138 The Later Stage of the Blood Solidification Realm (1/2)
Su Ming opened his eyes. For the first time, his eyes shone with a profoundness that looked as clear as ancient stars. He might be sitting inside the cave abode, but it made He Feng feel as if Su Ming had blended together with his surroundings. He could see Su Ming, but he could barely sense him.
Su Ming’s eyes especially made He Feng’s heart shudder. He had never even seen those eyes on Xuan Lun. Only a prodigy like Han Fei Zi could obtain this sort of feeling that made people feel as if they were drawn in when they looked into their eyes.
”Master?”
He Feng was very nervous. As he looked at Su Ming, sharp pain wrecked his entire body. It was as if there was a swift and fierce presence coming out from Su Ming’s entire body. He could not help himself but be afraid.
Su Ming turned his head and looked at He Feng. The moment his gaze met with He Feng’s, tremors suddenly shook the latter’s body. He floated dozens of feet away instinctively, as if his body was about to crumble. He even felt as if a sharp arrow pierced through his heart. All his thoughts were exposed the moment Su Ming looked at him, and he could hide nothing.
”Mas… Master…”
Su Ming smiled faintly. The pressure coming from his body immediately dissipated, his eyes also calmed down and returned to normal. He moved his body, standing up and letting out a long breath.
”Let’s go.”
Su Ming lifted his right hand and grabbed He Feng’s Spirit Body. Immediately, He Feng was absorbed into Su Ming’s body along with the cheering souls of Wings of the Moon.
However, this time, there was no need for the souls of Wings of the Moon to be wary of He Feng. He Feng was docile, remaining still inside Su Ming’s body. He once again felt the small sword and its pressure. Amidst his fear, he grew to be respectful towards Su Ming.
This sort of respect stemmed from Su Ming’s mysteriousness. Up till now, He Feng still could not understand why his people’s treasure would act as if it met its long lost owner the moment it saw Su Ming.
He Feng could not even predict Su Ming’s level of cultivation. He did not know how many blood veins Su Ming had, but he could vaguely guess that with the shining virescent small sword, even if he met Xuan Lun, he could still fight against him without losing.
Su Ming walked out of the mountain cave. It was already noon. The sun was bright and felt warm against his skin. He stood outside. As he looked at the blue sky and the white clouds, a sparkle appeared in his eyes.
‘Chances are hidden within danger… This time, to obtain this sword, I had to face danger. But it’s all worth it!’
Su Ming lifted his right hand and touched the center of his brows. The mark of the sword was still flashing on the center of his brows, but as Su Ming touched it, the flashes became slower, and then disappeared altogether a moment later.
‘This sword gives me an intimate feeling. It doesn’t reject me either… Also, that red meadow absorbs other people’s Qi, making it hard for them to maintain it, but not for me. It fact, it makes me feel safe when I stay inside it…
‘These two things are the legacy left behind by Han Mountain Tribe’s ancestor… Could it be that I’m somehow connected to him..?’
Su Ming closed his eyes and felt the wind against him as he remained unmoving at the entrance of the cave.
‘This sword… opened up a path of flesh and blood within my body. This path… should be able to let me absorb the power from the world necessary to maintain the Branding Art!’
Su Ming opened his eyes. This was the greatest reward for him from this incident besides the small sword. As he stood there, he could feel wisps of aura flowing towards him from all around him and crawling in through his pores. However, they were only flowing in like a small stream as of then, though if he continued like this, some day, the flow would definitely come crashing in like tidal waves.
‘This is a practice different from the practice of Qi… I trained to gather my blood to turn it into the power of blood veins so that my body would become stronger and I would obtain incredible physical strength. That is what is meant by Blood Solidification.
‘This practice is obviously not of blood veins, but one that is connected to the aura that exists in the world. If that’s the case, then I’ll call this practice Aura Convergence!
‘Blood Solidification allows me to have endless power and use my blood to cast various Berserker Arts. There may only be two uses for Aura Convergence now, but it’s really strong!’
Su Ming did not make any signs, neither did he hold any stone coins, but with just one thought, everything that existed within the circumference of 2,000 feet appeared in his mind.
At the same time, the mark of the sword that had dissipated flashed once again at the center of Su Ming’s brows. The moment the virescent light appeared, the small sword charged out of Su Ming’s brows like a bolt of lightning to the distance. It traveled so quickly it could not be seen with the naked eye.
Virescent arcs surrounded Su Ming in an area of 2,000 feet. They continued moving but were limited to that area of 2,000 feet. Once they left the area, the virescent light would become dull, as if no longer able to fly in a stable condition.
Yet to Su Ming, those 2,000 feet were enough.
However, using that small sword was not an easy task. In the span of just a few breaths, he began to feel his head hurting and his vision blur. The Aura that accumulated after much difficulty in the path that was just cleared inside his body instantly emptied out, causing the area of 2,000 feet to continuously shrink in his head, a telling sign that it was due to large drainage.
‘Five breaths is just right for me. If I go over that time, it’ll be hard for me to withstand it.’
Su Ming quickly called the small sword back to the center of his brows. His head was hurting badly at that moment, but he could not increase the rate of his absorption of the aura around him. He could only absorb it slowly into his body and store it in that path.