Chapter 13: Diligent Practice of an Unrefined Body and Clumsy Swordsmanship

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Qin Anyu lay immersed in the stone trough, soaking in the thick medicinal broth. His gaze rested on the sword embryo placed atop the stone trough as he once again calmed his mind to contemplate the past and the future.

He had always considered himself suave and charismatic, with countless friends, yet he never expected to be so targeted during the Divine Tribulation: assassins from the Divine Realm, “friends” conspiring to ambush him, leaving him besieged on all sides.

Though his family background was formidable and his own skills abundant, he had fought desperately, grievously wounding a god, destroying one “friend,” and driving another away. Yet the thunder tribulation was not yet over; his primordial spirit was severely injured, and hope of success had vanished. Facing relentless pursuit and blockade, he had no choice but to fight fiercely, carving a bloody path. Unable to shake off his pursuers, he risked a soul separation.

He did not recall what he was thinking at the time, clutching this sword embryo and piercing through one realm after another.

The tribulation was truly ruthless, knowing he had not completely perished and chasing him all the way, shattering realm after realm downwards.

One could call it fortune, or misfortune.

Fortunate was that the Clumsy Sword streaked into the Death Cliff just as Qin Anyu, having been cast down the cliff, was nearing death. Sensing he could no longer withstand the tribulation’s thunder, the sword embryo entered his soul sea, only to discover his soul was dispersing.

Unexpectedly, once its soul entered, the dispersing soul immediately ceased scattering and launched a counterattack to wrest control of the soul sea. However, the disparity in strength was too great, and in the end, the Immortal Emperor devoured it, initiating a mode of soul usurpation and rebirth.

Misfortunate was that Qin Anyu possessed the most helpless body type in cultivation—a clumsy physique. Though it initially wished to leave, the tribulation thunder outside raged unceasingly and had already devoured most of it. Lacking the strength to depart and continue traversing, it could only stay within him and fully merge amidst the raging storm.

Unexpectedly, despite Qin Anyu’s extremely low realm, he harbored a tenacious will. Upon learning the sword embryo was an Immortal Emperor, he erupted ceaselessly, urging vengeance.

After much communication and a promise to heal before taking revenge, the restlessness finally subsided.

Another mystery troubled him: this scarred sword embryo. During the counterattack, he had only gravely wounded that god, not killed him, yet the sword embryo he had flung away did not return to that god’s side but instead flew down to the mortal realm. This defied understanding.

Such great battles always relied on the host’s signature weapon, which would return to its master if the host lived; some would even avenge their fallen or escape if the host perished.

None of these phenomena appeared with this sword embryo.

He did not know if the thunder continuously bombarding was aimed at the Immortal Emperor’s soul or the sword embryo itself, but both were treated equally and struck relentlessly. After being pursued and battered across several dimensions, his soul crouched atop the sword embryo.

In the countless realms traversed, relentlessly bombarded by tribulation thunder, his divine soul weakened progressively, yet this severely damaged sword embryo remained unscathed, showing no signs of further deterioration.

When it streaked into the Death Cliff, the sword embryo pierced Qin Anyu’s nearly dead thigh, its soul entering his soul sea, ultimately falling to the cliff’s base.

After entering his soul sea and enduring days of thunder strikes, the sword embryo surprisingly recognized him as its master, revealing its name: Clumsy Sword.

A clumsy body paired with a clumsy sword—there was no room for mockery now.

In the following days, he realized that due to his low realm, he could not fully control the Clumsy Sword. It only demonstrated two functions: first, its weight could be mentally adjusted, ranging from a minimum of fifty jin to a maximum of fifty thousand jin, in increments of fifty jin; second, it concealed three thunder sword intents capable of slaying Nascent Soul cultivators.

These three sword intents were the main cause of his flight through countless realms. Originally capable of killing lower gods, after countless heavenly thunder strikes, they now only killed Nascent Soul cultivators.

Curiously, the continuous thunder bombardment did not destroy his body but instead repaired his bones, gradually restoring his health. After three days, he was able to stand and walk amid the thunder.

Eventually, he discovered this secret realm, where the thunder continued to rage as if venting dissatisfaction.

“Truly a coexistence of fortune and misfortune. A clumsy body making cultivation difficult, yet the Clumsy Sword serves as a tool; encountering such trials without strength or backing, yet possessing three thunder sword intents.”

“The fact is already established; I cannot leave this body, so I shall accept everything.”

“Having a clumsy body and still becoming a god is possible; as an Immortal Emperor, I have the corresponding system—and more.”

