Demon Hunter and His Cabin
Chapter 689 - Chapter 689 Chapter 577 Three Months_2

Chapter 689: Chapter 577: Three Months_2 Chapter 689: Chapter 577: Three Months_2 The exquisite beauty of the cherry blossoms reflected the decline of Sword Master Cold Crow.

One life reached its end, while another burgeoned with vigor.

Roger was first startled, as it was still early and far from the end of the day.

“You should descend the mountain,”

Sword Master Cold Crow spoke again.

“Ninety-nine days, thirty-three inheritances!”

“To be honest, I am truly surprised.”

Sword Master Cold Crow revealed a gratified smile.

Roger did not answer; he knew part of the credit went to Sword Heart and partly to the guidance of the Hunter’s Cabin, along with the Spiritual Light Residence.

Spiritual Light Residence–the strength of a Demon Hunter was inseparable from the practice of swordsmanship, and during the process of cultivating swordsmanship, personal unique insights, apart from inherent experience, are indispensable.

The insights of ordinary Demon Hunters were but fleeting glimpses, but these accumulations of Spiritual Light could be preserved and become a driving force for the comprehension of new Sword Seals when needed.

To strive for more swordsmanship practice experience and insights into the rules of strength, and with the Spiritual Light coming from other Demon Hunters, one completes the High Mountain Trial.

This, in fact, was the real reason why Roger completed thirty-three swordsmanship practices in such a short time.

Nearly three months had passed, and Henrik and Amanda had not wasted their time either; the next promotion at the Demon Hunter Base was not far off now.

“Is the learning over?”

According to Sword Master Cold Crow, emulation was just the first stage.

“Of course not, but there are more important matters you need to attend to.”

“Besides, the second tier’s decoding cannot be achieved by mere practice and idleness.”

“You need to fight.”

“The most important thing is…”

He sighed.

“I don’t have much time left.”

Roger was silent.

Sword Master Cold Crow waved his hand wearily.

“Go find Michihiro Morita; he will tell you what needs to be done.”

Sword Master Cold Crow laughed heartily, “I hope that I am still alive when you return next time.”

“You will be.”

Roger bowed his head.

To be honest, facing Sword Master Cold Crow, Roger’s feelings were very complicated.

The two shared no emotional ties of mentor and apprentice, yet their relationship was as practical as one. As a top-tier combatant, whether it was in temperament, skill, strength, or even personal charm, he was the best among the transcendents Roger had encountered so far.

Compared with Sword Master Cold Crow, both Green and Lilith seemed pathetic and awkward.

The purpose of Sword Master Cold Crow was clear–longevity.

There was no so-called greatness nor any so-called justice; his starting point was selfish, but for the ultimate goal, he would not stoop to any means.

Not because he couldn’t.

But because he disdained to do so.

Sword Master Cold Crow did not choose the path of Tengu Shrine, perhaps not because he cared for the masses or the well-being of the ordinary people, but more likely because of the pride in his heart.

Compared with such pride, the arrogance of Aian San was nothing.

Deep inside, Roger sincerely hoped that Sword Master Cold Crow could succeed. He wanted to know what kind of splendor such a talented and proud warrior could create if he could live longer.

He was really looking forward to it.

Even in the depths of his heart, Roger hoped that all this was just his overthinking.

Arriving at Black Tower, it was only now that Roger remembered that he had been practicing swordsmanship recently with a plain iron sword casually found by Sword Master Cold Crow.

The last time he handed over the Sword of Destiny to Michihiro Morita, he had completely forgotten to reclaim it.

Guided by the guard, Roger came to Michihiro Morita’s room.

There was no one in the room, and he sat under a tree for a while before he saw Michihiro Morita enter with enthusiasm.

Compared to their last meeting, Michihiro Morita’s spirits had changed somewhat, his eyes were lively, and the vitality in his gaze even surpassed that of most young people.

Additionally, his strength had taken a significant step forward.

“Can blacksmithing actually improve strength?”

Roger silently pondered.

Michihiro Morita approached with a box in his hands.

“I must apologize, Roger.”

