Legendary Clan Chief-Chapter 69 - 68 Refinement of the Spirit Medicine - Non-returning Grass_1

69: Chapter 68: Refinement of the Spirit Medicine – Non-returning Grass_1

69 -68: Refinement of the Spirit Medicine – Non-returning Grass_1

Just as the name implies, the Green Pine Ancestral Pavilion’s courtyard was filled with lush pines, offering veils of vibrant green as far as the eye could see.

A winding path meandered through the tranquil greens, presenting an unexpected sanctuary in the bustling Duanmu City.

Xiao Chen was surprised to find such a serene retreat amidst the city’s commotion.

He had initially thought the Green Pine Courtyard was merely a garden for rest and relaxation, but as he followed the servant’s guidance, the scenery of the pavilion increasingly left him astounded.

In the courtyard, there were pavilions, terraces, bridges over flowing streams, and man-made mountains surrounding a lake.

In the center of the Green Pine Courtyard, there was even a martial arts venue that spanned a thousand feet, with a variety of weapons on display.

“Two distinguished guests, this Green Pine Ancestral Pavilion is split into three sections: there are two neighboring courtyards on the left and right for relaxation, and a central martial arts venue for practicing martial arts.

May I inquire how the two of you wish to arrange your stay in the two courtyards?”

The servant who guided Xiao Chen and Ren Fei didn’t show any hint of arrogance despite the surprise visible in Xiao Chen and Ren Fei’s eyes.

Clever and skilled in his way with people, he seemed a quick-witted individual.

Neither Xiao Chen nor Ren Fei paid much attention to his question.

While Xiao Chen had no particular demands regarding his living quarters, Ren Fei was engrossed in his love for martial arts and likewise didn’t fuss over such things.

They simply smiled, gave each other a respectful fist salute, and headed in opposite directions towards their respective courtyards, leaving the poor servant alone and at a loss for what to do next.

Upon entering his courtyard, Xiao Chen quickly assessed its arrangement before promptly ignoring it.

Soon, several maidservants arranged by Ying Jie came with a sumptuous evening feast, their eyes lingering on Xiao Chen throughout the meal, brimming with warmth and attentiveness.

“Xiao Clan Leader, my family’s sixth master has been temporarily held up by an urgent matter and has asked me to convey his apologies for not being able to meet you.

May I request your understanding.”

“Please convey my thanks to your master for his warm hospitality.”

By the time the maidservants left, night had fallen and the whole manor was brightly lit.

Throughout, the courtyard echoed with the fading sounds of footsteps – the guards making their rounds to secure the premises.

Pop!

Pop!

The doors were tightly shut in the chamber of the courtyard with the flames from the lamp flickering, giving an impression of consistent intensity.

Underneath the flickering light, a lean figure, Xiao Chen, sat cross-legged on his bed, adopting a posed meditation.

His eyes were barely closed, but he wasn’t cultivating.

Instead, he was reflecting on the events of the past few days.

Every battle was a practical test of his Martial Realm.

Only by constantly engaging in combat could a warrior break through their own limits at a faster pace, unlocking their hidden potential to further advance.

Martial Arts was one of the world’s most profound mysteries that countless people spent their lives trying to comprehend.

It was a journey fraught with countless trials and tribulations where further understanding required continuous introspection, selfexploration, and rectification of deficiencies.

In terms of progression, it was like sailing against the current; if you didn’t move forward, you’d retreat.

After a few hours, Xiao Chen managed to calm his breath.

He took a deep breath, letting go of a load off his chest, and his initially blurred eyes shone with excitement.

Simultaneously, he reached out into the beast hide bag tied around his waist and took out the Non-returning Grass, the spirit medicine he’d acquired during the day’s trade.

The roughly two-foot tall grass consisted of three sword-shaped leaves, each etched with thin, red, blood-like veins.

The red streams seemed to be flowing with blood, and emitted a dazzling crimson light in the dim glow of the lamp.

It was a treasure said to impart the indomitable fighting will of the ancestors.

