Ask Wudang Chapter 138

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At this stage, Ye Qingfeng’s sword became even sharper, more unpredictable and ghost-like. If one did not possess an equivalent level of spiritual cultivation, they would definitely not be able to discern the changes in his sword movements. The most outstanding technique at this stage was spiritual lock, which was unavoidable.

As for the third stage, which is the current stage, it involves cultivating the Anuttarayoga Tantra to the second level. At this stage, the sword intent will become divine and enlightened, which is what is known as divine illumination of the void, and the Dharma possessing a primal spirit.

The so-called Dharma possessing a primal spirit means that the sword intent has come alive and has its own consciousness. To put it simply, at the current stage, if Ye Qingfeng uses his sword to leave a wound on an enemy, the sword intent will remain attached to this wound, enduring indefinitely, never fading. Thus, unless a master of the same level dispels the sword intent, this wound will never heal.

The above are the differences upon breaking through to the second level of Anuttarayoga Tantra.

When Ye Qingfeng awoke from his state of spiritual wandering, three hours had already passed.

By then, the sun was setting in the west, dusk was approaching, Yang Guo had returned from Xiangyang City, and Hong Lingbo had also dismissed the common folk.

With all matters settled, the group set off again, heading directly west of Xiangyang City.

After this battle, although Ye Qingfeng did not wish to leave his name, his reputation inevitably spread. A single sword, wielded by one man, slew over a thousand Mongolian Tartars, and he distributed the wealth plundered by the Mongolian Tartars to the common folk. Such a righteous act was admired by all in the pugilistic world. Because his swordsmanship was truly too powerful, and with the common folk of Xiangyang spreading his praises and vouching for him, people in the pugilistic world respectfully referred to him as the “Sword Saint.”

However, these are matters for later, so let us set them aside for now.

About half an hour later, the group arrived at the Wild Boar Forest, west of Xiangyang City.

Suddenly, a series of strange cries emanated from the forest, with wild “cooing” sounds and fierce “hissing” sounds, interspersed with sounds of fierce combat and breaking trees, as if two fierce beasts were fighting in the forest.

Upon hearing these sounds, Ye Qingfeng’s heart suddenly stirred, and he mused, “Could it be the Divine Condor?” After a moment of thought, he immediately said, “Disciples, you wait here for a moment, I will go into the forest to investigate.”

As his words fell, without waiting for Yang Guo and the others to inquire, he moved swiftly, soaring into the forest.

In truth, Ye Qingfeng specifically relocated to Xiangyang not to enjoy the city’s prosperity, but for the Divine Condor Valley.

In his previous life, when he traveled the world, he had specifically visited the Divine Condor Valley, but unfortunately, the Divine Condor had already passed away, and the Sword Devil’s ruins in the valley had been weathered beyond recognition, leaving him quite regretful. Now that he had come to this world, he naturally wanted to witness the Sword Devil’s grandeur. After all, this legendary Sword Devil was a figure capable of contending for the strongest position in Jin Yong’s martial arts world.

About the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, Ye Qingfeng found the source of the sound.

Upon closer inspection, he saw a majestic condor, over a zhang tall, battling a giant python, three zhang long.

“It really is the Divine Condor!”

Upon seeing this, Ye Qingfeng’s heart immediately filled with joy. Originally, he was still wondering how he would communicate with the Divine Condor when he met it. Unexpectedly, he encountered the Divine Condor before even reaching the Divine Condor Valley, which saved him a lot of trouble.

“Hiss!”

Just then, the giant python raised its head and hissed, pouncing fiercely at the Divine Condor.

Facing such an attack, the Divine Condor not only met it head-on but also suddenly extended its beak to peck at the giant python’s right eye. This peck was both swift and accurate, possessing a certain ancient charm, as if it had transformed from a sword.

The next moment, with a “chi” sound, the giant python’s right eye was pecked, and blood gushed out.

The giant python, with its right eye blinded, immediately experienced excruciating pain and went berserk. In its frenzy, it opened its massive mouth and fiercely bit at the fleshy lump on the Divine Condor’s head. This attack was swift, fierce, and unexpected, and the Divine Condor was instantly struck. Having successfully landed a blow, the giant python then lifted its body and quickly coiled around the Divine Condor, rendering it unable to move.

