White String(Up In Book Next)
Chapter 17

"Are you sure this is gonna work?" Mo Fan sat cross-legged on a thin layer of ice while bare-chested. His body shivered with cold.

"It's been said whether you want it or not is up to you. If you want to give up now we are also not harmed," Ah Mei let out a cold snort.

"But I feel we should choose another method. I'm not too sure about this," Mo Fan awkwardly scratched his head.

"I'm not sure about you either. I'm not saying my methods will work. But the possibility for you to fail is not small," White String was busy painting the inscription pattern above the lake.

In the Yin-Yang Path Deviation, the meridians would be reversed. Although not literally, the Yin-Yang Path Deviation was a problem in cultivation. Especially for the soul.

White String asked Mo Fan to practice the stormy Heavenly Flame cultivation manual Yang while he painted the inscription. Yin Eve started to revolve around Mo Fan while cultivating.

Although the Yin air emitted a cold aura, Mo Fan's body slowly emitted a warmth that melted ice under his feet.

The inscription pattern also shone brightly upon coming into contact with the Yin air. The inscription wrapped around Mo Fan's body and wrapped it.

This was when White String looked to be serious. He started writing some ancient words and with a flick of a hand, ancient words slid into Mo Fan's body. White String also released several silver needles filled with Qi to help block Mo Fan's meridians.

Time passes quickly. Mo Fan's aura surged and a small explosion rang out from his body. The inscription pattern had already been perfectly absorbed and disappeared under his skin, sealing his soul.

Mo Fan was very happy that he had been able to make a breakthrough without his soul being disturbed. When he stood up, the ice layer beneath him cracked and he fell into a half-frozen pond that was extremely cold.

"Aah!"

Ah Mei just stared indifferently with no intention to help.

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In a private room of the Golden Lotus Pavilion, Mo Fan hooded a woolly blanket while sipping the bitter medicine concocted White String.

"Is not my meridian open? I shouldn't need anything else but to focus on cultivating," Mo Fan grimaced bitterly.

Ah Mei stirred her soup while frowning. "Don't be too happy. The initial step is just sealing your soul, it needs a few more steps in order to fully recover," Ah Mei snorted.

White String chose silence and focused on chewing his food. But silence brought an awkward atmosphere.

"I've put some ancient words into your dantian. As long as you understand the essence of those words, your abilities will soar and no longer require a soul seal," White String flicked his shoulders.

"But if my soul isn't sealed, I'll have trouble making a breakthrough, right?" Mo Fan was a little confused.

White String rolled his eyeballs lazily, although no one saw him because he was still wearing a hood.

When he was about to explain his reason to Mo Fan, Ah Mei preceded him, "The soul seal did help you achieve a small breakthrough. But when breaking through the Sky Swordsman level, the soul seal will also block the Primordial Spirit from escaping from your body."

Small breakthroughs are divided into early,1,2, and peak. Any small breakthrough can take a swordsman to a whole new height.

Mo Fan nodded in realization. He had not expected his soul matter to be that complex.

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The Thousand Sword Mountain

1402 First month

The sky was completely closed. Adding to the cold in the bone-chilling snowy season. The Elders were unceasingly releasing Spiritual Perception to monitor the entire area of the sect.

Yes, as long as the White String went to the Ances Mountains and Mo City there were many things that had happened. One of them was the Blood Jars that sent tens of thousands of evil spirits to the middle and small sects around its territory.

The Thousand Swords Mountain was also one of the targets of the Blood Jars. But with the sect power now, the Thousand Sword Mountain still had some losses.

One is the ever-increasing number of deaths in missions. This was because the mission became many times more difficult because sect disciples also had to avoid the attacks of evil spirits and demons.

The peak was when White String wanted to give some scrolls to Elder Bai who was guarding the library.

The ground shook and the wind blew. Like a storm accompanied by an earthquake. But strangely Yin's air was faintly noticeably more concentrated.

Thousands to tens of thousands of evil spirits floated above the mountain sky. Although they could not enter due to the inscriptions installed around the sect, there were still many sect disciples who screamed from being affected by the demonic aura that the evil spirits carried.

Just when the Elders wanted to set up the Spell Formation, a group of undead passed through the Inscription Limit and entered the dormitory territory.

The inner disciples and core disciples formed groups to eradicate the undead. Losing numbers did not relax their spirits at all.Despite the undead numbering in the thousands and the relentless and pain, the sect disciples still struggled even when they knew they were going to die.

At least they died honorably and managed to become a swordsman, they thought.

The undead army continued to suppress the Thousand Sword Mountain disciples. When a one-sided victory was almost obtained by the undead army of the Blood Jars, something shocking happened.

Hundreds or even thousands of white ropes out of nowhere pierced through the bodies of the undead and blew them up. Mysterious tendrils also emerge from the ground and protrude out to catch the evil spirits and destroy them into nothingness.

The ground shook back. But this time came some ancient trees that shaded almost the entire region of the Thousand Sword Mountain.

"Bring the wounded to treatment. Gather the survivors to take shelter under the Tree of Souls. A few Elders watched the disciples, the rest followed me against the undead horde," White String commanded with a voice that could be heard by everyone in the Thousand Sword Mountain.

Patriarch Ji could not attend because he was still in seclusion. So the entire affairs of the sect were overseen by the Elder in charge.

"Mei'er, I'm handing over the evil spirits to you," White String also commanded Ah Mei and some Tree Spirits. "Give it to me," Ah Mei excitedly swallowed the soul essence of the evil spirits she destroyed. Some other Tree Spirits also did not want to miss.

"Thousands of undead are only a small sum to me. But once in a while the sport was pretty good," White String said to himself as he set up white ropes to blow up the undead troops.

He also released needles of Qi weighing Yang to destroy them. Plus the Elders, the number of undead can be easily overcome.

Suddenly...

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