Demon Hunter and His Cabin
Chapter 646 - Chapter 646 Chapter 556 Alder Sword Seal

Chapter 646: Chapter 556: Alder Sword Seal Chapter 646: Chapter 556: Alder Sword Seal Onmyoji and the samurai of the Sword Pavilion, despite both enhancing their combat strength by concentrating their Guardian Spirits, have different battle styles after reaching the Third Tier due to a slight difference in their approaches.

The samurai place more emphasis on using their own abilities, maximizing their attack power by combining swordsmanship techniques with the capabilities of their Guardian Spirits.

Typically, a samurai’s Guardian Spirit acts more like an auxiliary existence, rarely being controlled to directly participate in combat.

By contrast, the Onmyoji’s Guardian Spirits possess more spirituality and can actively initiate attacks, or even act as separate entities.

Of course, there is no clear boundary between these two methods. It’s just a difference in emphasis due to their different approaches.

This distinction is more apparent at the Low-Tier, but as one’s strength increases, the line starts to blur.

However, generally speaking, the number of High-Tier cultivators among the Onmyoji far exceeds that of the Sword Pavilion samurai.

Although the Spiritual Power Roger gained did not quite push him to the Fourth Tier, it held great significance for him as it meant he could now engage in normal combat solely with his Spiritual Power.

Add to this the enhancement of his physical strength; when combined, the two do not simply add up but multiply, resulting in a geometric increase in his power.

Although he had not conducted any specific experiments, if he were to face Aian San again, Roger was confident that he could make his opponent pay a heavy price.

Gathering the Black Spirit Water he got from Sword Master Cold Crow, although the effects of this substance had already been demonstrated on Michihiro Morita, Roger still wasn’t keen on consuming it rashly.

If they could collect enough information, perhaps the Hunter’s Cabin could reverse-engineer the true composition of this substance.

If it could be mass-produced…

For the next two days, Roger stayed indoors, thoroughly studying the faction heritage obtained from Yatagarasu Kensumi.

With the bonus of Sword Heart, his ability to grasp ordinary swordsmanship techniques was astonishingly fast.

He saw many standard factions for a short time and rapidly ascended from one training level to another.

Advance and then advance again.

And then reaching Perfection and transforming into the parts needed to be absorbed by Roger.

Deep in his consciousness, in the part marked with the Sword Seal symbol, the change in the Quinn Sword Seal wasn’t too great, as the faction techniques he had mastered these past days focused on attack, limiting what Quinn could absorb.

On the contrary, the portion belonging to the Alder Sword Seal grew rapidly.

Time passed bit by bit, and Roger, like a sponge, soaked up all the information. Three days flew by, but Roger’s attention was entirely focused on his cultivation, having long forgotten the warning once given by Yatagarasu Kensumi.

Strangely enough, even though the time had come, Yatagarasu Kensumi had not sent anyone to urge Roger, so one did not go, and one did not seek him out, and things somehow inexplicably stalled.

Roger naturally turned a deaf ear to outside affairs, as the vast array of faction heritages opened a new door for him. Through comparison, Roger also discovered that the heritage of the Autumn Water Fraction was significantly higher than the faction heritages he had obtained now.

This was clearly abnormal.

However, the heritages of the numerous factions enriched Roger’s vision and also maxed out the progress bar of the Alder Sword Seal.

With the right opportunity, Roger could comprehend his own Alder Sword Seal.

He was aware that if he continued to suppress it and absorb more information, his comprehension would be quite different from now.

But there’s never been a shortcut in the cultivation of swordsmanship.

It’s a process of repeated corrections, reiterations, and trial and error, a constant affirmation. The desire to achieve everything at once is more likely to result in a fall along the way.

Enhancing one’s strength and then seeking stronger faction heritages is important, but more crucial is Roger’s own power. His personal understanding is one aspect, while another aspect is the Hunter’s Cabin silently deciphering the workings of this world.

The Sword Pavilion was built atop Snow Mountain and, aside from arriving here on the first day, in the days that followed, the flow of time in the entire Snow Mountain had returned to normal.

Early morning.

The first ray of sunlight broke through the sea of clouds, casting warm rays that covered the entire Snow Mountain, turning the snow as if gilded with a layer of gold, with silence everywhere.

Roger stood on a solitary cliff midway up the mountain. He looked into the distance, beneath his view lay a massive city.

The people of this world seemed to have grown accustomed to coexisting with monsters, and occasionally, he could even hear the conversations of various monsters sealed around the courtyard.

After several days of rest, Higurashi Senka had completely recovered. She stood behind Roger, her upright figure tightly wrapped in white Samurai Clothing.

Her previous weapons had been destroyed during Aian San’s attack, and although the injuries had healed, the dissipated strength could not be regained in a short time.

Boom.

Suddenly, a muffled thunder sounded in the clear sky, the noise coming from far away, reaching the ears still conveyed the power of nature.

Roger’s gaze pierced the thin cloud layer. He seemed to witness the birth and burst of thunder and lightning amidst the clouds.

That suppressed and explosive force, at the mere thought, snow, mountains, clouds, and even the distant thunder and lightning vanished from sight.

Roger’s eyes widened, and his body trembled slightly. With his breath, he felt the force in the void contract and expand, then continue without end.

“This feeling…”

Roger’s thoughts went back to the Mind Movement Blast of the Alder Dharma Seal.