I Have a Compass for Opportunity

Getting a free Spirit Extinction Elixir was undoubtedly an unexpected delight for Liou Yuan.

However, what put a frown on Liou Yuan’s face was that he searched through Zhai Yuzhu’s storage bag but couldn’t find the antidote for the Spirit Extinction Elixir.

It’s a common understanding in the Cultivation Realm that when a Pill Master refines a poison, they generally also create an antidote; otherwise, that poison might become their own Life-Taking Talisman.

Clearly, there must be an antidote for the Spirit Extinction Elixir.

The only reason he couldn’t find it was that the only antidote had already been consumed by Zhai Yuzhu; otherwise, she could not have faced the siege of three Yanluo Sect disciples with such composure amidst the elixir’s power.

"Without an antidote, I must use it cautiously," Liou Yuan muttered to himself.

Fortunately, earlier at the Nether Abyss Peak, Liou Yuan had used the Blood Absorption Skill to test the effects of the Spirit Extinction Elixir.

Since his Blood Absorption Skill could resist the Spirit Extinction Elixir, Liou Yuan could apply the skill in advance before using the elixir.

It seemed like Liou Yuan’s life had returned to tranquility.

In this cave, he cultivated day and night, having already consumed three bottles of Spirit Attachment Elixir.

Just as he anticipated, elixirs are most potent when first taken, but by the second bottle, he could clearly feel the effects were not as strong as before.

By the third bottle, the potency was reduced by half.

Thus, by using the Spirit Attachment Elixir, Liou Yuan managed to condense only sixty-two strands of Spiritual Power, totaling one hundred forty-two strands, still eighteen strands short of the one hundred sixty needed for the Qi Cultivation Ninth Layer.

Fortunately, he had also prepared two bottles of Qi Gathering Elixir.

The Qi Gathering Elixir was a notch less effective than the Spirit Attachment Elixir, but it was more than sufficient to condense eighteen strands of Spiritual Power with a single bottle.

While Liou Yuan’s cultivation advanced rapidly through the elixirs, his Sword Qi also brought good news.

On the twenty-fifth day of his cultivation in the mountains of Qiwen Mountain, Liou Yuan had just finished a whole night of practice.

Upon opening his eyes, he sensed his Sword Qi stirring within, autonomously bursting forth from his body.

Clang! The verdant glow illuminated Liou Yuan’s dug-out cave into a brightness akin to daylight.

Liou Yuan’s body was enveloped at the center by the azure Sword Qi, emitting an imposing aura.

This was the Sword Qi nurtured by Liou Yuan, and to him, it felt as natural as commanding his own limbs.

As soon as his thought moved, he extended a finger, and the Sword Qi coursing over his body instantly converged at his fingertip.

With just a single thought, the Sword Qi could pierce through his body and strike an enemy a hundred feet away.

The Sword Qi he had refined over several months had grown remarkably during this period, reaching nearly the level of the Sword Qi displayed by Lin Qianyin when she killed Zhai Yuzhu.

"With Sword Qi, even the absence of a weapon wouldn’t significantly affect my strength," Liou Yuan observed the verdant light on his finger with a look of enlightenment.

He finally understood why those who comprehended the Sword Qi during Foundation Establishment possessed such extraordinary combat prowess.

The emergence of Sword Qi signifies a transformation.

A practitioner who comprehends Sword Qi becomes a weapon themselves and no longer needs to rely on external objects.

Of course, possessing a suitable Spiritual Sword would undoubtedly enhance one’s strength further.

Liou Yuan had the urge to test the might of his Sword Qi.

However, considering he was currently waiting for an opportunity at Qiwen Mountain and wary of attracting attention with a large commotion, Liou Yuan chose not to unleash that Sword Qi just yet.

"In such a chaotic world, there’s no shortage of opportunities for me to test my Sword," Liou Yuan mused, withdrawing the verdant light back into his body.

According to custom, a Sword Cultivator who comprehends Sword Qi should bestow a name upon it.

For example, Liou Zhen’s Snow Shattering Sword Qi.

Or the Sect Leader Xuanyi’s Absolute Slaughter from his younger days.

However, Liou Yuan furrowed his brow for a long time without finding a satisfactory name, so he waved his hand nonchalantly and said, "What does it matter what it’s called, as long as it can kill?"

The breakthrough in Sword Qi also brought an unexpected delight.

Liou Yuan’s cultivation in the Celestial Calculation Skill for Taming Objects reached a Small Success once the Sword Qi could penetrate his body.

Liou Yuan could now control the Celestial Calculation Skill for Taming Objects, demonstrating the Green Tide Pure Water Sword, and the two major sword techniques: Shock Tide and Silent Rain Cutter.

This was a significant enhancement since the advantages of Sword Control capable of performing sword techniques over those incapable of it were entirely different threats to the enemy.

Furthermore, Liou Yuan’s control range over the Celestial Calculation Skill for Taming Objects extended to two hundred feet.

With a thought, the Canglan Sword shot out from his waist, flying toward the entrance of the cave.

If an outsider were present, they would witness an extremely peculiar sight—a turquoise Spiritual Sword hovering above the mountain peak where Liou Yuan was situated.

The sword was entwined with two beams of sword light, Green Tide and Sushui, ready to strike at any moment.

"Within two hundred feet, everything is within the attack range of my sword techniques."

Feeling the exhilarating freedom of the Canglan Sword, Liou Yuan’s heart was filled with unparalleled satisfaction.

Now he could attempt what he had always wanted yet seemed out of reach.

Flight.

The Celestial Calculation Skill for Taming Objects at Small Success already enabled Liou Yuan to perform Sword Flight.

However, this skill required practice. Summoning the Canglan Sword back into the cave, Liou Yuan leaped onto the sword suspended in midair, though his legs wavered slightly.

The sensation was entirely different from standing on solid ground—there was no solidity underfoot, akin to standing on a boat in water.

It took him most of the day to fully adapt to this feeling of suspension.

Then, with a shift of thought, the Canglan Sword gently carried his body, flying out from the mouth of the cave.

Initially, he flew unsteadily, cautious not to speed up too much, but after flying several miles steadily, he gradually accelerated.

Faster and faster, Liou Yuan’s courage grew with each passing moment.