I Really Am Not The Lord of Demon Chapter 305

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio  Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Ling Ping'an walked among the bookshelves.

His eyes swept over the dusty books that had been eaten for an unknown period of time.

Swordsmanship…

Ancient martial arts…

Thanks to the new wave of martial arts novels that rose after the Gao Sect, the people of the federal empire were still very obsessed with these things.

To what extent were they obsessed?

By taking on the title of successor of any fist technique, they would be able to do very well.

Just like the Taiji inheritor a few days ago.

It was simply too awesome!

But…

“It's all a lie…”Ling Ping'an said.

Things like ancient martial arts might be good for strengthening one's body.

But fighting and fighting were not as good as the actual combat and fighting that great ancestor had developed since then.

After all, one was for show, and the other was for killing.

However, for most people, especially the young ones, ancient martial arts were just for fashion.

This was easy to understand.

In recent years, the media had been making such a racket.

Ancient times were very beautiful.

Scholars and officials were all very elegant.

The stories of scholars and beautiful women were also very romantic.

Therefore, all kinds of speculation and capital were added to the market. Various concepts surrounding ancient martial arts and ancient culture had also been hyped up.

Right now, there were several stocks on the stock market that were related to ancient martial arts and ancient culture.

Moreover, the price-earnings ratio seemed to be pretty good!

Thinking of this, Ling Ping'an picked up a book.

Blowing off the dust on the cover, Ling Ping'an looked at the title of the book, ‘True Seven Swords'.

This book title was really not bad!

However, the name was a little too common.

Therefore, Ling Ping'an picked up another book, ‘the Sunflower Bible'.

This book was very famous.

It was the martial arts manual recorded in the ‘Martial Pride' that had been passed down from the Taizu era.

After the Gaozong era, this novel went from the imperial court to the common people and caused a wave of reading.

Its story had been remade countless times.

On the cover, the adage ‘If you want to practice this skill, you must first castrate yourself' was added with red and bold warning words. This made it the most popular manual in the past 200 years.

However, Ling Ping'an thought about that customer and placed the book down.

If one wanted to practice this technique, one must first castrate oneself.

If one could not do it, what could you achieve?

Although the so-called ancient martial arts was just a joke, as a bookstore owner, especially a bookstore owner who was determined to provide high-quality service to his customers and make them feel at home, Ling Ping'an knew very well that experiencing was a very important thing.

He had to let his customers immerse themselves in the world of his fantasy.

Fortunately, the bookstore still had a lot of books.

Without the ‘Sunflower Bible', there was still the six meridians godly sword.

Ling Ping'an picked up the book beside the Sunflower Bible and pouted. “This six meridians godly sword is also a sword technique…”

Shooting also belonged to the category of sword techniques.

After thinking for a while, he stood on tiptoe and took a thick book from the top of the bookshelf.

After wiping the dust off the cover, Ling Ping'an said, “Perhaps that customer still wants this book…”

The title of this book was very simple.

It was ‘Introduction to Basic Swordsmanship'.

It was an introduction textbook compiled by several famous ancient martial arts masters when the new school of martial arts was at its peak.

It talked about basic skills and basic introductory methods.

In Ling Ping'an's eyes, this book was much more powerful than the so-called ‘secret manuals' that he made up in this bookstore.

At the very least, according to the training in this book, he could learn some useful things.

At the very least, he could enhance his sword skills

There were even many martial arts champions in history who once claimed in an interview that they had relied on this book to build their foundation.

In short, this book was quite well-known in the ancient martial arts circle.

It was just that few people were willing to practice it.

Building a foundation was hard work.

In this era, everyone was just heckling and playing around.

Only a fool would really work hard.

Ling Ping'an also thought for a long time before bringing this book.

‘Perhaps, that customer will want it!' he thought.

Thus, he brought these three books back and at the same time, he started to draft up a sales pitch in his heart.

He knew that people who liked ancient martial arts also liked ancient culture.

They liked to drop their book bags the most.

Therefore, when he brought the book to the little girl's side, his mouth had already started to chant softly.