“Old Condor, don’t panic, I’m here to help you.”

Ye Qingfeng softly called out, then picked up a stone and swiftly hurled it at the giant python.

However, before the stone could strike, the Divine Condor suddenly spun around, and its iron-hard wings, as large as a door, flapped violently, blocking Ye Qingfeng’s stone. Immediately after, it began to furiously peck at the snake’s body coiled around it, with fresh blood spurting out with each peck. After thirty or forty pecks, the giant python’s body loosened slightly, and it then twisted its head and neck, blinding the giant python’s left eye as well.

The giant python, in its pain, became even more frantic, snapping its blood-red mouth wildly in all directions, but it couldn’t bite anything.

Taking advantage of this moment, the Divine Condor suddenly leaped up, then extended its claws, seizing the python at its seven-inch mark, instantly pressing the python’s head to the ground, and furiously pecking at its head. The giant python continued to struggle endlessly, writhing and flailing, coiling and twisting, its tail sweeping wildly, breaking many trees, but its head remained immobile. After being pecked thirty or forty times, it finally stiffened and died.

“Truly amazing!”

Seeing the Divine Condor finally kill the giant python, Ye Qingfeng couldn’t help but praise it greatly.

The Divine Condor seemed to understand his praise, immediately raised its head, and let out three loud cries, appearing very arrogant.

Ye Qingfeng laughed, “Haha, so mighty and majestic, no wonder you didn’t need my help.”

“Coo coo!”

The Divine Condor responded with a cry, then approached, flapped its wings, and patted Ye Qingfeng’s shoulder, as if expressing goodwill.

Ye Qingfeng also reached out and stroked its back in response.

“Wa wa!”

The Divine Condor was very pleased, and immediately pecked open the giant python’s abdomen, took out a gall bladder the size of an egg, and handed it to Ye Qingfeng.

Ye Qingfeng asked, “Old Condor, are you giving me this snake gall?”

“Coo coo!”

The Divine Condor nodded, giving a low coo in response.

Ye Qingfeng said, “Alright, since Old Condor, you are so generous, then I shall not decline.” As he spoke, he took out a jade box and stored the snake gall. Then, he took out his personal flask and said, “As the saying goes, it’s impolite not to reciprocate. Since you’ve given me the snake gall, I’ll treat you to some wine. After we drink, we’ll be friends.”

With that, he poured out a handful of wine and offered it to the Divine Condor.

The Divine Condor 193’s eyes immediately lit up upon smelling the wine, and it cried “wa wa” twice, then drank it all down. After drinking, its eyes were still shining, looking at the wine flask in Ye Qingfeng’s hand, as if it wanted to drink more.

Seeing this, Ye Qingfeng couldn’t help but laugh, saying, “Alright, since Old Condor, you have such refined taste, I’ll let you drink your fill.”

As his words fell, he handed the entire flask to the Divine Condor, letting it hold it in its beak and drink.

The Divine Condor was not polite, holding the flask in its beak, drinking heartily while flapping its wings, seemingly very excited.

It turned out that Dugu Qiubai was also a connoisseur of wine back then. Not only did he drink himself, but he also fed the Divine Condor, and over time, the Divine Condor also became an alcoholic. Ever since Dugu Qiubai passed away, the Divine Condor had never drunk wine again. It wasn’t that it didn’t want to drink, but that it couldn’t. Now, suddenly drinking its former delicacy, fulfilling years of longing, how could it not be excited?

In a short while, the Divine Condor gulped down the entire flask of wine, then let out a few hearty long cries.

After a few long cries, it finally looked at Ye Qingfeng, flapped its wings, and let out two low “cooing” sounds.

Ye Qingfeng said, “Old Condor, are you inviting me to be your guest?”

“Coo coo!”

The Divine Condor nodded in response.

Ye Qingfeng then said, “Alright, but my disciples are still outside, I’ll go call them.”

“Coo coo!”

The Divine Condor responded again, then followed Ye Qingfeng out of the forest.

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