Demon Sword Sect's Undercover-Chapter 796 - 795: Ancient Sheepskin Scroll

Hou Niao, brandishing his great saber, accepted the worship of the people of the grasslands, a gesture that represented not only honor but also responsibility.

It was time for him to rightfully possess a systematized strength of his own; this idea was destined to be impossible within the confines of the Shan Sect Quanzhen, so he had to start from the periphery. The Golden Bloodline of the grasslands was his only choice.

"If we were to reshape the Golden Inheritance, should we contact the Elder Council?" This was Hou Niao’s question, as he had not met any Golden Core strong persons on the grasslands during his two visits.

Shi Le snorted, "When they’re older, they always hesitate, looking back and forth; they want to change, yet fear losing tradition; they aspire to advance, yet worry about losing their foundation. Thus, we find ourselves in this situation, where they let us do as we please while they hide behind the scenes and wait to see the outcome. If we succeed, great, but if we fail, they can still maintain the framework of the grassland."

With a grave look, "And, brother, as you see, the changes in the world of Jinxiu will occur within our generation. Over time, that’s about a hundred or so years; within realms, it is the Tongtian third stage.

The others, with their Golden Cores deteriorating, and the uninitiated fearful of not catching up with this change. Thus, the most restless across the Continent are those of us in the Tongtian third stage. The centre of this restlessness is the Constellation True Inheritance, and the target is the Spiritual Green of Outer Space.

Others may watch indifferently, but how can we?"

Hou Niao suddenly understood, it wasn’t surprising. Revolution required boldness, particularly concerning the ancestral legacies that had been passed down for thousands of years. It was not easy to break through this psychological barrier, especially now that Jinxiu Continent was on the cusp of change; otherwise, instead of watching indifferently, they might have taken to the field to obstruct it themselves.

"To become strong, how can it be without paying a price? But my method might not be quite suitable for the Golden Core Realm, their swordsmanship has already taken shape, hard to reverse."

With a sigh of resignation, Shi Le said, "Rather than sitting back and letting others take the glory, it’s better for our generation to stand up and strive. Life and death, rise and fall, it all comes to this."

Dozens of grassland swordsmen simultaneously exclaimed, "It all comes to this!"

Hou Niao slammed the table and stood up, "Magnificent, bring the wine!"

Among those dozens, were the most powerful, most potential, and most ambitious individuals of the grassland Sword Sect; they essentially represented the core strength of the entire grassland’s Tongtian third stage, the most vibrant group.

They drank in one gulp and threw their cups to the ground, a gesture highly valued by the warriors of the grasslands—the ritual of cup-throwing. Whoever violated this ritual would be despised by everyone.

Shi Le solemnly pulled out an ancient sheepskin scroll, and from the expressions of those around, it was clear this was probably the ancient inheritance of the Golden Bloodline of the grasslands,

"This scroll, dating back thousands of years, its exact age unknown; when our spirit mechanism had not yet revived, we used it to strengthen our bodies, and after the revival, we used it to wield our swords against the world. Everything else was added by later generations and does not count as fundamental. Today, I present this scroll to you, my eldest fellow disciple, in hopes you might find a path suitable for our grassland Sword Sect within it."

Hou Niao received the scroll with both hands, bowed to the heavens, then shifted his gaze to the scroll. At first glance, a general principle appeared: ƒгeewebnovёl_com

...The mysterious gate breaks apart, embrace oneness without deviation, know the white, guard the black, hiding the mechanism. Fire acts with clear winds, crossing three barriers with a gentle breeze. Transform the liquid into the four symbols, create true mercury, submerge in the jade pool. Nine revolutions achieve the Golden Sword Body, Divine Room shines brightly. Manifest the full and bright true aspect...

Beneath these principles, the proper resolution of the Sword Dao followed,

... Returning to the true residence of the Elixir Mansion, Penghu was uncertain of his rank. The dragon that should be transformed into a sword, the crane that is crossed without hearing the sheng. Old halberds all in a row at the red gates, new paths embraced by the purple aura. The general’s chariot and attire remain, the remaining celebrations belong to Xuan Cheng.