“White Jade Capital in the sky, twelve floors high and spans five cities…”

“Immortals caress my head, knot my hair and bestow longevity…”

Li Taibai's poem was the most suitable to warm up under the current circumstances.

Who among the ancient martial art lovers did not have a dream of shattering the void?

…

Xiao Man heard a series of footsteps approaching from afar.

The wooden board was shaking gently.

In the air, there was the smell of yin and yang being torn apart.

It was as if the strange man was reshaping the earth, water, wind, and fire with every step he took.

In her ears, she heard his soft and distant chanting that was filled with a mysterious and strange aura.

“White Jade Capital in the sky, twelve floors high and spans five cities…”

In her trance, Xiaoman seemed to have returned to the era before the fall of heaven.

The Majestic Heavenly Court stood above the clouds.

In the Heaven, immortals and gods looked down on the human world.

That was the golden era before the fall of heaven.

Immortals and gods ruled the world; karma and retribution were practiced strictly.

“Immortals touch my head, my hair gives me longevity…”

In her daze, Xiaoman seemed to have seen the ancient times after the creation of the world.

The child who worshipped the heavens piously finally touched the world.

A white-haired immortal descended from the sky and gently stroked the child.

He passed down the orthodoxy of cultivation. From then on, the weak humans in the human world could soar in the sky and the Earth. They could even hold the bright moon and die.

Xiaoman stared at the illusion in front of her.

She sighed lightly.

The past was already in the past.

The world could never go back.

Whether it was the White Jade Capital in the sky or the sects on the earth, everything had been destroyed.

Now, heaven and earth had become a cage.

They had become a cage for the Sky Devils to take whatever they wanted.

All of them were just lambs that the Sky Devils kept in the beast pen named Heaven and Earth to be slaughtered.

Ling Ping'an brought the books and walked in front of the little girl.

The three books were quite heavy.

Therefore, he placed them on the table.

“Guest…” Ling ping'an sat down with a smile and said, “Take a look. Do you like these books?”

“If you don't like them, I'll change another batch for you…”

…

Xiao Man raised her head and looked at the strange man.

Fog rolled in his head.

The fire in his eyes was like the Golden Crow in the ancient mythical grade, burning fiercely.

His words seemed to come from all directions.

But it also seemed to come directly from the bottom of his heart.

This mysterious power made Xiaoman extremely shocked.

And the hidden meaning in his words made Xiaoman extremely shocked.

‘He really has many books…' Xiaoman thought.

Then, she tried her best to show a smile that she thought was sweet. “Thank you!”

She lowered her head and looked at the book on the Unknown Treasure Table in front of her.

It was unknown what kind of spell was used on the table. The entire table was transparent and flawless, so much so that the light from the immortal lamp above her head could be reflected.

“This table is probably a treasure that this weirdo used to monitor the world!” Xiaoman guessed.

However, she was more concerned about the three books on the table that were emitting all kinds of unsettling auras.

She reached for the first book.

Just as she touched the cover, Xiaoman felt goosebumps on her skin as if she had been electrocuted.

“Who is coveting my inheritance?”

A solemn voice echoed in Xiaoman's soul.

She seemed to see a god with disheveled hair. The god who looked like a tortoise and a snake was looking at her from the end of time and space.

Black smoke instantly covered Xiaoman's spiritual sense.

She immediately closed her eyes and retracted her hand.

That was because Xiaoman knew that she didn't have the ability to cultivate such a powerful sword scripture.

It was the true martial demon-slaying sword scripture.

It was a supreme secret manual that was created by a powerful ancient immortal who was so powerful that he could sweep away all the evil demons in the world.

Mortals were not qualified to take over his legacy.

Immortals were barely qualified!

If she forcefully accepted the inheritance, Xiaoman knew that she would definitely be crushed by the Qi left on the sword scripture!

That was an existence comparable to the heaven-toppling celestial emperor!

He was the true martial demon slayer!

Xiaoman swallowed her saliva and reached out to a book beside her.

It was a book that was surrounded by countless lights.

As soon as she touched it, she felt all kinds of warnings coming from her soul.

