After I Became a Divine Monarch, the Sect Wants Me to Marry In-Chapter 264 - 222: Are You Still Chopping Bamboo, or Have You Stopped Loving Me?

Chapter 264: Chapter 222: Are You Still Chopping Bamboo, or Have You Stopped Loving Me?

Sword Immortal Bamboo Forest.

Gu An continued logging, feeling as if the axe in his hand weighed as much as a mountain.

Not only did it weigh like a mountain, but even the axe felt so.

Additionally, although the Sword Intent within his body had been shattered, countless intents remained stored within him.

If he used a sword or a blade, he could harness them.

Their power greatly increased.

But if left unchecked, they might also cause great harm to his body.

*Gu An had already mastered the Qi Breathing Chapter, so he naturally sensed changes within his body.*

*But there was nothing he could do.*

*The only thing he could do was continue to enhance his cultivation.*

His magic had been strengthened.

The threat from the Blood Demon Divine Monarch residing nearby had slightly diminished.

His ability to escape danger had also improved.

His cultivation had advanced to Mid-stage Nascent Soul.

This trip to the secret realm was indeed a wise choice.

He now had twenty thousand Spirit Stones.

*If there was no side effect, he felt uneasy.*

Under such pressure, Gu An felt he had entered a pure state.

A state of pure logging, facing pure Sword Intent.

He saw the mentality of Sword Intent, the feeling of wielding a sword.

*Unfortunately, he had no understanding of swords.*

*Even with such focus, he was unable to truly grasp anything.*

*It wasn’t due to stupidity, but because his heart wasn’t there.*

Logging was his primary concern.

Like a glass of water, often unnoticed, but when trapped in a desert,

this water could light up everyone’s eyes.

At that moment, not even the most valuable money would garner much attention.

Such was the case with Gu An.

He neither knew the rarity of this Sword Intent nor longed for it.

Because it did not belong to him.

He didn’t need it.

He had a clear goal, which was logging.

Focusing too much on other things could lead to greed.

*Wouldn’t it be like picking up sesame seeds and losing watermelon?*

Ten bamboo trees a day.

The magic increased by five or six points a day.

At such a speed, it would take about ten days to fill it up.

But before the magic was full, hard cultivation was.

However, the progress was slower than expected.

Gu An felt his pressure increasing every day.

Ten days later.

Hard cultivation was not yet complete, and the magic was still lacking.

The door had long since opened, but Gu An, fully immersed in logging, hadn’t noticed it at all.

His heart was always focused on logging.

As long as no danger appeared, nothing would disrupt his logging.

In mid-June.

Gu An stopped his axe.

He felt as though his body would collapse.

Fortunately, hard cultivation was now full.

He could finally rest.

It was surprising that Wei Wen hadn’t come by in so long.

Brother Luu Ping and the others hadn’t appeared either, which was unexpected.

He wondered how they were doing.

But during his rest, Gu An noticed the door.

Sword Intent manifested within, but no bamboo.

Entering might align him with the Sword Immortal’s fate, but when he could leave remained uncertain.

Continuing to chop bamboo or entering for the opportunity.

Two paths lay before him.

*Gu An paused in silence, choosing to ignore it.*

"What opportunity could possibly enhance his magic, elevate his cultivation?"

*There wasn’t one.*

If he stayed for just another month, he might achieve Primordial Spirit Perfection.

Even if not perfected, he would be close.

The magic could improve at least twice more.

*Even if it was the Sword Immortal’s legacy inside, it couldn’t rapidly elevate him.*

*It wasn’t meaningful.*

He left it for those destined to find it.

Gu An averted his gaze, and the door remained silent.

It seemed to close sulkily as if trying to force a decision from the one who opened it.

But as it closed halfway, it realized the opener hadn’t even glanced that way.

Silently, it opened again.

Golden light began to shine.

This time, Gu An raised his brow to look, noticing the golden light.

"It looked somewhat extraordinary."

Gu An contemplated the door before him, pondering in his heart.

*It didn’t seem right.*

"It wasn’t here before, and now it is. Isn’t that a trap?" frёewebηovel.cѳm

*What kind of person was the Sword Immortal?*

*Gu An didn’t know, but certainly, they were entities who lived through ages.*

Their experience and intellect couldn’t be compared to a newcomer like himself.

Appearing suddenly and emitting golden light.

*Wasn’t it meant to lure people in?*

*Conducting unspeakable secrets?*

*Thus, Gu An was further determined to continue logging.*

*He deserved only the opportunities within his understanding.*

*The Sword Immortal’s kind of fate was beyond his understanding, not within his needs.*

*He would not get involved.*

After resting well, Gu An returned to the cave to begin extracting hard cultivation.

Soon he felt he was in a dream.

In the dream, he immersed himself in cultivation, wholeheartedly comprehending the Innate Longevity Technique.

Day after day, year after year.

Decades later, he felt his body had reached its limit.

Then he began to break through the bottleneck.

*But during the breakthrough, the cultivation technique was no longer stable, lacking the usual inner calm and indifference.*

*Irritation and defiance arose.*

Heart Demons began to grow.

*It felt as if he shouldn’t fail.*

Eventually, Heart Demons invaded the Primordial Spirit.

Not only did the advancement fail, but his Primordial Spirit also withered.

His cultivation regressed to Primordial Spirit Early Stage.

In the dream, Gu An felt despair.

He began to give up.

Year after year, thirty years flew by.

Today, after decades of desolation, Gu An saw a dead tree coming back to life, witnessed weeds flourishing in desperation.

*With newfound assurance, he began to cultivate anew.*

In ten years, the Primordial Spirit gradually recovered.

In thirty years, it fully recovered.

In fifty years, he began to break through to Mid-stage Nascent Soul.

That same year, he returned to Mid-stage Nascent Soul.

He continued diligent cultivation without distraction.

*Morning absorbed innate energy, evening watched the years pass.*

Fifty years later, he reached his peak again, starting to break through to Late-stage Primordial Spirit.

*Time flowed like a river, never to return, longevity like walking along a riverbank, with the years by his side.*

This time, his Primordial Spirit seemed solid, gaining a skeletal form.