Inverse Sword Mad God
Chapter 39 - 39 38 Red Flame

39: Chapter 38 Red Flame 39: Chapter 38 Red Flame Lin Xuan leaned against the stele, sitting cross-legged on the ground.

The Longevity Technique surged within his body, soon breaking through the Fifth Spirit Vein.

In an instant, his aura skyrocketed, an invisible wave of energy sweeping in all directions.

The Longevity Technique was quite special.

After cultivation, the Spiritual Power within Lin Xuan’s body was extraordinarily robust.

His current Spiritual Power was in no way inferior to that of a Sixth-tier of Muculation Cultivator.

Should he truly make a breakthrough to the Sixth-tier of Muculation, he could probably single-handedly sweep across all cultivators of the same tier with one hand.

Lin Xuan slowly opened his eyes, his narrow pupils occasionally flashing with brilliance, while a lazy smile reappeared on his face.

“My cultivation has increased, but I’ve only found one stone; I need to hurry up!” Lin Xuan was filled with eagerness.

“I want a Spirit Root!” Lord of Wine shouted at that moment.

“I want a treasure sword!” Lin Xuan, not to be outdone, shouldered his fine steel sword and walked further inside.

Before long, a faint mist emerged ahead, and from a distance, Lin Xuan felt dizzy.

“Not good, poison!” He quickly backed away, employing the Instant Shadow Step that had now reached Small Success, with absolute efficiency.

Leaving a trail of afterimages in his original position, Lin Xuan blinked to a safe area in the blink of an eye.

Advancing deeper was not feasible; it seemed he could only head outward.

Lin Xuan made up his mind and darted outside.

The further out he went, the more alarmed Lin Xuan became.

As he neared the outside, he felt the Spiritual Power inside his body rapidly depleting, which greatly startled him.

“Damn it!

Inside is dangerous, outside is also dangerous, only the middle is safe; what a lousy place!” Lin Xuan wore a helpless expression.

Unable to think of a solution for the moment, he could only stay near the stele.

At night, it was pitch-black.

Lin Xuan chopped some black trees to use as firewood.

But it wasn’t long before he realized he had caused a mishap.

From where those trees had been chopped down, a black whirlwind arose, swirling toward Lin Xuan.

The newly made fire was instantly extinguished, and a tremendous suction force crazily tugged at him.

Lin Xuan’s body flickered with light, a thin layer of blue Spiritual Power forming a barrier against the whirlwind that lashed like Wild Blades.

At the same time, he dug his feet into the ground and resisted with all his might.

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

It didn’t take long before black whirlwinds from all Eight Directions drifted toward Lin Xuan, moving swiftly.

At this critical moment, a wave of black Spiritual Power surged within him; his body was half covered with dark lotus patterns, and two dark lotus leaves enveloped Lin Xuan, blocking all the black mini whirlwinds from the outside.

Moments later, all the black wind had disappeared, and the lotus pattern on Lin Xuan’s body vanished without a trace.

Feeling the Mysterious black Spiritual Power gradually fading inside him, his face became extremely solemn.

Previously, this force had prevented his cultivation, but now it had started to protect him, leaving Lin Xuan somewhat bewildered.

“Hmm?

Little Xuanzi, there are quite a few brown stones behind you!” The voice of the Lord of Wine interrupted Lin Xuan’s thoughts.

Lord of Wine’s condition simply couldn’t provide Lin Xuan with any substantial power, so he couldn’t intervene in scenarios like the one just past.

Lin Xuan was aware of this, but it still irked him that the old man always refrained from mentioning the black lotus.

He turned around helplessly, only to jump in surprise.

Seven or eight brown stones lay haphazardly on the ground, the largest as big as a grinding stone and the smallest the size of a fist.

“So many?” Lin Xuan was momentarily stunned.

“They must have been blown over by that strange wind just now.”

Using the light from the Spiritual Power on his body, he arranged the stones together and then reignited the firewood.

Fortunately, no black whirlwinds appeared this time, and Lin Xuan began tapping the stones, ready to cut each one open to see what lay inside.

