Volume One: The Miscellaneous Duties of Changshui County Chapter 109: The Frostborn Blade
There are two speed-based divine skills that are extremely similar: one is "Distance as Near as an Inch," and the other is "Shrinking the Land to Inches."
Both of these divine skills operate at incredible speeds and appear quite alike at first glance.
In reality, their mechanisms are opposite. "Shrinking the Land to Inches" shortens the distance itself; when cultivated to perfection, a single step can traverse thousands of mountains and rivers.
On the other hand, "Distance as Near as an Inch" enhances one’s own speed to the utmost limit. The distance remains the same, but once perfected, the surroundings change in the blink of an eye, and by the time the foot lands again, one has already appeared hundreds of miles away.
This divine skill requires the full strength of the body to be called upon. In the mind of Lu Jiuzhang, the Kui Xing Tower also made corrections to this skill.
After about half an incense stick’s time, Lu Jiuzhang opened his deep, bottomless eyes.
Silently reciting the divine skill’s incantation and mobilizing his own strength, Lu Jiuzhang took a step and instantly appeared a hundred meters away.
Since it was his initial practice, he was still not very proficient.
After using the skill, Lu Jiuzhang noticed that about one-tenth of his spiritual energy had been consumed.
If a ninth-grade martial artist were to use this skill, their spiritual energy would likely be depleted in the blink of an eye.
The operation of the divine skill was still somewhat obscure, and Lu Jiuzhang kept experimenting.
Fortunately, the space inside the ancient tower was infinite. Although it looked like an arena, no matter how far Lu Jiuzhang traveled, he remained within its bounds.
As Lu Jiuzhang advanced, the arena expanded continuously.
This was the aura of the formation—the vast space folded together.
On his tenth practice of "Distance as Near as an Inch," Lu Jiuzhang’s step covered nearly five hundred meters.
According to classification rules, stepping out a thousand meters at once signals entry-level proficiency.
Ten miles is considered skilled (intermediate), a hundred miles is mastery (advanced), and a thousand miles is peerless perfection (profound mastery).
Changxian County spans roughly two hundred miles east to west; at mastery level, two steps could carry one beyond the entire county.
Of course, reaching mastery requires an immense supply of spiritual energy.
Lu Jiuzhang’s ability to reach entry-level owed much to absorbing more than twenty vials of Dao Liquid, saving him several years of arduous training.
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The final reward was the Frost Heaven Blade, a sword.
The blade was entirely black. When Lu Jiuzhang lifted the Frost Heaven Blade, the hilt felt chilling to the touch, somewhat eerie.
With the Frost Heaven Blade in his left hand and the standard-issue sword of the Demon-Slaying Division in his right, Lu Jiuzhang struck the latter.
A crisp sound rang out, like a blade cutting through tofu; the Demon-Slaying Division’s sword snapped cleanly in two.
This standard sword was not the one previously wielded by his elder brother Lu Huaigu, but a new model issued after Lu Jiuzhang became a Demon-Slaying Guard, far sharper than those used by lower-ranked personnel.
Yet even such a sharp sword was no match for the Frost Heaven Blade.
“Ding... Has the trial participant stepped into the twenty-first level?”
A voice echoed within the ancient tower.
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Since he had absorbed the Dao Liquid and recovered, Lu Jiuzhang felt it best to press on and clear the trial quickly.
“Ding, due to the trial participant being a ninth-grade martial artist, the difficulty of the twenty-first level has been reduced.”
The ancient tower gave this prompt and then fell silent.
In the next moment, Lu Jiuzhang found himself in a vast, boundless space.
Above, the scorching sun blazed; below, the ground was littered with corpses, broken swords and blades embedded in the earth—a scene of carnage and blood.
Not far off was a gorge emitting black smoke.
The gorge was rent asunder by a fierce gale, as if cleaved by a single blade.
“Trial participant, please contemplate this place and create your own martial technique, divine skill, or cultivation method,” the mechanical voice of the ancient tower instructed. “Your level will be determined based on the grade of your martial technique or divine skill.”
“Note: Only by reaching level twenty-five or higher will there be rewards. Only at level thirty can you clear this trial.”
Finally, Lu Jiuzhang was relieved not to be fighting puppet-masked foes anymore.
But the requirement to create a technique left him puzzled.
He had studied many techniques recently, but to create one himself was quite a challenge.
Wasn’t this asking too much?
Countless divine skills and lingering martial echoes remained from the battlefield.
All who had fought here were formidable warriors, their techniques and divine skills formidable as well.
The broken weapons radiated killing intent!
The great gorge had been sliced open by a single blade, and the entire ravine was suffused with the aura of blade qi.
That single strike was extraordinary and earth-shattering. No one knew which mighty figure had left it behind, or if it was some illusion conjured by the ancient tower.
Lu Jiuzhang pondered for a moment: if he must create something, it should be a blade technique.
After all, among the remnants here, blade techniques predominated.
But Lu Jiuzhang did not know blade techniques.
Wait, he didn’t know them himself, but someone else did!
Suddenly, he recalled the Demon-Slaying Blade Technique he used. This martial art was created by the first commander of the Demon-Slaying Division, a top-tier second-grade martial artist and one of the founding generals of the Great Zhou Dynasty’s first emperor, who had won countless lands for the empire.
His name carried great renown even now.
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