The Transmigrator's Cultivation

Chapter 117 - Arc 8: Wuling Immortal Sect | Chapter 117: Four Season Swordsmanship

Translator: Lynn

Suddenly, Xu Ziqing recalled the person who had caused trouble for him before – it was Hu Guangyuan! Back in the small world of Tenglong Peak, this young lord from Wuliang Sect had targeted Zhang Chi, an outstanding disciple of his own sect, seeking trouble and even challenging him. If Xu Ziqing hadn’t possessed some skills at that time, Hu Guangyuan could have easily crippled him or even killed him on the spot.

The memory of Hu Guangyuan and Wuliang Sect brought displeasure to Xu Ziqing. They were both cultivators, and there was no reason for them to be antagonistic towards each other. He couldn’t fathom why some people would cause trouble unnecessarily and hinder their own spiritual progress.

Since arriving at the Wuling Immortal Gate, Xu Ziqing had encountered good-natured fellow cultivators, made friends, and witnessed the abundant resources and rules of the Immortal Gate. He had been in a good mood, but now he realized that even though the Wuling Immortal Sect was a second-rank sect, it was not without conflict.

This realization made Xu Ziqing’s gaze turn cold. He had experienced a lot, and now he understood one thing: in many cases if he shows any sign of weakness, others will take advantage of it. In the past, when he was alone, it might not have mattered much, but now that he had a master, fellow disciples, and friends, retreating would not only affect him but also those around him. If the person he’s dealing with is truly someone he can’t afford to provoke, he would handle it himself.

Various thoughts raced through his mind, and Xu Ziqing smiled and replied to the observant young man, “Thank you for letting me know.”

The young man also observed Xu Ziqing’s expression carefully, realizing that he didn’t seem fearful or panicked. He assumed Xu Ziqing was just unaware of Li Cai’s arrogance due to being new here.

The young man sighed and advised, “In the future, if you encounter trouble, invite a senior to accompany you.” He had mentioned a few words earlier because the young man in blue had seemed gentle and approachable, but he couldn’t offer much help against someone as powerful as Li Cai. As Li Cai hadn’t noticed them yet, the clever young man quickly slipped away to the other side of the bookshelf.

Xu Ziqing took note of the young man’s appearance, determined to remember the malice of some people, but he would always cherish the kindness he encountered.

After the brief incident with Li Cai, Xu Ziqing continued his search for exercises undeterred. Not long after, he came across a peculiar technique called the “Spring Rain Sword Art.”

As the name implied, this sword technique was inspired by the state of spring rain, with its moves designed to be as dense and continuous as the falling rain. This concept resonated with Xu Ziqing’s temperament.

However, he soon realized that this sword technique was not as straightforward as he initially thought. The title page revealed that the “Spring Rain Sword Art” was just a quarter of a complete set of low-grade Xuan-level exercises. This discovery piqued Xu Ziqing’s curiosity, and he became interested in the other three sword arts mentioned.

He swiftly searched the nearby bookshelf and found the “Summer Storm Sword Art,” “Autumn Wind Sword Art,” and “Winter Snow Sword Art.” Taking them into his hands, Xu Ziqing decided to combine “Spring Rain” and “Summer Storm” together, and “Autumn Wind” and “Winter Snow” in another set.

In a fascinating display of brilliance, the two books merged into one, forming a complete set of sword skills.

This discovery amused Xu Ziqing. Considering he possessed the Wood attribute, which changes with the seasons, this set of sword skills might be highly suitable for him. The coincidence of the phrase “spring rain nourishes, ten thousand trees grow hair” deepened his sense of destiny, and he no longer hesitated.

Pulling out two yellow-ranked jade slips, which were a gift from Senior Brother Yun, Xu Ziqing used them to record all the swordsmanship of the four seasons. Without these additional jade slips, he wouldn’t have been able to store all the information with just two human-level jade slips in hand.

With his left hand holding the jade slip and his right hand spreading open the book, Xu Ziqing quickly immersed his spiritual consciousness into the pages. The power of divine consciousness was formidable, and as it entered the book, he felt an endless sense of exhaustion. Amidst the intensity, he heard roaring sounds that nearly shocked his soul. However, he managed to remain calm, scanning over the formulas and patterns in the book. Subsequently, he engraved the lingering and violent meanings into the jade slip using his consciousness.

In just a few breaths, Xu Ziqing completed the process of burning the combined Huang-rank exercises, but he felt a lingering discomfort and his face turned pale. Burning exercises was no easy task, especially when it came to Huang-rank exercises, which consumed far more energy than human-rank ones. Even though the combined exercise was initially composed of two human-rank techniques, it was still significantly more demanding.

After a short rest, Xu Ziqing managed to record the Huang-rank exercises formed by combining “Autumn Wind” and “Winter Snow.” By this point, most of his spiritual consciousness was depleted, and he began to feel slight aches in the acupoints on his forehead.

