Chen Kuang meticulously stroked the railing, where the script engraved was as fine as a mosquito's and densely floated on the wood's surface.
If not closely observed, these words would merge with the wood grain, almost imperceptible without touch.
Unbelievable...
What exactly was Huo Hengxuan's martial arts cultivation level?
The murderous intent could materialize into hallucinations directly affecting the mind, and even when all limbs were crippled, he could still carve over a thousand words on the railing!
Or perhaps, at this stage, divine power was no longer in martial arts, but in oneself!
I am the divine power!
The scene depicted by Chu Wen Ruo earlier suddenly felt realistic.
The black clouds pressed down on the city and the city seemed about to crumble, the army was at the gates, the old man donned in golden scale armor, with a sword alone, stood at the city gate. Despite being riddled with arrows, he continued to stagger forward, his gaze fierce, and with just one glance, even thousands of soldiers and horses opposite could be crushed in an instant, swept away like wind extinguishing flames. A man guards the pass, ten thousand are unable to open it!
The general of a nation, guarding the territories, worthy of the title 'God of Slaughter.'
But unfortunately, he can defend the gate but not the human heart.
A lowly musician like Chen Kuang often heard palace attendants discussing Huo Hengxuan, saying he was brutal and unrestrained, slaughtering prisoners ruthlessly, devoid of any righteousness.
He had already received such blessings as attending the court with sword and shoes, entering the court without haste, yet he still disregarded the Holy Emperor's obstruction and brazenly killed the advisors in court, unrestrained and arrogant, despising imperial power.
How could a subject dare such, would he one day take the throne of Jinghe Hall?
Those who spoke like this were not killed by the unrighteous Huo Hengxuan.
When the Zhou Army entered the city, they became prisoners of an enemy nation, and when about to be slaughtered, they cursed Huo Hengxuan loudly, calling him incapable of protecting the country.
One wonders what feelings the unrivaled old man felt, standing alone with his sword, clad in golden armor and arrows, raising the Dragon Banner, when he watched on as the enemy flowed past him like water straight into the gates?
Was it desolation? Or indignation?
But at this moment, Chen Kuang knew that Huo Hengxuan had not fallen, he still stood at the city gate, leaning on his sword and holding the flag, refusing to retreat.
"Song of Cutting Grass: Withering and Flourishing Chapter"
This was the thousand-word content engraved on the railing.
It was not a song formula, but a sword formula.
Qi Nourishing Sword Formulas.
Nourish sword qi, also use the sword to nourish my qi.
But in this sword formula, the "qi" refers to killing intent, distinct from the ordinary meaning.
"Slaying people like cutting grass, withering and flourishing in an instant..."
"Withering is death, flourishing is life, a live sword needs the dead, to slay others is to also slay oneself..."
"The meaning is... this sword formula feeds life with death, sword will, and killing intent are like grass, parched when withered, overwhelming when flourishing, and only by killing can this sword will be nourished, stronger and braver, the more it kills, the stronger it becomes, it is a complete killing technique."
"When the sword will is exhausted, and killing intent fills the body, one can only quench thirst through killing, or else it will backfire, transforming into a Heart Demon Barrier."
Chen Kuang was taken aback.
Was Huo Hengxuan's reputation for brutality and bloodthirstiness due to this Withering and Flourishing chapter?
If that is indeed the case, then this sword formula should be his foundation.
To hand it over to Chen Kuang this way seems somewhat frivolous.
But recalling the situation at that time, Huo Hengxuan hesitated for a whole night, then saw the bowl of death meal and decided to give a hint.
Heh...
Is this considered a huge gamble?
Gamble on the hope that there is still someone behind the city gate who wants to use their feeble strength to attempt to close the thousand jin city gate that is beyond human capability.
However, Chen Kuang feels that perhaps this is just a broken-hearted old man...
A moment of gaze in the smoke and dust.
"To hand over something like this to me, you truly think highly of me..."
Chen Kuang's lips twitched.
He figured Huo Hengxuan probably noticed some cultivation on him, so he directly gave the sword formula.
But in reality, this cultivation was not from his own practice, but the result of persistent effort with the Fetal Breathing Technique.
"But speaking of which... it seems I'm about to break through to the Eighth Acupoint."
Inwardly gazing, the meridians are like densely packed streams, emitting a hazy blue light, waves of faint currents continually expanding and contracting, resembling a sea spectacle he had seen in a previous life known as "Blue Tears."