An unfamiliar and solemn voice sounded in Xiaoman's ears, “The so-called sword…”

“Ordinary people think that it's just a sword. There's no other request other than to give up the sword…”

“How foolish!”

“To me…”

“It's better to ask for yourself than to ask for others, and it's better to ask for yourself than to rely on external things…”

“A true sword cultivator…”

“Casting oneself as a sword…”

“Therefore, the skin, blood, essence, and flesh of the body can not be used as a sword…”

“My sword strikes…”

“It will be executed!”

In the midst of this solemn chanting, Xiaoman saw a figure in her daze.

Slowly, he walked out of the long river of history and pulled out his hair, which then turned into a sharp sword.

He spat out a mouthful of saliva. Every drop of saliva was a sharp sword!

He stretched out his hand, and his entire arm turned into a sharp sword.

As a result, his hair was a sword; his eyes were a sword; his nose was a sword; his tongue was a sword; his hair and skin were swords as well.

And he himself was a huge sword.

Countless swords kept coming out of his body.

Countless swords came out of his body.

They made him look like a hedgehog, and they also made him like monsters.

He seemed to see Xiaoman, and then he smiled.

In his smile, countless sharp swords stabbed at Xiao Man.

Happiness, anger, sorrow, joy, emotions, and desires could also be swords!

Xiaoman faced the sharp swords that were stabbing at her.

She was fearless!

A swordsman never feared swords.

Because swords were swordsman's companions!

Sharp blades pierced Xiao Man's pupils.

But she didn't retreat.

She didn't even blink, because she already understood that this was a test, and also a question.

A test of her sword heart, and a question of her way of the sword.

Thus, these sharp swords bloomed like fireworks on Xiaoman's pupils.

Then, they disappeared into the air as if they had never appeared.

On the opposite side, there was still that strange person sitting.

Fog enveloped his head, and two Flames rose like golden crows, dazzling and eye-catching.

Xiaoman lowered her head to look at the book she was holding.

On the cover of the book, words that seemed to have been pieced together by countless sharp swords appeared before her eyes which were stained with blood.

‘Mystic Lord Sword Forging Scripture'.

This was its name.

A person named Mystic Lord had left behind his comprehension and experience in cultivating the way of the sword.

Thinking back to the person she had seen in the illusion just now, Xiaoman could not help but feel a sense of admiration!

Because she could feel the other party's steadfastness in the way of the sword, other people did not want anything other than the sword.

However, the other party used himself as a sword, casting his body, skin, flesh, tendons, and Bones as a sword.

The seven emotions and six desires were also used as a sword.

He cast everything he had into a sword.

He would definitely be able to wield the sword that countless swordsmen dreamed of.

With one sword, Heaven and earth would be separated.

With one sword, Heaven and Earth would be destroyed.

Unfortunately…

Xiaoman sighed. She was only a foundation establishment swordsman.

Whether it was strength or soul, it was far from enough to cultivate such a pure and terrifying sword scripture.

Moreover, the current situation in the world was not suitable for her to cultivate such a profound sword scripture.

If she were to cultivate rashly, she was afraid that she would be captured by the sky demon before she had the time to cultivate and eat it all.

Therefore, she could only give up.

Giving up was also a required course for swordsmen.

Every swordsman should have the heart to give up.

Otherwise, if she were to swing her sword and think about something, she would only be taken advantage of by the enemy.

Even though Xiaoman was only at the foundation establishment stage, she was clear about this principle.

However…

“One day, I will have the qualifications and ability to cultivate such a sword scripture…” Xiaoman thought as she turned her gaze towards the last book.

It was a book that looked dusty.

Xiaoman reached out and touched it. She saw that figure again.

That figure that had cast everything in his body into a sword.

That figure looked at Xiaoman. He slowly raised his hand, and countless densely packed swords appeared in front of Xiaoman.

“Those who look up to the Dao are like those who are immersed in it. But not everyone knows Dao…” his voice was like the roar of a dragon, but also like the biting of countless insects. It rustled and made people tremble uncontrollably. However, they could not help but listen attentively because it was the Great Dao.

