Chapter 340: Worship Sword Technique

"Guan Jian Dian?"

Xu Xiaoshou glanced at its thickness and immediately realized this was the final straw that had overwhelmed him before.

Back then, the sloppy uncle had slapped this thick tome in front of him, spouted some nonsense, and then left him so furious that he passed out.

"Ling Ji?"

Xu Xiaoshou stared at the ancient book, his expression strange.

He thought of Sang Lao.

That old man always used forceful methods to make him learn new things, never encouragement or rewards.

And whenever it was like this, what he had to learn was never anything good.

"Jin Zhao Tian Fen" required a "Jin Zhao Huo Zhong."

"Jin Zhao Tian Yan Bai Yan" and "Long Rong Jie" needed a "Jin Zhao Da Huo Zhong."

He hadn't even bothered to look at the latter, let alone figure out how to obtain that great fire seed.

Now, the uncle was using the same tactics.

"Could Guan Jian Dian be something good?"

Xu Xiaoshou felt a mix of surprise and uncertainty, but leaving it in his mind didn't seem right either.

He reached out with his spiritual sense.

With a hum, in that instant, Xu Xiaoshou felt his soul being pulled, and his entire being was sucked into a mysterious black void.

Blackness.

Endless blackness.

Loneliness and vastness, solitude and ancient weariness, like an eternal aura from time immemorial, overflowed in the boundless darkness.

Xu Xiaoshou was surprised.

"Illusion?"

This was very similar to the special illusion that formed when he drew a mastery-type passive skill!

Could Guan Jian Dian be powerful enough to rival a mastery-type passive skill, almost unbeatable?

"You've come."

A hoarse voice echoed from behind.

Xu Xiaoshou spun around abruptly.

In this endless darkness, he saw the first trace of white.

It was a sword aura!

Or rather, "Jian Nian"!

Sensing the slightly familiar aura on it, Xu Xiaoshou was absolutely certain this was the same "Jian Nian" in his dantian!

But where was the voice coming from?

"Who are you? Where are you?" Xu Xiaoshou shouted.

The voice sounded a bit like the uncle's, but not exactly.

It was hoarse, yet not unpleasantly so; just from the sound, Xu Xiaoshou could sense a touch of nobility.

Amazing!

The "Jian Nian" trembled in response, wavering as it slowly rose and formed a faint white figure.

A white light flared up, piercing in this boundless darkness.

Even so, the figure in white robes remained very blurry, with no face visible.

The only thing clear was the multitude of swords!

That's right!

On this white shadowy figure, an "X"-shaped cross held two massive swords on its back—one purple, one gold.

Additionally, at its waist hung two more swords—one black, one green.

Xu Xiaoshou was dazed by the overwhelming, fierce sword intent rushing toward him.

Just as he was about to voice his confusion, the voice spoke again.

"Watch closely."

"I'll only strike once."

Xu Xiaoshou: ???

He hadn't even figured out what was going on, but the figure's words made him realize.

This flickering form probably didn't have enough energy to sustain a conversation; it was likely just a sealed fragment of light and memory.

Like a video?

The man in white finished speaking and didn't make any motion to draw a sword; instead, he raised his hands directly above his head.

It seemed like he was about to pull something out from the top of his head.

Xu Xiaoshou looked puzzled.

Didn't he say he'd strike with a sword?

Even if just once, he had four swords on him—why not use one? What's with the pretense?

Could he really pull a sword from the top of his head?

In the next second, his thoughts froze, and he was utterly shocked.

The man in white lifted his hands from the top of his head, and the world shook violently.

In the next instant, space shattered, time slowed, and Xu Xiaoshou felt even his breathing stall—this moment stretched on endlessly.

The terrifying rules of the great dao emerged clearly with that lift of his hands, then fractured.

Infinite white Jian Nian surged from the heavens, like moths to a flame, rushing into the man's raised hands.

Half of a Jian Nian-formed white sword hilt was truly pulled out from the top of his head!

Clang!

A resonant sword cry echoed through the heavens and earth, shattering Xu Xiaoshou's very soul.

This sword hadn't even fully emerged—not even a tenth of it—yet the world could no longer bear it and began to crumble.

Boom!

The darkness dissipated, and clarity returned.

Xu Xiaoshou looked at the familiar inn room and collapsed to the ground with a thud.

"One sword? Just one sword?"

"That wasn't even a tenth of a sword!"

"Powerful!"

"So powerful!"

"What kind of sword was that?"

Even with "Jian Shu Jing Tong" mastered, seeing that sword left Xu Xiaoshou with a sense of awe, like gazing across the ocean.

Such vast, epoch-defining sword intent, such peerless elegance that cut through all splendor...

Xu Xiaoshou could hardly imagine how magnificent it would be if that sword were fully drawn from the top of his head.

And if it were swung?

He didn't dare think about it.

That sword would probably obliterate this entire world.

"Too terrifying!"

Xu Xiaoshou let out a slight breath, and as his body relaxed, he noticed that his entire form was covered in cracks.

Broken fissures spread across his body, seeping blood, entwined with familiar Jian Nian.

The wounds were healing, but agonizingly slowly—barely crawling along like a snail.

Even though "Sheng Sheng Bu Xi" had reached the master level, it was recovering at such a sluggish pace?

To think, he had withstood Akainu's rapid slashes with his physical body!

"This..."

Was that sword cultivator just an illusion?

Everything in the illusion had affected reality?

Xu Xiaoshou was shocked again.

He felt like he could control the Jian Nian on his body.

With a thought, those strange entities clinging to his wounds were indeed drawn back.

They coiled into his dantian, reverting to their initial gentle state.

As soon as they vanished, the wounds healed rapidly.

"Is this the Jian Nian the uncle passed to me?"

Xu Xiaoshou figured that was the only possibility.

If his guess was right, this Jian Nian was meant to accompany Guan Jian Dian and was implanted in his body.

In that case, the shadowy figure in the Jian Nian must be the uncle.

"Does he have power like that?"

Xu Xiaoshou was puzzled.

The two fingers that had shattered the throne that day were impressive, but nothing compared to the sword just drawn from the top of the head.

Xu Xiaoshou couldn't contain his curiosity any longer.

He directly opened the Guan Jian Dian in his mind.

Flipping to the first page, it wasn't filled with obscure sword techniques, but a few lines of small text.

"Do you want to master the Bai Jian Shu you just saw?"

"Do you yearn for the heroic spirit of a sword emerging from the east, drunkenly leaning against the blue sky?"

"Do you want to ascend to the peak of the world with your beloved sword, cutting through the endless shackles of the chaotic heavenly dao?"

"Open me!"

"Don't hesitate—seize the opportunity, for it won't come again!"

Seeing this familiar tone, Xu Xiaoshou's mind already pictured that detestable face.

This style was spot-on for the sloppy uncle!

His expression twisted, and he wanted to close the darn book, but his curiosity held him back.

What kind of nonsense is this?

Could it really be that amazing?

Xu Xiaoshou pondered, thinking that with the uncle not around to watch, he might as well keep reading.

"But beware, once you choose to turn the page, there's no going back."

"Now that you've reached this point, you have three seconds to decide—turn or not."

"Of course, I sincerely advise that if you don't turn it, the Jian Nian inside you will probably explode."

Xu Xiaoshou was stunned.

"This damn..."

He quickly focused his qi on his dantian and saw the Jian Nian already swelling, as if it would detonate any second.

Xu Xiaoshou's face turned green. So this thing was basically a time bomb?

"You're screwing with me!!!"