The Ninth Acupoint is like a small pond, bathed in blue light.
And at this moment, the Eighth Acupoint also begins to loosen, its light flickering behind the barrier, seemingly ready to spill out at any moment.
Memories of secrets regarding cultivators are scarce, only knowing the lowest two realms.
Ninth Grade Enlightenment Realm, Eighth Grade Innate Realm.
These two realms are the thresholds ordinary people can aspire to, and beyond that, ordinary people don't even have the qualification to know.
"Fortunately, this sword formula comes with a method for Meditation Qi Cultivation, so I'm not completely in the dark."
Chen Kuang thought for a moment and tried to guide those tidal forces within himself to gather in his palm.
He wanted to see if he could... erase these words.
These words absolutely cannot remain here.
Chu Wen Ruo saw Chen Kuang silent for a long time, and asked softly in confusion:
"Mr. Chen, what's wrong? Is there something wrong with the railing?"
Chen Kuang was about to speak when he heard the crisp sound of the door lock opening.
His heart sank.
This wasn't the time for meal distribution; no one should be coming at this hour.
"Damn it, what's there to clean in this lousy prison?"
"The higher-ups instructed, just do as told. I hear that Immortal Master wants to inspect suddenly, told us to drag out those who are near death from torture and bury them directly, and even the nooks and crannies should be thoroughly cleaned."
"Haha, a clean prison cell, the higher-ups really think things through."
"Who can blame the Immortal Master for being kind, unable to bear seeing these things?"
Two prison guards walked in jokingly, holding cleaning tools.
They were to clean in sequence, and unfortunately... the first cell was Huo Hengxuan's.
At first glance, they saw Chen Kuang leaning against the railing, reaching out with effort.
"Hey, blind man, what are you doing?"
Li Erhuang rebuked.
Chen Kuang said, "Sir, I accidentally dropped my bowl, it seems to have rolled into this cell."
Li Erhuang came closer and indeed saw a bowl in the corner.
He picked it up and said, irritably, "If it fell, it fell. Why so much fuss? Quickly pull your hand back!"
Chen Kuang gripped the railing and said, "Sir, I have a request..."
"Scram, what nonsense!"
Li Erhuang was not buying it; he had seen too many fools disposed of for petty gain, and he was not one of them.
Otherwise, how could he have become a Squad Leader?
He had his colleague clean the opposite side, and when he turned back, he found Chen Kuang still clinging to the railing.
What was wrong with this blind man? He had been so meek before.
Frowning, Li Erhuang suddenly noticed some unevenness on the railing.
He suspiciously stepped forward but met Chen Kuang's gaze.
Li Erhuang was startled and suddenly remembered that he had made eye contact with Chen Kuang yesterday, realizing in an instant.
That was not an illusion!
Li Erhuang felt he was about to uncover a massive secret, his entire body shivered in excitement.
He asserted, "You're not blind! Let go of the railing, what are you hiding?!"
His tone was fierce, but he kept his voice low, fearing his colleague might share the credit.
In just these two sentences, Chen Kuang had already discreetly erased the text.
He was contemplating what pretext to use next.
Enhanced slightly by the abundance of spiritual qi, his senses suddenly detected a hint of coldness coming from outside.
Cold, dark, a sharp metallic scent, a chilling oppressive feeling.
Like... a sharp blade.
"Probably... you won't get a chance to report it."
Chen Kuang murmured softly.
Li Erhuang: "What?"
Chen Kuang grabbed him and said, "Sir! I assure you I'm telling the truth! Le Zheng indeed has a box, and inside is an elixir!"
"Swoosh——"
In an instant, Li Erhuang's bewildered head fell off his shoulders.
Chen Kuang closed his eyes, in the darkness, blood splattered on his face.
For a moment, he felt as if he had returned to the palace, where his colleagues' limbs were strewn all around, the stench filling his nostrils.
He trembled slightly in fear, yet being unable to see, he could not even flee.
Since his acting skills were poor, he let memories lead him.
"Sir? Sir, what's wrong?"
With eyes closed, the musician's voice quivered.
The Black Armor Guard sheathed his long sword, extended a hand, took hold of his outstretched arm, and silently observed his demeanor.
For a moment.
"Let's go, the general has something to ask you."