Be Passive In The High Martial World

Chapter 8: Holding the Sword and Raising the Flag, Never Turning Back

Chen Kuang carefully felt the railing, the words engraved on it were as small as mosquitoes and flies, densely floating on the surface of the wood.

If not observed closely, these words would blend into the wood grain and would hardly be noticed without touching them.

Unbelievable...

What level of Martial Dao cultivation does Huo Hengxuan have?

The killing intent can materialize into substantial illusions that directly affect one's consciousness. Even with his limbs disabled, he can still carve over a thousand words on the railing!

Or perhaps, at this stage, Divine Ability is no longer in Martial Dao, but within oneself!

I am the Divine Ability!

The scene described by Chu Wenruo just now suddenly seemed to have a tangible feeling.

Dark clouds press down on the city, the army is at the border. An old man dons golden scale armor, standing alone at the city gate with a sword in hand. Even if he is pierced by a hundred arrows, he still staggers forward, his eyes shining fiercely. With just one glance, even facing thousands of enemy troops, he can instantly crush their spirits and courage. One man guards the pass, and ten thousand cannot pass!

A general of a nation, guarding the borders, worthy of the name "God of Slaughter".

Unfortunately, he can guard the city gate, but not the hearts of the people.

As a humble musician like Chen Kuang, he often hears palace maids discussing Huo Hengxuan, saying that he is cruel and merciless, killing prisoners without mercy.

Despite receiving the grace of being allowed to wear a sword and enter the court, he still disregards the emperor's obstruction and kills the court officials in front of everyone, showing no respect for imperial authority.

How dare a courtier act like this? Isn't he planning to take over the Jinghe Palace one day?

Those who say such things have not been killed by the unkind Huo Hengxuan.

When the Zhou army entered the city, they became prisoners of the enemy. When they were about to be tortured and killed, they loudly insulted Huo Hengxuan, saying that he was incapable of protecting the country.

I wonder what the old man, standing alone with a sword, wearing golden armor and holding a dragon flag, felt when he watched the enemy bypass him and enter the city like flowing water?

Was it desolation? Or indignation?

But at this moment, Chen Kuang knows that Huo Hengxuan has not fallen yet. He is still standing in front of the city gate, holding the sword and raising the flag, never turning back.

"The Song of Grass Cutting: The Withering and Flourishing Chapter"

This is the content of over a thousand words engraved on the railing.

This is not a song verse, but a sword technique.

The Qi Cultivation Sword Technique.

Cultivating sword qi, also cultivating my own qi with the sword.

But the "qi" in this sword technique is different from the usual, it refers to killing intent.

"Killing people is like cutting grass, withering and flourishing in an instant..."

"Withering means death, flourishing means life. The living sword requires dead people, cutting others is also cutting myself..."

The meaning is... this sword technique uses death to cultivate life. Sword Intent and killing intent are like grass, withering when dry, flourishing when abundant. Only by killing can this Sword Intent be cultivated, becoming stronger and braver with more kills. It is a complete killing technique.

When the Sword Intent is exhausted and the body is filled with killing intent, only by killing can one quench their thirst. Otherwise, it will backlash and become a hindrance to oneself, turning into a demon in the heart.

Chen Kuang was shocked by this.

Could it be that Huo Hengxuan's reputation for being cruel and bloodthirsty is because of this Withering and Flourishing Chapter?

If that's the case, this sword technique should be the foundation of his existence.

To entrust it to Chen Kuang seems somewhat whimsical.

But when Chen Kuang recalled the scene at that time, Huo Hengxuan hesitated for a whole night and saw the bowl of beheaded rice before deciding to give a hint.

Heh...

Is this a high-stakes gamble?

Behind that city gate, there are still people who want to stop the unstoppable and attempt to close the thousand-pound city gate with their own strength.

However, Chen Kuang feels that this may just be an old man who has been deeply hurt...

In the smoke and dust, in that moment of contemplation.

"To entrust this to me, he must really think highly of me..."

Chen Kuang curled his lips.

He estimated that Huo Hengxuan must have seen his cultivation potential, so he directly gave him the sword technique.

But in reality, this cultivation potential was not cultivated by himself, but the result of his constant efforts in the Embryonic Breathing Technique.

"But come to think of it... I seem to be close to breaking through the eighth acupoint."