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“The ‘good friends’ of the Immortal Realm and the factions of the Divine Realm are still waiting for me to settle accounts.”

“This life will not just be about being an Immortal Emperor; I will suppress the Divine Realm and follow the footsteps of the Ancestor to go even further.”

“During the tribulation, someone from the family guarded me, but so many ambushers came, and none from the family appeared. Could something be wrong?”

“If they targeted the Qin clan, I will wipe them out utterly in the future!”

“…Sigh, now is not the time to think about these things. Returning quickly is the rightful path.”

“After thorough retraining, the first five realms have reached a so-called pinnacle, which is a good sign. Although clumsy, he never gave up and persevered in cultivation, achieving the fifth realm at fourteen years old—this is a solid foundation.”

“This clumsy body is peculiar. No matter the path, a clumsy physique is difficult to cultivate, yet he has such a vast soul sea. If he had the appropriate resources, he could pursue soul cultivation. Strictly speaking, he is not a complete clumsy body. Though the gate seems closed, a crack remains, allowing entry.”

“During the nurturing qi period, it takes two days to retrain each of the first five realms, but the later realms cannot be so fast; at least three days each.”

“That guy swings his sword ten thousand times each day—chopping, slashing, sweeping—and squats five thousand times carrying a hundred jin. Very tough and persistent… However, before the transformation into a divine body, the clumsy physique has no other way but such clumsy methods. Even afterward, life will be harder and busier than others.”

“Now that I have the Clumsy Sword with adjustable weight, I need to adjust my cultivation methods…”

After a long period of intense pain, Qin Youqin fell asleep.

When she awoke, she felt an unprecedented vigor.

Excitedly moving her right hand, it could move naturally without any discomfort; touching and pinching it revealed no pain.

When she straightened and sat up, she almost cried out in surprise.

The surface of the water in the stone trough was covered with a layer of grayish oil.

She immediately understood why the young master had brought her a bucket of water saying, “This is for washing.”

It was for rinsing off the grime.

After rinsing, she took out clean clothes to change and drained the water from the trough, “Let’s see what the young master is doing.”

As she approached the cave entrance, she stopped.

Qin Anyu stood shirtless on a giant rock, legs in a bow stance, holding a sword in his right hand.

Sweat drenched his body, his pants soaked.

He raised the sword and chopped downward, then retracted it.

Raise, chop, retract…

After watching for a while, she stepped out of the cave and walked to the big rock.

Qin Anyu continued the repetitive movements, ignoring her arrival.

After observing the repeated motions, she quietly approached the bundle, took out a ceramic jar and some rice, washed the rice at the cliff’s flowing water, then returned to the simple stove used for cooking fish and started a fire.

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Once the fire was burning, she rested her elbows on her knees, propping her head with her hand, watching Qin Anyu repeat the chopping motion.

When the aroma of the cooking meal wafted out, Qin Anyu changed his movements: raising the sword, slicing upward in a curved arc close to his body, then retracting.

He kept repeating this motion until the meal was nearly done before stopping.

At this moment, his pants were soaked in the flowing water.

This time, he did not change his moves but calmed his breath and mind before jumping down from the rock.

“Girl, why are you just watching me like that?”

Qin Youqin stood and giggled, “Young master, you just performed that sword flick ten thousand times, didn’t you?”

Qin Anyu looked at her in surprise. “You counted?”

Not only counted, but remembered it—was it really that distinctive?

She laughed clearly, “Young master, you look so imposing when practicing swordsmanship.”

To discern even the imposing aura, quite impressive.

“Did you gain anything?”

“It’s tedious, but quite interesting. No wonder that scoundrel couldn’t withstand one chop—your basic skills are really solid.”

“What weapon do you like to use?”

“Swords! Supreme and noble, revered by gods and men alike.”

“Where did you learn all that nonsense?”

“Hehe, I saw it in books, and madam said something similar. Anyway, I don’t like broadswords—they’re too crude and clumsy.”

After rinsing off and before eating, Qin Anyu asked, “How does your bone refinement feel?”

Qin Youqin clenched her fists tightly inward, “Young master, I feel endless strength; my right hand doesn’t hurt at all—completely healed and ready to cultivate.”

Qin Anyu nodded, “There are thirteen basic sword techniques. You just saw two. There are books in the box; feel free to take a look.”

“How long will you be gone, young master?”

“Soon, the trip won’t take more than three days.”

“Oh, young master, hurry and come back quickly.”

“First, eat.”