There are also some travel annotations.

... As Daoist Lou was encountered, he drunkenly filled the cloud chamber with wine. The dragon inquired about the secret within the pot, while people passed down the "Elbow Method." Long aware that a bird was the shoe, even pointing to rocks as sheep. Sending off interest to inscribe a letter, no words but a knotted sack. Qiu Xingming’s bright sword Qi, the night moon brews elixir’s glow.

He was here reading scrolls while dozens of people around him watched him, worrying that if the eldest senior brother’s insights on the Golden inheritance did not align, everyone’s efforts would be wasted.

They were feeling ambivalent, captivated by Hou Niao’s swordsmanship, particularly the technique of body sword integration, yet reluctant to completely abandon their own legacy; that is to say, they could let go of their ancestors’ understanding of the ancient sheepskin scroll, but not the scroll itself.

The swordsmen from the Grassland would rather accept that they had been on the wrong path for these two millennia rather than the inadequacy of the sheepskin scroll itself, as it was their spiritual support and legacy entrusted. If even this was wrong, wouldn’t the Golden Bloodline of the Grassland become a joke?

Therefore, what they most hoped for was that very ancient and distant legend, which posited that the Golden Bloodline of the Grassland and Shan Sect Quanzhen were originally from the same source, just deviated over thousands of years, and that there existed common ground between them after all.

After a long while, Hou Niao put down the ancient sheepskin scroll, his face neither sad nor happy, "Among you, how many have birthed a Sword Spirit?"

The crowd exchanged glances, before Shi Le awkwardly said, "Sword Spirit is the way of the Quanzhen Sect, we are not skilled in it nor have we heard of anyone on the Grassland who cultivated a Sword Spirit through sword cultivation..."

Seeing everyone tense, Hou Niao smiled slightly, "No matter, according to my understanding, the ancient sheepskin scroll actually contains the method to nurture a Sword Spirit, are you surprised?"

Shi Le responded eagerly but with some embarrassment, "So, is our Golden Bloodline truly from the same family as your Quanzhen Sect?"

Hou Niao laughed heartily, "No, it’s that all sword cultivators in the entire world, the entire universe are one family. It’s more suitable to understand it this way. Without a Sword Spirit, a sword cultivator can’t achieve much even in old age. Since I am currently refining my sword anew, let’s try together according to the methods in the ancient sheepskin scroll to see whether a Sword Spirit can indeed be cultivated."

The same ancient sheepskin scroll, different people from different perspectives will perceive different things; as with the same book of three-character classic, it might teach a great scholar, or a general, or a businessman, of course, it could also make a beggar.

The Golden Bloodline of the Grassland took the path of the sword, which cannot simply be deemed wrong, only that their perspective was not comprehensive enough, resulting in them becoming more extreme on this path through the long passage of time; it is unknown who first interpreted it this way, but clearly, the people of the Grassland lacked the passion to change or innovate.

If it was a famous cultivator from the Quanzhen Sect, he might see the Flying Sword Skill, because that’s the very thing imbued in him from the beginning, predetermined as the correct answer, thereby obliterating many fantastical ideas.

Hou Niao saw it more comprehensively; he saw wielding the sword, flying the sword and even the integration of body and sword!

Because he saw the integration of body and sword, he was able to find the method of nurturing a Sword Spirit; of course, the ancient sheepskin scroll wouldn’t state it explicitly, if one managed to practice it, it was because of it, if not, one could only blame their insufficient talents and lack of spiritual nature.

Guided by what was outlined in the ancient sheepskin scroll relating potentially to nurturing a Sword Spirit, everyone being cultivators, there was no need for excessive guidance, each followed the method as described.

This was the first wave of benefits Hou Niao, as the eldest senior brother, gave everyone, just uncertain whether it will succeed?