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　　The three million pure sword intents had now completely replaced Chen Xia's sea of consciousness and turned it into a sea of swords forged by sword intents.

　　The images of the three million flying swords were like fish swimming in this sea of swords.

　　And fish came in different sizes.

　　The more powerful flying swords were the big fish among them.

　　Chen Xia had gone to the Heavenly Pavilion to look up the classification of flying swords. Generally speaking, they were divided into four levels.

　　Spiritual Swords, Dao Swords, Semi-Immortal Swords, and Immortal Swords.

　　Most of the magic weapons in the world also fell into these four levels. The meaning was as easy to understand as their names. A Spiritual Sword was a flying sword with spiritual intelligence. It wasn't common, but it wasn't extremely rare either.

　　A sword cultivator at the Mountain-Moving Realm would usually have a Spiritual Sword by his side. Of course, if it was a prodigy from a big family or something like that, he might possess a Dao Sword instead.

　　It varied from person to person, mainly depending on one's aptitude.

　　Some prodigy sword cultivators were born with pure sword intents, so they could even attract Spiritual Swords to recognize them as their masters on their own.

　　The book that Chen Xia had consulted also recorded such a passage. Throughout history, even the most outstanding sword cultivator prodigies had only managed to attract Dao Swords to recognize them as masters.

　　As for Semi-Immortal Swords, they wouldn't take the initiative to recognize a master. Because once it had the word "Immortal" in it, it would be a bit haughty. You had to go and invite it yourself.

　　Moreover, almost every Semi-Immortal Sword in the world was recorded in the annals and was quite famous. If you could make a Semi-Immortal Sword recognize you as its master, then your talent would at least be at the level of a Quasi-Sage.

　　As for Immortal Swords, they were too illusory. There were only thirty-six Immortal Swords recorded in the book, scattered throughout the Great Heavens. Each of these flying swords had once followed a Great Emperor in battles.

　　It could be said that each Immortal Sword was the most powerful existence in terms of combat in the world, far superior to other immortal weapons.

　　The book used such a metaphor.

　　If Semi-Immortal Weapons were like peerless beauties, then Immortal Weapons were like peerless beauties in uniforms.

　　They were extremely rare.

　　Chen Xia frowned slightly, thinking that this book wasn't very serious, and then continued to turn the pages.

　　Next, it talked about the specific division of the killing power of flying swords. A Spiritual Sword had the power to split mountains and cut off seas. A Dao Sword had the power to split continents. A Semi-Immortal Sword had the power to destroy the world.

　　However, the "destroying the world" here was specifically explained. It meant destroying a small world.

　　In Chen Xia's understanding, it should be equivalent to the power to destroy a planet.

　　The power of an Immortal Sword wasn't clearly recorded. There was only one sentence that said an Immortal Sword should be paired with a Great Emperor. And there was a special annotation at the back.

　　[If you're really curious, you can go and take a sword strike yourself. There is a Great Emperor with an Immortal Sword in the Boundary Region.]

　　The more Chen Xia read this book, the more he felt it wasn't serious. He flipped the pages back to look at the title that he had overlooked just now.

　　"Sword Cultivation: From the Beginning to the End" —by Wang Yangzi.

　　Sure enough, it wasn't very serious.

　　Chen Xia put the book at the bottom of the bookshelf in the Heavenly Pavilion, thinking that it would be better if this kind of secret manual didn't come out casually.

　　After understanding the general levels of flying swords, he could also start to classify the three million flying swords within his body.

　　This was a very time-consuming and meticulous task. Fortunately, what Chen Xia had the most was time. He examined them one by one.

　　Among them, there were two million five hundred thousand flying swords that didn't have a rank and were just considered in the category of ordinary magic weapons.

　　There were four hundred and eighty thousand Spiritual Swords.

　　There were nineteen thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine Dao Swords.

　　There was only one Semi-Immortal Sword.

　　It was the greenish-bronze sword used by the sword attendant.

　　Generally, a sword cultivator would possess one or two flying swords. A few sword cultivators with outstanding talents could have more than three natal flying swords.

　　The most exaggerated sword cultivator in historical records was a Great Sage who could control ten thousand swords alone and could compete with a Quasi-Emperor.

　　Chen Xia nodded. Judging from this, he wasn't really that exaggerated. He just had three hundred times more than this Great Sage.

