C34 Killing Swordsmanship Four Moves Soul Dispersing

Three months had passed.

Qin Buyi felt as though he'd been cleaved in two; one half was the epitome of reason, the other, a vessel of madness and bloodlust.

His body seemed to split down the center—his left eye lucid and clear, his right ablaze with murderous intent.

He oscillated between chaos and clarity with each passing moment.

This internal conflict left Qin Buyi feeling as though he was trapped in a perpetual cycle of reincarnation within a misaligned reality.

Unable to find a constant state, he was in an endless struggle against the insidious creep of his subconscious desire to kill.

In his murderous frenzy, Qin Buyi's voice was a hoarse roar: "Kill! Annihilate everything!"

"I must not succumb to this state; I need to steady my mind," Qin Buyi murmured to himself, seeking clarity.

Battling oneself is the ultimate challenge. It's easy to declare oneself the enemy in words.

But in practice, it's like trying to pry apart your own hands—using all your might and still, you might not see results.

What's more, the killing intent had been assimilated by his Divine Consciousness, becoming an integral part of his subconscious.

Attempting to reverse this bloodthirsty impulse was like chasing a fantasy, a fool's errand as unrealistic as a wild tale.

Honglian had been monitoring Qin Buyi's condition for the last three months, surprised by his prolonged resistance.

As the Killing Saber, born into a life of slaughter, she couldn't fathom how this human, scarcely more powerful than an insect, could persist.

Watching Qin Buyi, Honglian remarked, "Your efforts are futile. Throughout history, those consumed by Killing Swordsmanship have either descended into madness or perished. Only a rare few have managed to survive and regain their senses."

After a brief pause, Honglian added, "Clearly, you are not among them."

Honglian wasn't mistaken. Those corroded by the Killing Swords became lunatics of slaughter. Those who resisted would, sooner or later, deplete their vitality and die.

Upon hearing Honglian's words, Qin Buyi seized a moment of lucidity and responded, "Killing Swordsmanship Honglian, then bear witness. As your master, let's see if I can emerge alive and with a clear mind."

From the moment she grasped the Killing Saber, her intent was to consume her master.

Qin Buyi had been puzzled as to why the Tang family had intervened on his behalf, but now it was clear: the Killing Saber intended for him to meet his end at her hands.

The saber, once wielded by Haotian, the Lord of the Heavenly Court, clearly held contempt for Qin Buyi, looking down on him and everyone else.

For Honglian, who considered herself above all, Qin Buyi's death at the hands of another would be nothing short of an insult.

Upon hearing Qin Buyi utter the term "master," a more intense killing intent flashed in Honglian's eyes. She glared at him, tempted to scoff.

But then she reconsidered, realizing that Qin Buyi's persistent resistance would soon exhaust him to death. She swallowed her scorn and said icily,

"Why bother stooping to argue with a Defication Stage cultivator on the brink of death? I'll indulge your verbal victories; they're harmless enough."

Qin Buyi offered no response to Honglian, silently closing his eyes to continue his inner struggle.

Half a year passed.

Seated in meditation, Qin Buyi's furrowed brows relaxed, and a contented smile, absent for so long, graced his face.

In that half-year, he had battled between his mind and the killing intent. As the danger escalated, his Divine Consciousness absorbed all the killing intent, transforming it into a personal confrontation.

Each moment dragged on, an eternity of torment, yet Qin Buyi refrained from summoning the system to escape his dilemma.

He sought his own solution, determined to break free from his predicament.

While calling on the system might have offered a way out, this was a battle between him and his weapon.

Qin Buyi clung to his resolve, unwilling to yield or seek aid, even when death lurked at every turn.

Persistence bore fruit, and Qin Buyi finally conceived a seemingly viable strategy.

He gazed at the golden Divine Consciousness in his mind, now streaked with blood-red—a sight more fittingly described as Killing Divine Thought.

His first step was to methodically strip away the killing intent from the Killing Divine Thought through rapid circulation.

Qin Buyi set his plan into motion as the idea struck him, his mind whirring with the rapid circulation of the Killing Divine Thought.

He meticulously guided his Divine Consciousness, teasing apart the strands tainted with the urge to kill.

Honglian sensed Qin Buyi's movements, her gaze brimming with incredulity and bewilderment as she murmured, "What is this ant attempting to accomplish?"

Over the past six months, Qin Buyi's relentless perseverance had only served to aggravate her. Just when she believed he was on the verge of collapse, he would, against all odds, continue to withstand the pressure.

A month slipped by.

Qin Buyi's Divine Consciousness was now a stark contrast within his mind: one side shone with the untarnished luster of pure golden thought, while the other was drenched in the crimson hue of murderous intent.

Having extracted the lethal component, Qin Buyi's Divine Consciousness had diminished by half.

"Detach!" he bellowed.

He succeeded in momentarily expelling the Killing Divine Thought from his psyche.

Rising to his feet, Qin Buyi's eyes snapped open, now lucid and devoid of any hint of bloodlust.

Unable to resist, Honglian taunted, "Futile efforts. Even if you've managed to sever this killing Divine Thought for now, it's bound to return to you."

"You'll find yourself ensnared in the throes of slaughter once again."

Qin Buyi shot her a look of disdain, his voice icy, "Since when do you, a mere weapon, presume to lecture your master?"

