After the sword body receives the ownerless soul, the next step is arduous cultivation.

Where there is a spirit, there must be flesh. To condense a sword embryo, it must rely on the sword spirit within the sword body and the master's essence blood.

The amount of sword spirit depends on the grade of the immortal sword.

Leng Qingqiu's Ruthless Sword was a good sword, but after it broke, it was completely destroyed. She now uses a relatively ordinary immortal sword,

and the quality of this immortal sword is not as good as the Ruthless Sword, so the sword spirit within is relatively less. Therefore, condensating the sword embryo requires more of the master's essence blood.

Wang Xiaoqiang's Penglai Immortal Sword is an exceptionally good sword, with a higher grade than the immortal sword Leng Qingqiu currently uses. The sword spirit within is more plentiful, so he expends somewhat less essence blood when cultivating sword spirit.

Both of them are cultivation maniacs, and once they start cultivating, their passion becomes uncontrollable and irretrievable. They both bit their index fingers and dripped essence blood onto their respective immortal swords.

As the crimson blood dripped onto the sword body, the ownerless soul within the sword body swiftly swam over like a fish to absorb the essence blood, causing the sword body to heat up, shine, and vibrate, creating an exceedingly strange phenomenon.

"That's enough, Qingqiu, this is too harmful to the body." Wang Xiaoqiang reprimanded her as he saw Leng Qingqiu continuously dripping blood onto the immortal sword. "No sword spirit is more important than one's body. Besides, I hope you can conceive our child soon."

Leng Qingqiu continued to drip blood, saying, "Pregnancy is really nothing to me, it doesn't affect cultivation,"

"Even so, I won't allow you to be in any danger." Wang Xiaoqiang solemnly grabbed Leng Qingqiu's hand.

Seeing how much Wang Xiaoqiang cared for her, Leng Qingqiu felt a warmth in her heart and obediently nodded, "Alright, I'll listen to you."

"Qingqiu, you must know that all cultivation requires a gradual approach. Being greedy for success and advancing rashly can lead to adverse effects." Wang Xiaoqiang embraced Leng Qingqiu, replenishing her with some spiritual energy.

...

As expected, the Demon Sound Wall was drifting boundlessly in the territory of the Yue Kingdom. The seductive power formed by the licentious and obscene content within the Demon Sound Wall was irresistible even to cultivators of the Immortal Emperor Stage, let alone ordinary mortals.

Therefore, wherever the Demon Sound Wall went, it bewitched the local people of the Yue Kingdom into a near-death ecstasy, leading to scene after scene of moral depravity being enacted.

This "Demon Sound Wall" affected both genders indiscriminately, and no one could resist it unless they had an extraordinarily strong will.

Tianyun Temple sent out over 30,000 monks, dispersing them into several hundreds of groups to search for the Demon Sound Wall,

Finally, three days later, at dusk, in a bustling city, one group of monks discovered the Demon Sound Wall.

At the time, the Demon Sound Wall was suspended over a totem pole in the city square, displaying obscene scenes like a giant rear-projection TV, attracting large crowds. As a result, tens of thousands of men and women, under its huge seductive power, were entranced and bewildered, unable to differentiate between young and old, male and female, engaging shamelessly.

The monks from Tianyun Temple, upon seeing this scene, felt their blood boiling, their minds and spirits trembling, and all lowered their heads, closing their eyes while loudly chanting Buddha's name. They then used all their strength to try to subdue the Demon Sound Wall, but not only did they fail to subdue the demonic entity, they almost got bewildered, leaving no choice but to use a Communication Talisman to summon Master Yunjian.

Upon receiving the message, Master Yunjian hurried over. As the White Moon Robe supported his body to descend over the city square, Yunjian looked down and witnessed the erotic and wanton scene playing out in the square. Listening to the ubiquitous vulgar laughter and moans, his face showed a grave expression. He pressed his hands together, sighed mournfully, and said, "Amitabha, what a monstrous sin, what a monstrous sin!"

