Using entries to cultivate immortality in chaotic times

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"Why should I intervene?"

The middle-aged man looked back at the elder in puzzlement and said, "I have no grudge against him, why should I attack out of the blue? When you take a shit, it's because you need to, right?"

"You can't possibly bend over to take a crap out of nowhere, can you?"

"Why would I intervene without any reason?"

"This…"

The elder hesitated for a moment before hesitantly responding, "He killed someone on your territory, which is disrespectful to you."

"…"

The middle-aged man's expression turned speechless and he rolled his eyes at the elder before leaning back in his chair and taking a deep breath, saying leisurely, "I know you are also an Artifact Cultivator, I understand a bit of empathy, but he didn't kill anyone within Fat City, so even if I wanted to intervene, I have no grounds to do so."

"Besides, it was Ning Taiping who destroyed his Tao Foundation first, creating a deadly feud. No matter how you put it, he isn't in the right."

"And besides, His Majesty assigned me to defend the Boundless Icefield, not to manage these trivial matters."

"Boundless Icefield…"

The elder looked up towards the south and muttered, "City Lord, you've been saying since you took office thirty years ago that the State Preceptor predicted a disaster for Fat Province, where countless demons will emerge from the depths of the Boundless Icefield to slaughter the entire Fat Province."

"But—"

"So many years have passed with no sign of it, and not even Sword Cultivators with Golden Core Peak Cultivation who entered the depths of the Boundless Icefield have returned. What kind of demon could possibly survive in its depths?"

The middle-aged man let out a cold snort, "If I knew, I would be the State Preceptor."

…

"Brother Qiu."

At this time, Chen Qiu and his group sat in the same meat soup shop as yesterday, as if nothing happened. The scholar looked at Chen Qiu with a nervous expression and said softly, "These past two days, I've figured out how to restore my Cultivation."

"Hmm?"

Chen Qiu's eyebrows arched playfully as he turned to look at the scholar and said with a smile, "Damn, that's good news! I'm still waiting for you to inherit the Sword Cultivator's legacy and give me that Nascent Soul body."

"Now I'm still two Nascent Soul bodies short and have no clue where to start."

"Such good news, why that expression? Is it going to require a lot of Spirit Stones? No worries, I've got them."

"It's not that."

The scholar shook his head feeling slightly embarrassed, but after a pause, he affirmed, "Brother Qiu, the Heavenly Dao Jade you gave me last time has already mostly suppressed the toxins in my Tao Foundation."

"But my legs have been eroded by the toxins for years and are useless."

"To restore my Cultivation and embark on the Sword Cultivator's path again, I must first replace my bones and then detoxify them. If I exchange the Sword Bone of the Chao Tian Sect with my own…"

"I could stand again and also start cultivating once more."

"Ordinary human bones certainly won't do, but that Sword Bone is no ordinary object. Moreover, if I integrate that Sword Bone into my body, my Sword Intent will become even stronger; it's just… once fused, that Sword Bone can't be passed on anymore, becoming one with me."

"Only after my death can it appear in the world again."

"Hey."

Chen Qiu shook his head with a sense of helplessness, "I thought it was something big. That Sword Bone was intended for you anyway; just handle it as you see fit. None of us here are Sword Cultivators anymore, nor do we plan to pass it on."

"But this bone-replacement sounds somewhat gruesomely surprising. Are you really going to do it just like that?"

"Without any other preparation?"

In fact, what he really wanted to say was that the Sword Bone being exposed for tens of thousands of years might carry all sorts of bacteria, which could be deadly if swapped into the body carelessly. But then he remembered it was a Sword Bone and it felt somewhat reasonable.

If Sword Intent can kill a person, it can surely kill some bacteria.

"We need them."

The scholar nodded, "We need some heavenly materials and earth treasures to assist, some hemostatic items, roughly around three hundred Spirit Stones."

"Let's go."

Chen Qiu immediately got up to settle the bill and then prepared to go shopping with the scholar.

…

In the small world.

Chen Qiu had already acquired all of the heavenly materials and earth treasures the scholar needed. Now, the scholar was sitting cross-legged in a room that had been tidied into a clean dormitory, with a Sword Bone as tall as the scholar himself beside him.

"Who will do it?"

"I will."

After circulating the mental method several times, the scholar took a deep breath, his fingertips trembling slightly as the long sword from his sleeve shot out, piercing deep into the root of his thigh, gouging out the leg bone.

Immediately, his entire thigh turned limp like a deboned chicken wing drenched in chili oil.

He then chopped off the leg bone of the Sword Bone.

And inserted it into his right leg.

Quickly, he did the same with his left leg.

…

Chen Qiu looked on with admiration, seeing the scholar's slightly pale face devoid of blood and his tightly pressed lips; the guy had an incredible tolerance for pain!

It was almost creepy how natural he made it seem.

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An hour later.

The Sword Bone's head lay quietly on the bedside, while the rest of the bones had been fully swapped into the scholar's body.

Fat Long, puzzled, asked, "Aren't we swapping the skull too?"

"That's enough."

At this point, the scholar, covered in unhealed wounds and blood pooling on the ground, was exceptionally excited as he moved his legs, his voice trembling with excitement, "My legs can move, my legs can move!"

"I'm not a cripple anymore!"

A human's bones or the bones of a beast, once inside his body, would instantly be crushed to dust by his powerful Sword Intent. Only the Sword Bone, cleansed by the Sword Intent for tens of thousands of years, could fully withstand the purging of Sword Intent in his body.

Allowing him to stand and walk again.

And consequently nourishing him.

"Brother Qiu."

After shaking with excitement and studying for a while, the scholar got up, knelt on the bed, his upper body very upright as he looked at Chen Qiu, his voice revealing a determination and huskiness. Your journey continues on empire

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