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Evil Venerable of the Sword Dao

Chapter 115 - 115 015 Bloodline Condenses Ancient Sword Intent

Author: Ruthless Sword
updatedAt: 2025-07-10

115: Chapter 015 Bloodline Condenses Ancient Sword Intent 115: Chapter 015 Bloodline Condenses Ancient Sword Intent Qiong Mountain, dreadful valley.

The valley was filled with an Ancient Sword Intent so terrifying it could kill upon contact.

The bright red wild fruits, amidst the fierce and chaotic Sword Intent, were so vivid and dazzling they almost hurt the eyes.

Dangerous threats often appeared beautiful, just like this fantastically gorgeous and dizzying Sword Intent valley.

Zhou Yan had traveled here and stopped in this land of desolate mountains and evil waters, his expression calm.

Below this valley lay endless perils.

Ahead was an unfathomable abyss, and even further, a cliff where not a single blade of grass grew.

There were no paths above this gorge, if one wished to cross, they had to leap.

To leap was to possibly face death, for even Zhou Yan could not see through such a harsh place.

This wicked place had the aura of an Ancient Array and a chaotic killing intent, giving him a suffocating sense of extermination.

Moving forward, Li Qimeng, who had somewhat suppressed her injuries, followed at his side, but during this time, Zhou Yan asked no questions, only moving forward in silence.

And along the way, Li Qimeng would occasionally gaze at Zhou Yan, observing his expressions, which unsettled her heart.

Arriving here, seeing him facing such a malicious locale with still no trace of sorrow or joy on his face, she finally couldn’t help but speak, “Young Master, it has been many years already, and there’s no rush for this one year.

Once your heart is settled, your realm can be expected…

Young Master, don’t worry too much.”

After she finished speaking, she saw a glimmer of brightness in Zhou Yan’s profound eyes.

These eyes were usually devoid of any emotion and cold enough to stir fear; throughout this journey, aside from anger and killing intent, no other emotions had emerged.

But at this moment, those eyes now held a touch of softness, a sense of relief.

“Worry?

I wasn’t worried.”

Zhou Yan slightly revealed a smile, his tone evidently softer.

“Then, that’s good.

I feared you were bearing too much and I didn’t want to hide anything from you, so I was conflicted.

After telling the complete truth, I worried you might not be able to endure it, inevitably feeling uneasy.”

Li Qimeng looked at Zhou Yan and suddenly thought he truly looked handsome and graceful, more luminous than even the Ji TaiXu Spiritualist.

Especially…when Zhou Yan spoke gently, that kind of gaze could touch her heart and soul.

Her face turned red, but she still expressed her inner worries.

“I understand.

Along this journey, I’ve thought about some matters and derived some insights, which is why I haven’t healed your injuries yet.”

Zhou Yan turned around, his back facing the gorgeous yet perilously dangerous valley, hands clasped behind him, quietly speaking.

“Alright, I believe in you, Young Master.

Even if those words were just to make me feel happy, it doesn’t matter.

I have been severely injured, but to meet you before death and be able to speak the truth, I am already without regrets.

The path of a cultivator is inherently fraught with hardship.

To die without regrets is already a tremendous happiness, since many cultivators die inexplicably before they can speak their desires.

Compared to them, I am already very fortunate.

Coming to Ancient Tomb Mountain, I had already considered that I might never return, but still I came, without regret or complaint.”

Li Qimeng had many thoughts, but she didn’t voice them.

These thoughts merely echoed in her heart, speaking silently in her mind, and no sound emerged.

But these words were contained in her gaze, because such things truly did not need to be spoken, not needing to highlight her loyalty or greatness through words.

She also didn’t want to speak, letting her incurable injuries drain the Young Master’s strength.

At this moment, a knowing look was already enough.

The words spoken by the eyes, the words spoken by the heart, unheard and intangible.

But Zhou Yan understood, so he deeply looked at this woman, who previously somewhat displeased him, and he suddenly realized that in the world, each person has a unique side.

Everything, perhaps, has a reason.

She was proud, but pride was not all she was.

Under Zhou Yan’s gaze, Li Qimeng’s heartbeat suddenly sped up, and her breathing also became a bit rapid, a strange tension emerging.

“Do you know about my past events?”

Zhou Yan turned around, no longer looking at her, but instead asked with his hands clasped behind him.

“…I know mostly.”

Li Qimeng was startled, then spoke with a somewhat somber tone.

“Back then, because my talent was wasted, I had comprehension, but couldn’t exhibit it.

In Canglan City, I thought I was a genius, and others thought so too, yet in truth, a defective genius is just waste.

Waste…shed a lot of sweat, spilled a lot of blood, many times, my life’s potential was squeezed out, just hoping for a chance to rise.”

Zhou Yan’s voice was melancholy, desolate, also carrying a hint of sorrowful nostalgia for the past memories.

He wasn’t an emotional person, but recalling the bleak life of the past, he still couldn’t help but feel pained inside.

“Young Master…”

Li Qimeng’s eyes were somewhat red, her voice murmuring,

“Cold Pond, lonely crane, Cold Night, Clear Water Lake.