Enraged, Honglian began, "You..."

But before she could finish, Qin Buyi cut her off sharply, "Silence, and be still!"

He strode over to Honglian and forcefully claimed the Killing Saber from her grasp, saying in an emotionless tone, "Xiao Honglian, pay close attention to your master's next move."

With a "clang," he drew the Killing Saber, the blade writhing in an attempt to break free from Qin Buyi's grip.

"Boom!" He coiled his body like a mighty bow and hammered a punch down on the Killing Saber.

"Be still!" Qin Buyi commanded, his voice tinged with fury.

Even a clay figure has a measure of temper, and Qin Buyi, very much alive, had been pushed to the edge by Honglian's provocations for over half a year.

As Honglian continued to wreak havoc, Qin Buyi's mood was understandably sour.

With a mournful "clang," the Killing Saber cried out.

"Cough!"

The attack had taken its toll on Honglian too, her face flushing a deep red.

Qin Buyi's eyes, filled with a biting animosity, met Honglian's defiant gaze as she gritted her teeth, refusing to look away.

"Hmph!"

With a cold snort, Honglian ceased her struggle, and the Killing Saber became still in Qin Buyi's grasp.

Holding the Killing Saber, Qin Buyi stared at the swirling mass of Divine Consciousness before him, drenched in the essence of blood and slaughter, and bellowed:

"Killing Swordsmanship: Slaughter!"

The blade vibrated at an incredible speed, striking the orb of Killing Divine Thought with tens of thousands of oscillations in a mere second.

"Clang!"

The surface of the Killing Divine Thought quivered incessantly from the impact, taking what seemed like an eternity to calm.

"Pfft!"

Blood spurted from Qin Buyi's mouth. Though the Killing Divine Thought had been separated, it was still intrinsically linked to his own consciousness.

A blow to the Killing Divine Thought was akin to a blow to Qin Buyi himself; the agony was immeasurable, far surpassing the pain of severed fingers.

Undeterred, Qin Buyi raised his saber once more, targeting the Killing Divine Thought.

"Killing Swordsmanship: Extermination!"

A colossal lunar disc, spanning thousands of kilometers, materialized before him, ensnaring the Killing Divine Thought.

Within this lunar expanse, phantoms of over ten thousand Killing Sabers emerged, their tips converging on the Killing Divine Thought.

As Qin Buyi cleaved downward, he commanded, "Execute!"

"Clang!" "Clang!" "Clang!"...

The lunar illusion faded, and the Killing Divine Thought shuddered violently, threatening to burst at any second, before finally steadying.

"Have you lost your mind?" Honglian asked incredulously.

She was baffled by the human before her. Disregarding his insignificant cultivation level, he treated his own life as if it were a precious gem.

Any external threat, no matter how minor, and he would ruthlessly seek to root it out, extinguishing any peril in its infancy.

Yet, there were moments of profound contradiction, akin to a madman recklessly staking his life on a roll of the dice.

"Cough!" Blood trickled from the corner of Qin Buyi's mouth as a wave of dizziness washed over him, but he paid no mind to Honglian.

Once the dizziness ebbed slightly, he brandished the Killing Saber for a third strike. "Killing Swordsmanship: Death Domain!" A sinister light emerged at the saber's tip, swiftly coalescing into a thread as fine as a strand of hair.

"Strike!" Qin Buyi commanded.

"Whoosh!" The shadowy light hurtled towards the Killing Divine Thought, striking with ferocity.

"Clang!" "Boom!" A thunderous explosion followed. The Killing Divine Thought shattered, unable to hold its form, and burst apart.

The remnants of the Killing Divine Thought, once filled with madness, cruelty, coldness, and bloodlust, dissipated, leaving behind only the essence of slaughter.

"Cough!" Qin Buyi coughed up more blood, collapsing weakly to the ground, his face ashen. Breaking half of his own Divine Consciousness was perilous; a single misstep could mean death. It was his sheer luck and unyielding resolve that had saved him.

Sitting on the ground, Qin Buyi addressed Honglian with a hint of mockery, "It appears that this time, as the master, I have emerged victorious. Unfortunately for you, your elaborate scheme to kill me has failed."

Honglian huffed but remained silent, extending her finger to Qin Buyi's forehead. A surge of information flowed into his mind: the Killing Saber Technique's fourth move, Soul Dispersing, along with an additional cultivation method.

This method detailed how to purify various Divine Consciousnesses from the world and absorb them for oneself.

Qin Buyi regarded Honglian with a mix of surprise and curiosity. Her expression was icy as she spoke, "Don't overthink it. I simply don't want you dying at the hands of another."

With those final words, Honglian fell silent. Qin Buyi began to practice the cultivation technique she had provided. In no time at all, he had gathered the scattered Killing Divine Thought from the world before him.

Following the instructions of the cultivation technique, Qin Buyi set about steadily purifying the unadulterated Killing Divine Thought.

Half an hour later, all traces of murderous intent had vanished from the Killing Divine Thought, restoring it to its radiant golden hue.

His Divine Consciousness reached out from within his mind, slowly drawing in the now normalized Divine Consciousness before him.

Within a quarter of an hour, the absorption was complete. Post-absorption, Qin Buyi's complexion regained its healthy flush, and the sense of frailty within him was thoroughly dispelled.