　　It was okay.

　　Chen Xia wasn't a sword cultivator, so although he had three million pure sword intents within his body, he didn't know how to use them. He just simply crushed others with sword intents.

　　There was no skill at all, just relying on brute force.

　　If he could use sword qi and sword techniques later, the power of these three million flying swords would increase several times, truly unprecedented and unrivaled in the future.

　　Unfortunately, Chen Xia didn't know how to do it, but he could learn slowly. He had the time.

　　When it came to sword techniques, it mostly depended on talent and comprehension. Prodigy sword cultivator seedlings would hold swords since birth, and their sword techniques were naturally not bad.

　　Chen Xia didn't know if he had the aptitude for sword cultivation, but he had luck, and that was enough.

　　No matter how outstanding the aptitude was, it couldn't compare to good luck.

　　Because luck was the ultimate mystery.

　　He was now sitting in his own cave, constantly nourishing the sword intents, and also cultivating his cultivation techniques and carving Dao seals by the way.

　　The Dao seal of the Reincarnation Desperate Realm could still be optimized. Chen Xia decided to add some dazzling light effects and particle effects to it because it would be really cool.

　　The big yellow dog would come to visit Chen Xia every few days and would bring some medicinal soups that it had made by itself.

　　"This medicinal soup can replenish qi and blood."

　　The big yellow dog grinned, took out the medicinal soup, placed it in front of Chen Xia, and gestured for him to drink it.

　　From the perspective of an onlooker, Chen Xia's current state wasn't really good.

　　His pale complexion had persisted for two years and hadn't improved yet. Moreover, when he moved, he swayed a little, like a seriously ill person.

　　Chi Yu had taken time to go back to his own ethnic group, saying that he would bring some precious medicines for Chen Xia.

　　The big yellow dog would bring some medicinal soups that could nourish qi and blood for Chen Xia every few days.

　　This was indeed somewhat useful to Chen Xia, but it also made Chen Xia curiously ask.

　　"Where did you get these medicinal materials?"

　　The big yellow dog grinned, waved its hand, and said, "I picked them from Elder Lei's medicine garden. Elder Lei has a good temper. When ordinary disciples are sick, they can take a few plants. It doesn't count as stealing. He mainly takes care of wild monsters."

　　Chen Xia frowned. He always felt that this way of speaking was a bit familiar.

　　He knew about this Elder Lei. He had heard other preparatory disciples talk about him and tell various deeds about him. It could be summed up in one sentence.

　　He was a good person.

　　Chen Xia didn't pay much attention to it. He drank the medicinal soup to replenish the qi and blood in his body. With a slightly furrowed brow, he said one more thing to the big yellow dog.

　　"If you're going to pick medicinal materials in the future, you'd better pay for them. Otherwise, it's not good to always freeload."

　　The big yellow dog scratched its butt and said, "I don't have any money."

　　Chen Xia nodded. He didn't have any money either.

　　The Azure Sky Sword Sea wouldn't give salaries to preparatory disciples.

　　So for the time being, they could only freeload.

　　Chen Xia planned to do some business to make money after he had completely nourished the sword intents. At least he had to pay back the money for Elder Lei's medicinal materials.

　　He definitely couldn't freeload from a good person.

　　Otherwise, if everyone freeloaded, there would be no good people left in the world.

　　The big yellow dog stood aside, pulled up its underpants, and suddenly had a proposal.

　　"Why don't I sell the clothes I've collected?"

　　Chen Xia carefully looked at it twice and said, "Who would buy your clothes?"

　　As long as a person was normal, they wouldn't buy the clothes that the big yellow dog had worn, right?

　　What was the point?

　　Doggy-smelling underpants?

　　The big yellow dog shook its head and explained, "I've collected a lot of female cultivators' clothes in the sect, and there are quite a few underwear among them. I think someone should want to buy them, right?"

　　"Definitely not." Chen Xia shook his head. "You should burn these clothes quickly."

　　"Why?" The big yellow dog was a bit puzzled. With a solemn expression, it waved its paws and said, "I've worked so hard to steal them one by one."

　　From its tone, it seemed that it thought it had been really hard.

　　Chen Xia patted its dog head and sighed.

　　"Then be careful in your next life."