In his inner vision, the meridians were like dense streams, emitting a faint blue light. Waves of weak currents constantly spread and converge, like a marine phenomenon called "blue tears" that he had seen in his previous life.

The ninth acupoint was like a small pond, brimming with blue light.

And at this moment, the eighth acupoint began to loosen, the light appearing and disappearing behind the barrier, as if it could leak out at any moment.

In his memory, there were very few secrets about cultivators, but he only knew about the two lowest realms.

The Ninth Grade Opening Acupoint Realm and the Eighth Grade Innate Realm.

These two realms are the thresholds that ordinary people can reach, and beyond that, ordinary people don't even have the qualifications to know.

"Fortunately, this sword technique comes with a method of visualizing and cultivating qi, so I won't be completely clueless."

Chen Kuang thought for a moment and tried to guide the tides in his body to gather in his palm.

He wanted to try... erasing these words.

These characters absolutely cannot stay here.

Chu Wenruo saw Chen Kuang remain silent for a long time and whispered in confusion, "Mr. Chen, what's wrong with that railing?"

Just as Chen Kuang was about to speak, he heard the crisp sound of the door lock opening. His heart sank. It wasn't mealtime, so logically no one should be coming.

"Damn it, what's there to clean in this damn cell?"

"We were ordered to do it. I heard that Immortal Master suddenly wanted to see it, so we were told to quickly drag out those who were tortured to near death and bury them directly. And all the nooks and crannies have to be cleaned."

"Haha, a clean cell. Those above really have some ideas."

"Who asked Immortal Master to be merciful? He can't stand to see these things."

The two jailers walked in, jokingly carrying cleaning tools. They were supposed to clean in order, and unfortunately... the first cell was Huo Hengxuan's.

At first glance, Chen Kuang could be seen leaning against the railing, stretching his hand out with force.

"Hey, blind man, what are you doing?"

Li Erhuang scolded.

Chen Kuang said, "Sir, I accidentally dropped my bowl. It seems to have rolled into this cell."

Li Erhuang walked closer and indeed saw a bowl in the corner.

He picked it up unkindly and said, "If it's dropped, it's dropped. Don't make a fuss. Put your hand back!"

Chen Kuang held onto the railing and said, "Sir, I have a request..."

"Get lost! Stop talking nonsense!"

Li Erhuang didn't fall for it. He had seen too many fools who were punished for seeking small advantages, and he wasn't one of them. Otherwise, how could he have become a sergeant?

He asked his colleague to clean the opposite cell and when he turned back, he found Chen Kuang still clinging to the railing.

What's wrong with this blind man? He was so obedient just now.

Li Erhuang frowned and suddenly noticed that the railing seemed to be uneven.

He walked up suspiciously and met Chen Kuang's gaze.

Li Erhuang was stunned, then suddenly remembered that he had locked eyes with Chen Kuang yesterday and instantly realized.

It wasn't an illusion!

Li Erhuang felt like he was about to discover a huge secret, and his whole body shivered.

He firmly said, "You're not blind! Let go of your hand. What are you hiding?!"

His tone was fierce, but his voice was low. He was afraid of losing credit to his colleague.

In the time it took for these two sentences, Chen Kuang had already wiped away the text while pretending.

He was thinking about how to deceive a little more.

But his senses, slightly enhanced by the abundant spiritual energy, suddenly felt a cold air coming from outside.

Cold, pitch black, a sharp smell of blood, and a terrifying sense of oppression.

Like... a sharp knife.

"Perhaps... you won't have a chance to report anymore."

Chen Kuang murmured softly.

Li Erhuang said, "What?"

Chen Kuang grabbed him and said, "Sir! I promise everything I said is true! There really is a box in Le Zheng's hand, and inside it is a pill!"

"Chirp—"

In an instant, Li Erhuang's confused head fell off his shoulders.

Chen Kuang closed his eyes, and in the darkness, blood splattered on his face.

In an instant, he seemed to be back in the palace, with his colleagues' limbs scattered everywhere, the pungent smell filling his nostrils.

He trembled slightly out of fear, but because he couldn't see, he couldn't even escape.

Since his acting skills weren't good, let his memory take over.

"Sir? Sir, what's wrong?"

The trembling voice of the musician with closed eyes.

The black-armored guard put away his long knife, reached out his hand, and grabbed the musician's outstretched arm, silently observing and scrutinizing his expression.

After a while.

"Let's go. The general wants to ask you something."

(End of this chapter)