The Way Of The Sword

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Song Yan felt his heart beat very fast and his gaze became wary, he stopped behind a nearby tree and looked back at the male silhouette.

The man's silhouette loosely rests on a firm wooden log, which strangely, despite the "great calamity", was a mysterious log of simple-looking wood.

Song Yan always thought that log was strange, but he never discovered anything different about it, it looked like a simple wooden log. But this log was not affected by time and climate and remained unchanged.

At last, the silhouette of the man lies on that log and his body slides slowly through the wood until he sits on the ground. The murderous aura disappears little by little, but the smell of blood is still strong, which would soon attract the demonic beasts to a juicy feast.

Song Yan still waited a few minutes until he finally took some courage to approach, he thought that this man might have something to do with his family, or else how would he know that the great wooden log was the only functional foundation?

Then he took a deep breath and moved again toward the shattered Mansion of the Song Family. His footsteps were as light as the wind on the bed, Song Yan was using a mysterious technique of shadow steps to move silently and without a trace.

With each step he gave his little heart beat fast, there was increasing nervousness and anxiety because this stranger could solve some mysteries in his short life.

When he reached the man, the scent of blood became even stronger, the man was tall, broad-shouldered, his long hair bound with a silver harpoon, but Song Yan could not distinguish the features of that face at that moment. He felt as if there was some power blocking his sight on the face of this man smelling of blood.

Song Yan felt a cold shiver in his body, at that moment he realized that that man was very powerful, so powerful that his mortal eyes could not see through the power of this man.

The man seemed unconscious, so Song Yan decided to pull away from this dangerous stranger, but a strong hand gripped his slender wrist, barring him from moving away. Song Yan's heart beat very fast and a little fear crept into his heart, he cursed himself because of his curiosity, he let his caution aside.

"A child ..." the man's voice was hoarse and tired, but there was still lucidity in his tone. Song Yan could feel the surprise echoing in this man's tone.

However, Song Yan did not say anything if he kept silent, his heart pounding with nervousness.

Then Song Yan waited for the man to speak, but that man said nothing else, just let Song Yan's wrist go and lay back on the log, he showed a little disdain and indifference in his attitude.

Song Yan did not care about that, after all, in front of a specialist he, a small hunger-starved child, was just a small, insignificant insect. Then Song Yan, who was free, was about to walk away from the mighty man, but before he departed, this man began to spit blood and this blood smelled of rot as if the flesh were rotting.

Song Yan frowned and hesitated a little, before drawing two fat pills with intense aromas from his interspacial ring. One of the pills was a blue color that had a slight silver glow and the other pill was a green color with a slight golden glow.

As the mysterious man breathed deeply, his body trembled with pain, he could feel the poison corroding his body. He did not mourn or fear for dying, he found it a bit pathetic to die so close and at the same time away from the members of his sect, who was making the selection in a nearby village.

The poison is very powerful and painful, but his heart did not shake and his mind was clear enough, the damage he practiced was very powerful, if it were not so, he would not have been able to escape the claw of the devil's murderers even poisoned so strong.

While he thought fate was pathetic, he felt the child approach him again, his indifferent gaze focused on the child, who seemed to be a poor child who did not feed well. This child's skin was very yellow, a sickly yellow, and his brown hair was weak as if at any moment it was to be undone, but the child's eyes were very soft and had a gentle glow, although there was a little fear, anxiety, and insecurity.

The child took a deep breath as if taking courage, then approached him again, extending his thin arm and his small hand gripped his big, callused hand.

The mysterious man felt the small, warm hand in his large hand, for some reason his heart softened, as if this fragile hand could give him comfort, which was rather strange since his Dao focused on inhibiting or eliminating feelings.

However, as he thought he was going to die, it would not be bad to have someone holding his hand, this powerful man only thought about it for a few seconds, until he felt the child leave two round things in his hand and took the small hand from his.

When the heat of that fragile hand went away, he felt a little strange, not sadness or anxiety, but a strange emptiness.

"Great man, if you die, do not die on my family property," Song Yan said, sighing and looking around the destroyed mansion.

In this place were his only memories of who he was and that he loved him unconditionally, despite the destruction that was around him, for Song Yan, this place brought a warmth to his heart.