Although he had planned to visit other libraries, Xu Ziqing gave up on the idea. He had already selected a suitable sword technique, and it was best to start practicing right away. If it didn’t work out, he could always come back and choose another one. He knew that lingering in the library, trying to choose from many enticing exercises, might lead to indecision and greed.

Having made his decision, Xu Ziqing brushed aside further thoughts and left the library. While heading back, he glanced around and was relieved not to see Li Cai. Nonetheless, he remained vigilant.

Upon reaching the entrance of the corridor, he ascended the stairs just as he did when he arrived, and the surroundings transformed into a vast starry sky once again. This time, he didn’t encounter any troubles. After descending for a while, the world shifted, and he found himself back on the first floor of the library.

Politely bidding farewell to the building guard, Xu Ziqing stepped out of the building. However, as soon as he raised his eyes, he saw a few cultivators standing not far ahead, all facing a young man. The leader of the group was none other than Li Cai, the same person he encountered in the library.

As Xu Ziqing approached, he noticed their hostile gazes, but he decided to ignore them and continued walking on as if he hadn’t seen them. He didn’t want to get involved with them right now; his mind was preoccupied with whether he should wait for Senior Brother Yun here or head back to Xiaolu Peak. This internal dilemma left him unsure of what to do. Regardless, he was determined not to let his senior brother go away…

Xu Ziqing’s nonchalant attitude clearly infuriated the group of cultivators. Li Cai, having observed Xu Ziqing’s apparent indifference, grew furious and shouted, “Hey! Stop right there!” But Xu Ziqing, absorbed in his thoughts, remained oblivious to the situation.

With gritted teeth, Li Cai swiftly moved in front of Xu Ziqing and uttered a few words through clenched teeth: “Junior, I told you to stop, didn’t you hear me!” Xu Ziqing appeared startled and looked up, addressing him as “Brother.”

Li Cai’s eyes flickered with ferocity as he glanced back at the library and took a deep breath, trying to control his anger. He forced a smile and said, “We had a great conversation in the library just now, but I don’t recall the name of my younger brother. Can you please remind me?” Xu Ziqing feigned contemplation and hesitated for a moment before responding, “Although I can’t recall the encounter, you’ve been so kind. I apologize for my forgetfulness. I am Xu Ziqing. May I ask for your name, brother?”

In his current life, Xu Ziqing is still a young man in his early twenties, and after leaving his past behind, he feels more alert and energetic. In the small world, he had been targeted by various individuals, but in the vast world of the Immortal Sect, he now faces such domineering people. He decides to retaliate in a different way and let Li Cai simmer in his own anger, as he cannot make a scene in public.

Therefore, pretending not to remember, Xu Ziqing successfully frustrates Li Cai.

Li Cai’s eyes grow darker as he responds, “Very well, Junior Brother Xu. I am Li Cai from Jile Peak, and I hope my junior brother will remember that. When the time comes for the Sect’s Grand Competition, I look forward to meeting my junior brother and exchanging techniques to repay your kindness.”

With a calm expression, Xu Ziqing nods and replies, “It would be great to have a friendly competition with my senior brother.”

Though he can’t show kindness, a competition in the Grand Competition is a perfect opportunity to settle their differences.

Glancing at the few individuals behind Li Cai, Xu Ziqing couldn’t discern their exact cultivation levels. However, it didn’t bother him; their current cultivation base was only a glimpse of what he could achieve in the future. Even if they wore menacing expressions, there was no reason for him to be afraid.

Li Cai noticed Xu Ziqing’s unresponsive attitude, and it seemed to him as if Xu Ziqing was intentionally ignoring him, fueling his anger. He felt the urge to take action right then and there, even before the Grand Competition. As long as no one was killed, he believed it wouldn’t be a big deal, even if he faced reprimands from the sect’s ancestors.

However, just as the malice in Li Cai’s heart reached its peak, a sudden, icy killing intent swept over them, freezing his thoughts instantly.

Startled, Li Cai raised his head and saw a tall figure descending from the air, dressed in white with flowing black hair, exuding a murderous aura.

In a clear and calm voice, the young man in the green shirt ahead addressed the newcomer, “Senior Brother Yun!”

A tremendous pressure enveloped the area, a terrifying force that Li Cai had only experienced before in their sect’s peerless genius—their second senior brother from many years ago.

At that moment, something seemed to click in Li Cai’s mind, and his pupils contracted.

A golden dragon pattern! The man in white bore a golden dragon pattern on his shoulders!

In Wuling Immortal Sect, only core disciples possessed such dragon patterns.

This meant that the one with the pattern would receive exceptional treatment and was regarded as a generation of prodigies, the sect’s hope to soar to great heights and become an outstanding cultivator.

While Li Cai was stunned by this realization, Xu Ziqing’s mood brightened considerably upon noticing Yun Lie’s arrival. A gentle and joyous smile graced his face.

He had been thinking that if he truly deserved the wait, Senior Brother Yun would return to find him after completing his tasks.

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