of the Lingxiu Army. You received his true transmission—very good. But do you know who I am?"

Zhe Huali shook his head: "I do not ask who you are. If you want to kill him, you die first."

Qi Jiuyi shook his head: "A disciple of Luo Wushuang is far too ignorant of the height of heaven and the depth of earth. You comprehend one blade technique, have just stepped out of Luo Wushuang's shadow, and already dare to challenge me. Brother Shen, do you still want to watch me duel a demon-race expert? I will give you a chance."

Shen Mu narrowed his eyes. From him he sensed an extremely dangerous aura!

Within Qi Jiuyi, it was as if a primordial beast were gradually awakening!

This feeling was like a true dragon activating the Ancestral Dragon Taixuan Art. Yet Qi Jiuyi was absolutely not of the dragon race—he should be of the phoenix race!

"This is bad!"

Shen Mu's heart shook violently: "Qi Jiuyi has cultivated a technique that leads straight to the Imperial Throne!"

The Lame Old Man had appeared behind him at some point, instructing him earnestly: "Shen'er, when it is time to cower, cower. When it is time to slip away, slip away. Trust your lame grandfather's teaching—it is absolutely correct."

Shen Mu suddenly became excited, clenched his fist, his voice somewhat hoarse: "Lame Grandfather, I have never yet beaten to death an expert who cultivates an Imperial Throne technique!"