His palm struck down like a blade, and he sliced the brown stones apart.

Out of a whole seven stones, only two items were extracted.

One was the Spirit Root Lord of Wine needed, and the other was a dark tile, large as a palm.

Lord of Wine was smiling from ear to ear as he pocketed the Spirit Root, while Lin Xuan, with a darkened expression, tucked the black tile into his chest.

“What about the treasure sword you promised?” Lin Xuan said, pounding on a nearby stele in frustration.

Boom!

Half the stele collapsed at once, surprising Lin Xuan.

“Is it that fragile?” Lin Xuan muttered.

“Alright, Little Xuanzi, since you’ve helped me find the Spirit Root, I’ll give you a sword,” Lord of Wine suddenly declared.

“What, you have a treasure sword?” Lin Xuan hopped about in anger, “If you had one, why didn’t you give it to me earlier…”

“Young man, too impatient!” Lord of Wine said calmly, “It’s already a bit of a stretch to give it to you now.

Don’t believe me?

Give it a try.”

As he spoke, a black vortex appeared in front of Lin Xuan, and immediately after, a dark red great sword flew out, landing with a clang as it thrust into the ground.

Unlike an ordinary three-foot longsword, this was a great sword.

The blade was wide, yet not thick, and the hilt was long enough that Lin Xuan could comfortably grip it with both hands.

Lin Xuan looked at the rust-covered dark red great sword, his mouth twitching in spite of itself.

Although he liked the look of the great sword, it appeared quite old – many parts were covered in rust spots, clearly an antique.

“This is the treasure you’re giving me?” Lin Xuan worried aloud, “It won’t break upon first use, will it?”

“Hmph, even if you tried, you’d not be able to break it!” Lord of Wine snorted, “This great sword was originally intended for when you were stronger.

Giving it to you now is indeed a stretch.”

Lin Xuan was unconvinced: “What do you mean, a stretch?” He stepped forward and grabbed the hilt of the sword.

Comfortable, incredibly comfortable!

Once he held it, Lin Xuan didn’t want to let go; it felt as if he were holding the hand of a goddess, utterly exhilarating.

Putting a bit of effort into it, Lin Xuan prepared to draw the dark red great sword, planning to practice the Thunder Move Sword Technique with it.

However, the dark red great sword remained unmoved.

“Hmph!” Lord of Wine scoffed lightly before adding gloomily, “As I thought, too young…”

Lin Xuan’s young face darkened, he pulled harder, but still, the sword didn’t budge.

Startled, he exclaimed sharply, then exerted all his strength.

At last, the dark red great sword slowly rose, gradually leaving the ground.

“Damn, why is it so heavy, what’s it made of?” Lin Xuan couldn’t help but curse softly.

“Not bad, being able to lift it with the strength of your muscles alone shows that you’re stronger than I thought,” Lord of Wine teased ruthlessly.

Lin Xuan’s face was grim.

Now he finally understood why Lord of Wine said it was a stretch.

He circulated the Longevity Technique, his blue Spiritual Power pulsing out, a surging force poured from within him.

His arms finally stopped trembling, but even with the support of his Spiritual Power, the weight felt immense.

Lin Xuan tried to swing it a couple of times only to find that the Spiritual Power drained incredibly fast.

Clang!

Lin Xuan planted the dark red great sword into the ground, standing firmly with the sword.

“I say, Drunken Uncle, you’re not purposely messing with me, are you?

How am I supposed to perform the Thunder Move Sword Technique with this sword?”

Lord of Wine took a sip of fine wine: “You’ll get used to it, and conquering it will bring you unexpected benefits.

Think about it, if you can wield such a heavy sword as lightly as a sewing needle, how strong will you become?”

Lin Xuan, of course, knew this; he was just grumbling.

From the moment he held the great sword, he had fallen in love with it.

“From now on, my path in Martial Arts will be walked together with you!” Lin Xuan whispered, “Your name shall be Red Flame.”

Infusing his blue Spiritual Power into the sword body, in the next moment, beneath those patches of rust, suddenly, red light shimmered.

Mysterious Runes became faintly visible, exuding a profound mystery.