All those times I squeezed my own potential was just in hope of forging a path for cultivation.

To succeed, to become strong, one must endure… endure loneliness, endure solitude, endure scorn, endure pain.

Only through perseverance can one achieve progression and know that one day, without sounding, they suddenly astound.

You should do the same, never give up on yourself!”

Zhou Yan sighed.

Normally, he would not say such things.

But Li Qimeng gave him a very amiable feeling, as if her character reminded him of the woman who had turned away in his memories – very much like her.

In his memory, there would always be the figure of a woman with a blurred face, turning away—his mother, Li Yunjin.

All along the way, what Zhou Yan wondered the most was how to treat the Li family, but he couldn’t find an answer.

Towards the Li family, his mother felt apologetic, his father felt unwilling, and he himself was already disturbed by the matter of Ji TaiXu.

Yet the woman who silently followed by his side, her heart always lingered on him.

After knowing his identity, the respect emanating from her bones was very perceptible.

The more this was the case, the more Zhou Yan was able to sense her character.

Respect for outsiders and the strong, disregard for the weak, loyalty to the Young Masters… This seemed to be the most natural character.

She was a subordinate under his mother, in terms of seniority, above him.

Thinking of this, Zhou Yan involuntarily spoke of some past events.

“Young Master, I understand, I won’t be like this in the future!

And what happened to you in the past is already over!”

Li Qimeng expressed her heartache, her eyes somewhat sour but firm.

“Yes, it’s over.

Because of what you said, some things, I won’t care about them anymore.

In the future, those in the Li family who treat me well, I will treat them well.

Those who treat me badly, I’ll annihilate them by the millions, so what?!”

Zhou Yan smiled.

The spectator sees the chess game better than the players.

Being in the situation, Zhou Yan could not find a way to treat the Li family, but reflecting on the past, stepping out of the situation, he understood, good or bad, it didn’t matter.

For those who were good to him, he would repay a drop of kindness with a wellspring of gratitude.

For those who were unkind to him, he would also retaliate more fiercely.

A simple solution, a direct method, because stepping out of the situation, Zhou Yan felt the myriad of pressures that had been pressing on him evaporate.

“Young Master, are you planning a massacre in the clan?” asked Li Qimeng, somewhat worried.

Zhou Yan did not speak but turned around.

With a soul energy that had already recovered quite a lot, he stimulated his eyes and fired off a beam of Sword Intent.

Carrying the Sword Intent, a purple light suddenly plunged into the valley.

In the valley, a mysterious and vast ancient aura suddenly manifested.

This ancient aura, amid the chaotic Sword Intent, exhibited strong lethality and a terrifying presence.

They churned and roared, the tremendous energy darkening the skies as if covering the sun and even Li Qimeng, with a flushed face, suddenly turned pale.

This energy, if it swept across them, even a Supreme Strongman at the Sword Spirit Realm would undoubtedly die!

Her expression was uncertain, but she firmly stood by Zhou Yan’s side, not moving an inch, not retreating beforehand due to the danger.

The energy churned for a long time before finally subsiding, and did not retaliate against them.

Zhou Yan seemed to completely control all these changes, as if holding it in his heart.

“In this Heaven and Earth Essence Qi, ancient Sword Intent can be contained, it all seems inevitable.

So, can my own bloodline also contain such ancient Sword Intent?

Or, should I continue to condense my own Sword Intent, turn it into such Sword Intent?”

Zhou Yan pondered to himself.

In fact, he had had this idea a long time ago, only the scene he witnessed this time was more triggering.

Nowadays, allowing his Blood Essence to contain such ancient Sword Intent would bring a tremendous transformation and tempering, both for his body and his own Sword Dao.

If it were possible, this would represent an extraordinary progression.

Zhou Qian had said that normally, soul strength equals combat power, but Zhou Yan could assert that he did not reach such a level.

Facing peak powers of Sword Soul First Layer Heaven, Zhou Yan still had some confidence in defeating them, but reaching the Sword Soul Second Layer Heaven, the difference was already unimaginably huge— the pressure born from realm differences alone was immense.

Although he could nearly fight at the level of Sword Soul Second Layer Heaven with about fifty percent of the combat power, actually reaching this step was very difficult.

It required a superb performance, under normal circumstances, Zhou Yan could only ensure his combat power broke through the fourth level, but couldn’t achieve near the fifth.

But if he could condense ancient Sword Intent in his Blood Essence, forming a terrifying Sword Intent like this valley, Zhou Yan believed that reaching close to the fifth level of combat power shouldn’t be difficult.

That is the potential.

Without digging into the extremity of each potential, combat power might decrease.

And to increase combat power, one must expand abilities further.

At this moment, Zhou Yan was observing the fluctuating rules of the valley’s Sword Intent, experiencing a kind of mysterious ancient Sword Dao’s life and death aura.

For a long while, deep in thought, Zhou Yan then heaved a sigh of relief.

Then, looking at Li Qimeng by his side, still vigilantly watching the Sword Intent rising in the void, he softly said, “Sit down, quick.

In a moment, I will heal you.

Because soon, there will be abnormalities here, and I expect many strong figures will come!”

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