Amid the billowing black smoke, Zhou Su grit his teeth and held on.His ruthless streak rose up. The Headless General’s shadow had made him suffer so much—there was no way he’d let it slip free now.The shadow had been ink-black, but its color was growing lighter.The smoke extracted from it drifted in the air. Bathed in the black great sun’s light, the impurities within were purged, and then it turned into pure spiritual energy that poured into Zhou Su’s body.Zhou Su shivered in pleasure, an indescribable release, like suddenly biting into an ice-chilled watermelon in the blazing dog days.“Soul power… is increasing?”Zhou Su froze. This was completely unexpected. His eyes shone; he could hardly contain his delight.From the heart, he praised the Headless General’s shadow. This wasn’t some heart-demon—this was a soul-nourishing great elixir.With this “heart-demon elixir,” he could round out the second stage of Dusk Power cultivation much faster.A muffled groan of pain escaped him.While he absorbed soul power, a chaotic flood of memories surged into his mind. The overload blanked his brain, like a sledgehammer slamming into his forehead.Zhou Su could no longer maintain restraint over the shadow. It tore free of his body and dove into the ground in panic, vanishing before his eyes in a blink.The Headless General’s shadow had fled, but the discomfort in Zhou Su’s head didn’t go with it.The throbbing at his temples turned his vision black. When his sight cleared, he found he was no longer in that blood-red domain, but lying on the villa’s king bed.He looked a bit dazed. He hadn’t expected to leave the spirit sea like this.Nerves spiked. He forced himself to concentrate and feel things out. After a moment, he finally exhaled.He could still perceive the spirit sea and enter it at any time. Clearly this was “proved once, always proved.”As for whether he could still refine the “shadow elixir” after entering the blood domain again—he wasn’t worried about that.The shadow was only a sliver of the Headless General’s soul, without reason, acting purely on instinct. Even if it took a loss this time, the next time Zhou Su entered the blood domain it would stick to him like taffy all over again.Zhou Su tried to get up to wash, and found he couldn’t.All kinds of jumbled images were churning through his mind. He felt like a robot whose threads were fully occupied—only able to idle on the spot.For example, if he wanted to go to the bathroom, his body wouldn’t have moved yet when a scene of drawing and cleaving with a blade would suddenly burst into his mind—and the next ⊛ Nоvеlιght ⊛ (Read the full story) second, new memory fragments would surface.“This won’t do.”Unable to block the fragments, Zhou Su decisively changed strategies and tried to actively receive them.“Close-quarters longsaber techniques… how to brew heart–liver wine… how to pierce an enemy’s weak point quickly…”No doubt about it—these memory fragments forcibly stuffed into his head all belonged to the Headless General.Facing the chaotic fragments, Zhou Su recalled himself at work making horror props—and suddenly had an approach.He began sorting the fragments. Blade techniques in one pile, life skills in another, miscellaneous and other…Once the memories were broadly categorized, the pressure in his head instantly eased by more than half.But that was clearly a stopgap.At best it let him manage basic living; the moment he encountered a slightly complex situation, he’d be unable to handle it—let alone a Blood Moon trial.Another point was also hard to accept.Until he finished digesting the memory fragments in his head, he probably couldn’t continue refining the shadow elixir.The chance to grow stronger was right before his eyes, and he could only watch—that was torment.The Blood Moon rules were a sword of Damocles hanging overhead. He had to keep strengthening himself.“I need a way to digest these memory fragments quickly.”Zhou Su had fixed his objective for the time ahead.……Time passed. Morning of the second day arrived.Bright morning light could not enter the villa hall, blocked by heavy chenille curtains—but the hall wasn’t dim; the bright crystal chandelier was on.Zhou Su stood in the center of the hall and loosened up a little.This was one of the reasons he’d insisted on switching to a villa. In his old rental there wasn’t enough room to move at all.He reached out and gripped at the void… That was what others would see. In his vision, his hand touched the crimson book.The Tang Dao was drawn out of the crimson book, blade-gloss black as ink.Tang Dao: Ghost Hong certainly had a scabbard, but Zhou Su had left it inside the crimson book. In combat, that was undeniably convenient—no worry about misplacing a scabbard.And in certain moments, suddenly summoning out the scabbard against an enemy could have unexpected effects.Zhou Su stood quietly where he was, breathing deep again and again. Then he moved—lifting the blade from low to high; black blade-light flared.He twisted through his waist, sending power into the edge by rotation—Tang Dao, horizontal cut. He burst forward—the tip darted in a thrust…The edge sheared the air with a piercing gale-whistle.Feeling the blade-work coming to hand so naturally, Zhou Su finally truly set his mind at ease. What had happened in the spirit sea was real, not his fantasy. He truly possessed saber work beyond imagination.As he drilled, certain memory scenes in his brain suddenly activated. He halted, then shifted forms.He started slow, then gradually accelerated, until he was weaving a dense net of blades. The blade wind was razor-cold.Before, he’d only been swinging the longsaber freely on raw muscle memory. Now there was the flavor of actual “forms.”These “forms” came from the still-undigested fragments in his head—the Headless General’s saber techniques.Zhou Su’s eyes grew brighter. He had suddenly discovered that practicing saber work could speed up digestion of the memory fragments.Of course, that applied only to saber-related memories.At the last form, Zhou Su leapt. The Tang Dao swept in a ring. The blade wind spun like a windmill.The edge skated across the floor. The solid stone slab might as well have been melted butter—split clean through in one go, the cut more than ten centimeters deep.Zhou Su stood with the blade, aura sharp—but the next second he toppled, crashing flat onto the floor.Every muscle in his body spasmed; he was a breath away from foaming at the mouth.In the spirit sea, free of a physical body’s limits, of course he could throw the longsaber around at will. Back in reality, it was another matter—bone strength, muscle power, cardiac output… all had ceilings.That drill had obviously exceeded his body’s load. Only the power of lightning-thought had let him forcibly command his body to move.Once the drill ended and lightning-thought receded, the aftereffects of over-limit exertion naturally surfaced.“Looks like I still need to ramp up physical training.”Zhou Su still had a long road before he could become a true saber expert.“Time to pay damages,” Zhou Su groaned on the cold floor, staring at the split marble and mourning inside.But his mood was better than ever.Yes, Tang Dao: Ghost Hong was razor-sharp—but being able to cut custom stone slab like that still spoke to the force of that stroke.If such rock could be cleaved, what about a human target? He’d likely shear clean through, bone and all.Even against ghosts, with Soul Devour, Tang Dao: Ghost Hong could directly injure a ghost’s source.Zhou Su’s strength had already made a qualitative leap.

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