Michihiro Morita’s brow furrowed, “The modification of the Sword of Destiny failed. The whole sword is composed of two separate parts, and the original user was the link that connected these two separate parts.”

“In my initial plan, using the Everworld Stone should have allowed the bonding, but various unforeseen variables occurred during the actual operation,”

Morita Michihiro sighed, “So… I failed.”

Roger had never expected that after waiting three months, he would be presented with such a result.

“Does this mean… what’s inside is a Broken Sword?”

Even though he didn’t show it on his face, Roger’s emotions were still somewhat fluctuating.

“Who said that?” Morita Michihiro was taken aback.

“I’m not a fool; even if the transformation failed, I wouldn’t destroy your weapon, would I?”

“The Sword of Destiny is actually an unfinished product. Since it can’t be fully merged, I did the opposite by refining the surface of the blade and blending in Breath Soil. Although it can’t increase its attack power, it can strengthen the harmony with Spiritual Power,”

“Feel it carefully.”

With that, he opened the box he held in his hands.

Roger was immediately captivated by the brand-new Sword of Destiny.

At first, due to the special material, the Sword of Destiny, though metallic in sheen, was essentially a Bone Sword.

Upon closer inspection, one could still sense the texture of white bone.

However, there was little change elsewhere, but the edge of the blade now bore a red glow about a finger’s width wide.

At first glance, it looked like blood flowing on the blade, making the whole weapon seem more alive.

Roger gripped the weapon tightly, and a message popped up on the display board.

Unknown modification: Enhanced Spiritual Power harmony, potential upgrade.

Indeed, as Morita Michihiro said, there were no other changes in properties.

“There’s also this Crow Feather, completely reforged.”

In the box lay another weapon, with a feather-like pattern pressed into the body of the sword, which was narrower and length matched Higurashi Chika’s height.

Roger nodded and took possession of both weapons.

“The master sent me to find you…”

“Oh.” Morita Michihiro nodded and took out a dagger he carried with him.

The dagger, sheath included, was about fifty centimeters long. At first glance, Roger couldn’t even distinguish what material the weapon was made of.

Complex patterns were etched on the handle and sheath, winding around them as densely as threads.

“There’s been a new development. This weapon is a demonstration of that progress,”

“You must take good care of it and must not unsheathe it before passing it to someone else!”

Morita Michihiro advised earnestly.

“Whom should I give it to?”

“Go to Qinglu Mountain, and find Sword Master Funiu.”

“Among the Four Great Sword Pavilions, if Cold Crow possesses the strongest sword, then Funiu has the most durable one. More importantly, within the legacy of the Guardian Spirit Funiu, there is a Secret Skill known as Spirit Infusion,”

“This is a unique Secret Skill that can enhance a Cultivator’s own defenses via the Guardian Spirit,”

“You should know that in our research on Spirit Sword Technique, there is one stage where the Cultivator’s soul must possess certain characteristics of the Guardian Spirit,”

“The Sword Master surmised that Funiu’s Spirit Infusion might involve something similar,”

Morita Michihiro explained.

“Many schools can achieve defense enhancement using abilities; what makes this any different?”

Roger asked, a bit puzzled.

“It’s not the same. Many years ago, Cold Crow and Funiu had a confrontation. No one knows the outcome, but according to Sword Master Han Shan, he believes that Funiu is not just a simple accumulation of Spiritual Power,”

“The Sword Master suspects that they have fortified the Cultivator’s physical body!”

“Fortified the physical body?!”

Roger’s eyebrows twitched.

“That sounds like a method of Western transcendents,”

After all, those with strong bloodlines are known for their powerful physical bodies.

Morita Michihiro nodded.

“You must understand that this is the East,”

“So, there must be something exceptionally special about Funiu’s Spirit Infusion. If it’s as the Sword Master theorizes, acquiring the Spirit Infusion technique could advance the research on the Spirit Sword by a significant step!”

Morita Michihiro said with excitement.

Roger fell silent for a moment.

He noticed that Morita Michihiro’s term for the project had changed from Living Sword to Spirit Sword.

“I just need to deliver this to Sword Master Funiu?”

Roger frowned, sensing that things couldn’t be that straightforward.

Sure enough, Morita Michihiro shook his head.

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