Chapter 820 - 510: Genius, Young Master

Chapter 820: Chapter 510: Genius, Young Master

"What are you doing!"

Zhao Yuling still hadn’t reacted.

She only saw Zhao Fu raise his sword; demon blood had yet to disperse from the blade, and the women kneeling on the ground one by one were cut down by him.

Fresh blood flowed.

Zhao Fu’s face was expressionless.

These women’s minds had already been completely destroyed.

As if they had only a body, and no Divine Soul.

For people like this, death was their only release.

Zhao Fu had seen too many things like this.

Zhao Yuling’s mind went blank; she could not imagine that a peerless hero who had just saved her would actually raise his sword and kill these innocent women.

She wobbled as she slowly stood up, wanting to stop him.

But the next second, Zhao Fu grabbed the back of her collar and neatly stuffed her into the Human Species Bag.

"Where did this girl come from? She doesn’t look like she belongs to this chaotic world; more like... a peaceful place."

The longsword returned to its scabbard.

Only corpses and blood were left here.

Zhao Fu broke the Forbidden Technique on the house and turned into a streak of sword light, fleeing.

The rumbling in the sky gradually faded.

In the end, only an incomparably furious roar came.

............

In the wilderness.

The sky was dim; only the moonlight was bright.

One cultivator after another held their swords and waited.

"We pay our respects to the Young Master!"

"Paying respects to the Young Master!"

Over a thousand people half-knelt at the same time.

Zhao Fu calmly looked at them.

This was not because Zhao Fu was the son of the Daoist Leader.

It was because Zhao Fu was their hope.

In the sky, two figures looked down from above.

One of the figures’ aura had yet to fully stabilize.

"I originally thought that when Fu’er faced those women, he would be soft-hearted. I didn’t expect..."

"Decisive resolve is the only way to survive in this world."

[At the age of twelve, you became the Young Master of Lingyin Dao.]

[This year, your Sword Heart was complete; under the Sword Dao Golden Core realm, you had no opponents.]

[You learned the Red Flame Talisman, Blast Talisman, and Geng Metal Talisman.]

[Your Magic in Object Control, Transformation, Illusion Skill, Divine Control, and other aspects all reached Great Success.]

[You spent a month and learned a Mind Technique, barely able to communicate with living beings when language was not shared.]

[You learned of Zhao Yuling’s origins.]

[You took her to search, but it was fruitless.]

[Helpless, Zhao Yuling could only become a member of Lingyin Dao.]

"Spiritual Power: medium."

"Fleshly body: lower-lower class."

"Divine Soul... Divine Soul: superior!!"

Boom————

A blast at the Divine Soul level rang out.

The talisman used to test Divine Soul strength exploded.

Zhao Fu’s sword scabbard extended slightly; the violent Spiritual Qi and Divine Sense in this place instantly calmed.

Zhao Fu stepped forward and caught Zhao Yuling, who almost fell to the ground.

"What happened?"

"Reporting to Young Master! The talisman exploded, which means that this, this young lady’s Divine Soul strength has already exceeded the limit that her current cultivation should have."

"If we judge by aptitude, then she is beyond the extreme."

"Looking across all the Thirty-Three Heavenly Kingdoms, there is no precedent for this!"

Doubt appeared on Zhao Fu’s face.

"Your Cultivation Technique?"

[You obtained an incomparably special Cultivation Technique from Zhao Yuling.]

[This Cultivation Technique is called the Taiyin Spirit God Technique]

"This method can cultivate a Yin Spirit?"

In the secret chamber, Zhao Fu, Father Zhao, Zhao’s Mother, and Zhao Yuling sat facing each other.

Father Zhao and Zhao’s Mother both had looks of shock on their faces.

The Human Race’s cultivation was of True Essence.

Since when could one cultivate a Yin Spirit!?

After three months of effort, Zhao Yuling could barely grasp the common tongue of the Human Race in the Thirty-Three Heavens.

She said, "Yes."

"The village Elder once said, the human body is incomparably frail."

"Living beings living in this world are like traveling through a Sea of Suffering. The fleshly body is like a boat, bearing a person’s Divine Soul as it sails this Sea of Suffering."

"Without the support of the body, the Divine Soul loses the foundation for existing and cultivating in this world, just like a person without a boat cannot sail on the ocean."

"Only, when it comes to the fleshly body, humans are far too frail compared to other living beings."

"Perhaps a person cannot cross the sea without a Treasure Ship."

"But fish can roam freely in the sea."

"Therefore, the cultivation of my Human Race is to abandon this enormous weak point of the fleshly shell and cultivate the soul; without a body, we can still rampage through this world."

"Without the constraints of the body, the growth of the Divine Soul will become incredibly fast, and even when facing the monsters outside, we will gain tremendous advantages."

Father Zhao and Zhao’s Mother exchanged a look.

Only Zhao Fu’s eyes narrowed slightly.

Easier said than done.

An ordinary person would have long since had their soul scattered without a body.

The Divine Soul leaving the body, becoming a Yin Spirit, and even a Yang God unafraid of sunlight?

Except...

This made Zhao Fu think of a special kind of cultivator in later generations.

"Ghost Cultivator!"

That was a path helplessly chosen when a human’s Divine Soul survived after death.

It was also a Great Dao, but far harder to tread than the normal path.

Of course, in later generations, there even existed Ghost Emperors as powerful as Celestial Demons, and Ghost Immortals who achieved Feathered Ascension.

"However, this method..."

Zhao Fu looked at the Cultivation Technique written in Zhao Yuling’s crooked script.

His eyes grew ever brighter.

"This is a road I have never touched."

"Yin Spirit, Yang God..."

Zhao Fu’s gaze grew brighter and brighter.

The True Essence within him surged.

"Fu’er!"

The two Golden Core cultivators instantly appeared behind Zhao Fu, each placing a palm on him.

Zhao Fu’s surging True Essence instantly became incomparably calm.

"Thank you, Father, Mother."

Zhao Fu let out a long breath.

Only, no one noticed that just now, one of the longswords at Zhao Fu’s waist flickered with light.

"Compared to my parents, how strong is the strongest person in your village?"

Zhao Yuling pondered for a moment.