However, the mystical use of this Spirit Grass existed primarily on the reputation it held among the members of the Great Wasteland Ancient Human Tribe and was rarely seen by ordinary people.

Speaking of the grass, one couldn’t help but mention the Martial Arts Realm.

Comprehending the martial essence was difficult.

While there were countless warriors across the continent, few could grasp the essence.

For example, in the Giant Stone Valley, there was no news of any warrior who had discerned the essence.

However, once a warrior managed to comprehend this essence, their combat power could immediately increase manifold, and overcoming opponents of higher ranks would be as straightforward as dining.

Just as the saying goes, “With the martial essence unveiled, all resistance crumbles.” The awe-inspiring presence would directly suppress opponents and shake their will and spirit, forcing those with wavering commitment towards martial arts to surrender without a fight.

“Let’s see what sort of wonders this Non-returning Grass can truly offer.”

Gently cradling this Spirit Grass, Xiao Chen was somewhat impatient, longing to experience the magic of this Non-returning Grass.

However, he knows that haste makes waste, and to do a good job, one must first sharpen his tools.

Just like how true Pill Masters refine elixirs, before starting the furnace, they need to burn incense and abstain to calm their mind, adjusting their spirit energy to the best state, in order to achieve the greatest effect.

Slowly circulating his own techniques within his body, he brought down his unusually active Combat Qi from the battle.

After thirty-six cycles, Xiao Chen finally felt his emotions calm down.

He then gently pressed the Non-returning Grass on his forehead, using his strong soul perception to surround the Spirit Grass.

Simultaneously, getting all the energy within his body into an impeccable state, his whole body seemed to be wandering in outer space, entering an unfathomable and empty spiritual state, forgetting both self and the divine.

Buzz!

As Xiao Chen began to refine, the spirit medicine Non-returning Grass unexpectedly slipped away from his control.

A powerful, violent fluctuation kept emitting from the leaves of the plant, the invisible fluctuation caused the air in front of him to thicken, completely enveloping Xiao Chen’s body.

“Kill!”

A violent ferment suddenly burst out from the Spirit Grass, constantly attacking Xiao Chen’s soul.

At this moment, his soul was surrounded by infinite killing intent, he felt like a tiny boat in a vast ocean, unable to control his direction, at the mercy of the waves.

His mind was also filled with illusory images, making it impossible to distinguish between reality and illusion.

In his mind, the will of a strong and large man stood tall against the void.

The terrifying killing intent dominated Heaven and Earth, it seemed as if all things trembled under his will, a wave of killing intent kept crashing against his mind.

“Kill!”

“Kill!”

The strong and large man’s eyes opened slightly, two colorful rays of light instantly ripped through the void.

Next moment, the man’s will, with both hands clutching the Bone Cudgel, without any fancy moves, smashed it forward into the void.

The enormous Bone Cudgel, carrying a bloodthirsty breath, ripped open a Great Rift in the space, and in Xiao Chen’s perception, his soul seemed to have been shattered by the blow.

Xiao Chen, now could no longer sense his own existence.

Under the impact of fighting will, he became dazed and confused.

The invisible killing intent continuously attacked the depths of his soul and his soul was torn apart by this relentless will again and again.

“My will is in the two words, ‘kill’.

There is nothing in Heaven and Earth that cannot be killed!

Kill the foreigners, kill the fierce beasts!

To kill is to stop killing!

Kill to reveal a bright day!”

The clones of the robust man’s will started to laugh wildly, their laughter filled with endless murderous intent, even a trace of madness, mad for ‘kill!

kill!

kill!’.

Boom!

In just a moment, Xiao Chen’s soul could no longer bear the illusion of a killing intent and broke into hundreds and thousands of pieces, colliding and intermingling with each other in the void.

The robust man, who had originally plunged into madness, immediately collapsed, dissolving into countless specks of light and disappearing without a trace, everything as it were an illusion.

The robust man, a person unknown, only the killing intent remained, killing in order to stop killing, slaying across the world, staining the Earth with the blood of humans.