It was a great Dao that directly explained and explained the laws of Heaven and earth. However, this great Dao was hard to understand, and just listening to it made people's souls go crazy. It was difficult for them to control themselves. Fortunately, Xiaoman's sword heart was firm. Otherwise, just listening to this voice would have inevitably caused her soul to split.

Even so, she could only stick to her original heart and try her best to resist the various thoughts that rose from her soul.

“Using the sword to control the Dao is like using fire to control water…”

“If the fire is strong, the water is weak…”

“If you want to use the fire to control the water, why don't you use the firewood to help the fire…”

“The fire is used by the heaven, people, ghosts, and gods!”

“Therefore, if you want to use my Dao…”

“I will definitely use heaven, earth, people, ghosts, and gods as firewood to help my fire…”

As the voice faded away, the words on the cover gradually became clearer.

They were also words formed by swords.

However, these swords didn't look as majestic, dignified, and solid as the mystic Lord Sword forging scripture.

These swords looked somewhat ethereal and slender.

They hadn't materialized yet.

Obviously, this was the work of the Almighty Mystic Lord before he reached the great success stage.

The words on the cover also proved this point.

However, when she heard this, XiaoMan's soul also began to shudder. She couldn't hold on any longer and was about to shatter into pieces, turning into crazy thoughts.

Fortunately, at this moment, the strange person spoke.

“Guest, How do you feel?”

His words came from all directions like a spring breeze. They brought with them a warm strength that seeped into Xiaoman's heart and instantly stabilized her soul.

The feeling of her divine soul being split and shattered instantly disappeared without a trace.

This made Xiaoman extremely grateful while she was shocked by his strength and mysteriousness.

Just as she was about to express her gratitude, she swallowed the words that were about to come out of her mouth.

It was as if a certain voice was whispering in her ear.

“You don't have the right to thank Master…”

“Here, you can only answer Master's Questions…”

“You can only do what Master allows you to do…”

“Otherwise…”

The voice chuckled, and Xiaoman immediately understood what he meant.

Thus, Xiao Man could only reveal a smile as relaxed as possible.

This was not a difficult thing for her.

As a swordsman born after the fall of heaven, Xiaoman had witnessed countless tragedies in the past ten years, and saw countless sad songs of generosity and despair.

Those born after the fall of Heaven had no tears to shed.

That was because their first mission was to survive.

And the swordsmen bore the heavy responsibility of protecting and protecting others!

They were the victims, but also the martyrs.

Therefore, Xiaoman had already known how to control her emotions a long time ago.

“Sir…” she carefully chose her words and asked the strange man, “How much is this book?”

Her hand was tightly clutching the dusty ‘Records of the mystic Lord's cultivation of the sword'.

She knew that this was the product of the Almighty Mystic Lord before he mastered the way of the sword.

It was a sword scripture that recorded the mystic Lord's initial understanding and experience in the cultivation of the sword.

In his body, including his hair and skin, there was nothing that could not be used as a sword.

Those efforts and attempts had been recorded.

Those were the insights of a proud and powerful sword cultivator as he explored the path of the Great Dao.

It was not an exaggeration to say that to any sword cultivator, this sword scripture was a Supreme Sword Scripture!

As for Xiaoman, she had a premonition.

This sword scripture might be hidden, allowing her to become strong enough to protect the villagers!

Using the sword to control the Dao.

Using the heaven, earth, humans, ghosts, and gods as firewood to strengthen the great path!

Now, Xiaoman had already obtained the recognition of the consciousness of the mystic Lord hidden in this sword scripture.

She only had one remaining obstacle, which was to convince the person in front of her or pay a price that would satisfy him.

She would need to take this supreme sword scripture away from him.

This would allow her to save Heaven and Earth, thereby protecting the common people!

Thus, Xiaoman heard his relaxed laughter.

“Customer…”

“Your choice is really correct…” His voice sounded in Xiao Man's ears from all directions. “This is a must-learn classic for swordsmen…”

“So, the price is a little higher…”

“Since you are a new customer…”

“I'll give you a discount…”

“So I'll just charge you one hundred and twenty yuan…”

Chapter end