With a creak, the wooden door was pushed open, and Chu Xuan, with a head full of ice chips, jumped into the room, with tiny cold stars hanging on his eyebrows. He threw the firewood knife into the corner, and the basket landed with a clang, but it was not dead branches inside, but bundles of greenish icicles - a specialty of the forbidden area, cold enough to burn with a crackling sound, more effective than charcoal.
"Three days to make the Cold Star Sword, if the outer door knew, he would freeze his jaw off." He said to himself, with the corners of his mouth curled up like an oil bottle. In his dantian, the silver dragon coiled in a circle, its whiskers entwined around the ice crystal the size of a fingernail, and with each breath, a ray of starlight fell to help him solidify the barrier at the peak of the fifth level of qi refinement.
"Take two more breaths and you'll be able to jump to the sixth level." Chu Xuan sat cross-legged in bed, the jade slip pressed against his forehead, and his consciousness sank. The basic form of the Cold Star Sword Technique - the vein diagram of the "One Point star" spreads out in the sea of consciousness, like a snowy night sky, where ten thousand stars lie dormant, waiting for a command.
He took a deep breath, and the silver dragon moved along the map, its scales rubbing against the meridians, making a faint "clanging" sound like the sound of a sword. A moment later, he pointed like a sword and tapped into the void -
"Ding!"
A wisp of ice-blue sword intent shot out from the tip of the finger, as fast as a streak of light, "pop" through the window paper, leaving a tiny cold star on the moon, lingering for a long time.
"Done." " Chu Xuan grinned, his teeth shining. But before he could finish his joy, suddenly from outside came a jumble of footsteps, crunching on the frosty ground like a pack of hungry wolves approaching the sheepfold. Before the sound came, the curses arrived --
"Chu Xuan! Get out! "Forbidden Land, no place for you, a lowly spirit, to run wild!"
Zhao Tianlei's voice, ten feet away, was menacing. Chu Xuan raised his eyebrows, the cold star on his fingertips vanished quietly, but there was a glimmer in his eyes: The human-shaped target delivered to the door, it's better not to practice.
"Chu Xuan! "Play dead again, Grandpa, I'll kick the door!" Zhao Tianlei's voice rose two degrees, shaking the thatched roof to dust.
The door creaked open from inside, and Chu Xuan leaned against the doorframe, holding the icicle used for the fire in his hand, yawning lazily: "Senior Brother Zhao, practicing your voice so late at night? There is no sound insulation array in the forbidden area. Can you bear to disturb Elder Ling's meditation?"
Zhao Tianlei's face turned blue and he snapped his folding fan together, his knuckles pale: "Don't press the elder down on me! You trespassed into the forbidden area, and according to the sect rules, you should be expelled from the Qingyun Sect. Today I will clean up the doors of the Law Enforcement Hall!"
Before he could finish his words, three dog legs behind him were fan-shaped, all at the peak of the fifth level of qi refinement, with their spiritual power surging and their sleeves fluttering. Chu Xuan squinted his eyes, and the silver dragon in his dantian swirled excitedly - the newly enlightened "One Point Star" was worrying about having no target, and the head that came to his door was in vain.
"Do it!" Zhao Tianlei drank coldly. With a flick of his fan, the pale blue wind blade whistled out and went straight to Chu Xuan's face. The three of them simultaneously made their hands, firing fireballs, earth cones and golden arrows to block all the way back.
Chu Xuan pointed his toe, his figure slid sideways like a ghost, and Bingling flicked it back with his hand --
"Ding!"
A wisp of cold Star sword intent shot out from the tip of the icicle, so fast that it was indistinguishable to the naked eye, piercing through the wind blade in an instant, "pop", freezing the subsequent fireballs, earth cones, and golden arrows into ice sculptures, crackling all over the ground.
Zhao Tianlei's pupils constricted abruptly: "Cold Star Sword Intent? You actually got it!"
Chu Xuan grinned, revealing eight white teeth: "Senior Brother Zhao, you are so kind to practice with me. No thanks." As he spoke, his wrist trembled, and the icicle broke into several pieces, each wrapped in a wisp of sword intent, and turned into tiny cold stars, and lunged out!
"Puff puff puff!"
Before the three dog legs could react, they felt a chill in their knees. When they lowered their heads, they saw their trouser legs pierced through, and the frost spread from the wound, instantly freezing their legs in place and leaving them unable to move.
Zhao Tianlei was both shocked and furious. His fan was unfurled, his spiritual energy was poured out wildly, the green wind condensed into a three-foot wind sword, and with a shrill screeching, it pierced Chu Xuan's chest: "Die!"
Chu Xuan neither dodged nor avoided. His fingers were as sharp as a sword, and the ice crystals in his dantian trembled violently. A wisp of cold Star sword intent, condensed to the extreme, shot out from his fingertips
"Jingle!"
The wind sword collided with the Cold Star, making a crisp cracking sound. The wind sword cracked inch by inch, turning into a sky full of ice chips. Zhao Tianlei's tiger's mouth cracked, blood just emerging from his head frozen into crimson ice beads, and the folding fan snapped in two with a "click".
He turned pale with terror, and just as he was about to retreat, he felt a chill on his forehead - that streak of cold star sword intent did not cease and stopped about an inch in front of his forehead, shining like a star, and if it moved a little further, blood would spill on the spot.
"Senior Brother Zhao," Chu Xuan's voice was low but clear, "According to the rules of the sect, those who are disabled by private fighting within the same sect will be expelled. If I strike this finger, you will bid farewell to the Qingyun Sect for the rest of your life."
Zhao Tianlei's face turned pale and his lips quivered, but he dared not utter a word. Three dog legs behind him, their legs frozen and already sweating profusely from the pain, dared not breathe at the moment.
Chu Xuan flicked the tip of his finger, and the Cold Star sword intent "puh" scattered into flakes of light, drifting with the wind. He turned his back to the crowd and waved his hand: "It's late at night. Senior brothers, go back early to apply the medicine. We still have morning lessons tomorrow."
Zhao Tianlei staggered backward, staring at Chu Xuan's back, his eyes almost filled with venom, but ultimately he dared not move again and could only grit his teeth and growl, "Go!"
The four of them supported each other and limped away into the night, their backs looking as disheveled as stray dogs.
...
In the distance, on the ice cliff, Ling Qingxue was hidden in the mist, her bare hands behind her back, her eyes moving slightly. With a light flick of her fingertips, a wisp of ice soul sword intent, ten times purest than Chu Xuan's sword intent, quietly sank into the night sky, caught up with Zhao Tianlei and others, but "puffed" dissipated ten zhang away, turned into fine ice chips, and drifted away with the wind.
"Junk." She said softly, her voice as cold as snow, but no longer glanced at Zhao Tianlei, turned and disappeared into the depths of the ice mist.
...
In the woodshed, Chu Xuan sat cross-legged. The silver dragon, with its newly acquired sword intent, swirled around his dantian. With each breath he exhaled, it added an unbreakable bond to this forbidden land. He raised his hand, touched the cold star with the tip of his finger, and carved a tiny "five" on the moon surface - the fifth layer of qi refinement, officially stable.
"Zhao Tianlei, remember to bring harder bones next time you come." He chuckled, his voice scattered in the wind, like a provocation, like a declaration.