Chapter Five: The Qi Clan's Demonic Lineage

After the middle-aged man left, Yu Qi learned through their conversation that the man's surname was Li, his name Li Changchu, and the little girl's name was Li Yuelian. Their family had lived here for decades, relying on Li Changchu’s fishing in the river to make a living. They also came to know Yu Qi’s name.

Yu Qi had initially wanted to ask them about the Yu family, but upon reflection, ordinary people would hardly know such matters. Besides, he had learned that the area he was in was called Ming County, while the Yu family resided in Cang County, far away. It was impossible for them to know news from outside the county.

Even he himself was shocked upon discovering his location, realizing he had drifted so far. If an ordinary person had been submerged in water for so long, they would have drowned long ago. Fortunately, the Yu family was renowned for their swordsmanship lineage, and Yu Qi had been training in martial arts since childhood, making his body exceptional.

After finishing lunch, Yu Qi went out to the riverbank and took out the sword hilt from his bosom.

Since obtaining the sword technique, he had never properly studied it. Now, with time at hand, he naturally wanted to practice seriously, for it was the sword art that had made his ancestor famous throughout the land.

Closing his eyes, the sword technique previously infused into his mind by the demonic sword gradually surfaced in his thoughts.

This sword technique was called "Seven Clan Demonic Seed," a name that alone carried a sinister aura.

Upon decoding it, a grand and ancient voice suddenly echoed in his mind: "Seven Clan Demonic Seed, divided into seven clans. This sword is called the Demonic Seed, formed from the gathering of myriad demonic energies. Though it appears as a sword hilt, it can be forged later. It is demonic, and those who enter its path live by drinking blood."

"So, you are called the Demonic Seed," Yu Qi mused, gazing at the sword hilt. Its dark red color and wing-like sword guard were hauntingly strange. He suddenly longed to see the sword in its complete form.

At that moment, demonic energy began to swirl around Yu Qi, though without the ancestral spirit’s blessing, the aura was far weaker than before—almost faint.

"The demon divides into seven clans; the first clan is called the Forging Heaven Clan," Yu Qi whispered inwardly.

The Forging Heaven Clan, when cultivated, plants a demonic seed in the dantian, which gathers surrounding demonic energy to form a demonic body.

Yu Qi sat cross-legged, his hands resting lightly on his knees. Following the guidance of the Forging Heaven Clan, his internal energy slowly flowed into other meridians. Meanwhile, the surrounding demonic energy gradually merged into his body, blending with his internal force.

Strangely, the internal energy guided by the Forging Heaven Clan did not flow along the meridians as usual but reversed direction, flowing backward.

It is well known that no matter what martial technique one cultivates, internal energy must flow along the meridians in a complete circuit to form a closed cycle. Reversed flow violates all principles of martial cultivation.

Others had tried this method before, but their fates were tragic—at best, their meridians shattered, leaving them crippled; at worst, they exploded from within, leaving no corpse behind.

The ends of the meridians are naturally thin; internal energy must be slowly guided from the extremities to the front to gradually condense. Reversed flow is tantamount to self-destruction.

It was like forcing a normal person, who feels full after two bowls of rice, to gulp down five bowls. The consequences were predictable.

Now, Yu Qi was in this predicament. He never expected cultivating the Seven Clan Demonic Seed would be like this. He wanted to stop, but his internal energy seemed beyond his control.

Frowning slightly, Yu Qi already felt the pain of the meridians being stretched apart. If this continued, his meridians would surely rupture.

"Damn it, stop now!" he roared inwardly. His great hatred was yet to be avenged; he could not die here. He tried to pull back his internal energy, but it had already fused with the demonic energy and refused to obey, continuing to flow toward the meridian ends.

"Bang!"

A shattering sound echoed inside his body. His first meridian had ruptured. Blood welled from his eyes. The pain of the rupture constantly assaulted his brain. Cold sweat dripped down his face, and his once rosy lips had turned pale and bloodless.

"Bang!"

The second one followed. Blood flowed from his nostrils. The violent tremors shook his entire body. His hands, once resting on his knees, clenched tightly, nails digging into flesh without his noticing—the pain was negligible compared to his meridian ruptures.

Finally, the third meridian burst. The pain was like thousands of needles stabbing his brain. He cried out in agony, spitting a spray of bright red blood. His consciousness began to blur.

Yet, there was one phenomenon he did not notice: the demonic energy surrounding his body had vanished. Inside, the three original meridians no longer existed, replaced by three black meridians formed from condensed demonic energy.

After all three meridians shattered, the internal energy fused with the demonic energy gradually converged in his dantian, slowly condensing.

Just as it was about to form, a white stream of energy suddenly surged up in the dantian, enveloping the demonic energy and blocking its condensation.

Awakening amid the lingering pain, Yu Qi swiftly examined his body. When he saw the white energy blocking the demonic energy, he was stunned.

"This white energy... is the internal force of the Whispering Sword."

The Whispering Sword was the sword technique passed down from the Yu family’s ancestor. Before obtaining the Seven Clan Demonic Seed, the Yu family practiced this sword art.

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