After saying this, he raised his hand towards the Demon Sound Wall, and instantly, the White Moon Robe beneath him flew out, expanding with the wind into a curtain that covered a 50-meter area, rolling towards the Demon Sound Wall.

The Demon Sound Wall, sensing something, shrank suddenly before the robe could enshroud it, transforming to the size of a mahjong tile, spinning rapidly, slipping past the enormous White Moon Robe and rushing like a meteor towards Yunjian.

Yunjian's face turned grave, he chanted Buddha's name, shook the Vajra Demon-Subduing Pestle in his hand, and suddenly, beams of golden light shot towards the mahjong-sized Demon Sound Wall.

A plume of dark demonic qi emerged from the Demon Sound Wall, immensely thick, enveloping it, fearlessly charging straight at Yunjian. Just as it was about to reach him, it suddenly expanded thunderously, transforming from a mahjong-sized crystal into a rear-projection TV-sized crystal wall. The wall displayed a woman's naked body, along with seductive moans and wild laughter, presenting an indescribably lascivious and vulgar scene.

Yunjian's eyes widened abruptly, it was as if he saw the Demon of the Nine Nether, as if he heard the devil's call. Abruptly, he shut his eyes tightly, his face showing the pain and agony of struggle, then he swiftly turned around, fleeing towards the distant sky while shouting, "Retreat, retreat to the Tianyun Poem."

The Demon Sound Wall was relentless, continuing to chase after Yunjian.

Yunjian completely underestimated the seductive power of the Demon Sound Wall, or rather, he overestimated his own willpower,

Thinking he could resist its charm, he was wrong. When he saw the men and women's naked bodies within the crystal wall, heard the lustful laughter, his mind exploded, the raging blood within nearly bursting his body apart.

Being a high monk, he had long seen through life and death, unafraid of death. What he feared was being enchanted like the crowds in the square, doing disgraceful acts that violated moral norms. Furthermore, he was the abbot of Tianyun Temple, a renowned Immortal Buddha master, a leader in the Buddhist Cultivation World, whose reputation extended beyond the Yue Kingdom, prestigious across the entire Immortal Realm.

So, he was afraid, and he fled.

He thought to subdue the Demon Sound Wall, he needed to unite with the other three great Immortal Buddhas, or, activate the Great Blood Curtain Formation at Tianyun Temple. Otherwise, it was absolutely impossible.

Chased by the Demon Sound Wall, Yunjian fled towards Tianyun Temple, as the day turned to night.

With the ringing of the evening bells, Tianyun Temple gradually sank into the deepening dusk, only the top of the Reincarnation Tower at its center still radiated a red glow. As night set in, that glow became increasingly prominent, transitioning from red, through orange, yellow, green, blue, to violet, exhibiting a stunning seven-color transformation, exquisitely beautiful.

Although the Seven Emotions and Six Desires are grave precepts in Buddhism, at this time, all the monks in the temple claimed to be indifferent to all desires yet couldn't help but turn their gaze towards this beautiful sight. Even the female cultivators from the nearby Saintess' Nunnery would stop their activities, step outside, and raise their heads to admire the charming scenery at the tower's tip.

Watching for a prolonged period, those pairs of dead water-like eyes would ripple with slight waves.

Due to its ancient age, the Reincarnation Tower is ancient and dark, decrepit and dilapidated. Normally, only the cleaning staff and the Tower Guardian Monks go in and out here.

The top level of the tower has always been classified as a forbidden area, even the abbot is not allowed to enter. Thus, concerning the beautiful seven-color light atop the tower, everyone knows very little, commonly rumored that there is a Seven-Color Night Pearl placed at the tower's tip, which emits light at night.

The evening breeze blew, and a woman's silhouette, like a ghost, appeared before the gates of Tianyun Temple.

The woman, clad in black, wore a wide-brimmed hat with a veil hanging low to obscure her face, holding a black clay pot in her jade-like hand.

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