Soon after Song Yan turned and left, now it was up to the strange man to heal, he had already provided two life-saving pills.

"Father, Mother, I am cultivating positive karma, as you have asked me, I only hope this karma will not bite me in the future," thought Song Yan, offering a brief prayer to his deceased parents.

The mysterious man felt Song Yan departing away, so he analyzed with his powerful consciousness these two round pills in his hand.

"That…. A revitalizing silver-grade pill and a 1000-grade gold-healing pill? "The man thought shocked by those two pills in his hand.

In the same way that martial techniques, breathing techniques, cultivation techniques have degrees, this also applies to other professions and areas of study, such as alchemy, pharmacy, blacksmithing, formations, among other areas that exist in this world.

Alchemy divides the pills into four levels, common pills, spirit pills, immortal pills, and transcendent pills. The common pill has a bronze glow faintly permeating the pill. The spirit pill glows with a soft silver glow. The immortal pill glows with a faint glow of gold and the transcendent pill has a soft rainbow glow.

The quality of the pills increases according to the intensity of the gloss that the pills emit, the stronger the shine, the higher the quality of the materials and the greater the effectiveness of the medication.

For each degree of pill is needed a specialized alchemist, the Dao of Alchemy is divided into 5 official degrees: 1 - Yellow Degree; 2- Gray Grade; 3 - Black Degree; 4 - Red Degree and 5 - White Degree.

These are the official levels, but within each grade, there is a kind of leveling too which makes a big difference when talking about the quality of the pills. Levels are divided into 4 levels: 1- Fire Mastery; 2- Domain of Yin and Yang; 3 - Vitality; and 4- Natural Energy.

Fire Mastery as it's name implies is to master spiritual fire or a mysterious fire, so as not to blow the cauldron and manipulate the amount of pills each ingredient can make, at this level the most common pills are those of Refining Qi, Qi Absorption and Nourishing Dantin Roots. The domain of Yin and Yang is the incorporation of tao into the pills, as in pills that increase the power of some element or the physical strength of a cultivator.

The Vitality level is when it is possible to feel a spiritual pulse coming from the pill, usually these pills have purposes related to restoration of body members such as bone and organ development. The level of natural energy is related to healing or strengthening of soul damage, such as pills that fix a broken soul or heal soul poisons.

The pill that the man in the shadows is holding is a spirit level pill, made by a Grade 3 alchemist, who reached the peak of leveling natural energy. The second pill he has in his hands is an immortal level pill, made by a red grade alchemist, who produced this pill was in the early stages of the force of nature level.

A spirit pill can be sold at an auction for 5,000.000,000 gold which equals there are 5 large purple gold coins and the immortal pill can be sold at an auction for 1.000,000,000 gold coins, of course, if someone is foolish enough to sell that last pill. A single spirit pill can purchase the service of a team of Aurore Core Kingdom cultivators, since an immortal pill can make a team of Soul Rising Kingdoms or even a single cultivator of the Immortal Kingdom perform a service!

-Who was this little boy? How did he have these items in his body? And why did he give it to me? Does he know that these are precious and rare items? - thought the mysterious man as he took the pills and sat in the lotus pose to begin his healing meditation, soon he would be cured of all the wounds, including Devil poisoning!

However, the mysterious man was worried if he would find his savior and how he would eliminate that debt because that karma would be very difficult to reciprocate. The man imagined that the child did not know the value of these pills or worse that this was some inheritance left for this child! And now the child had nothing left!

Probably this man would be shocked if he discovered that this child has many more pills with him, in addition, these pills that knocked down realms were just worthless pills in the eyes of the boy, unfortunately, this child has no access to the top-level pills, since this type of pill is conscious, they are then sealed in jade boxes, only to be accessed when martial cultivation or cultivation of alchemy damage reaches a particular kingdom or degree, such as the Rising Soul Kingdom and the Red Degree Alchemist.

The man worries about repaying the favor to the little boy, but the child prays in his mind never to meet this man again, for he does not want to get involved in any confusion that this man with the smell of blood could bring to himself.

However, fate is a shameless motherf.u.c.ker!