The God of Cataka

10

"I'm the one who chose you and blessed you to lead humanity into a new era, remember?" The mysterious figure reminded Shen Zhu.

"Hmh!" Shen Zhu nodded confidently.

"Now that you're connected to the inheritance room, you can get in and out of this room at will."

"inheritance room?" Shen Zhu did not understand.

"This is the dimensional space in the gem that is on your sword, or your ring now. It's called the inheritance room because only the person who inherits the blood of the Master can enter here." the figure told.

"Blood Master?" Shen Zhu asked again.

"A drop of your blood is equivalent to Master's Stamp."

"Sir who?"

"Of course the original owner of this sword," the mysterious figure replied slightly irritated.

"I understand," said Shen Zhu half-murmuring. Then bow and frown. Think hard.

Shen Zhu unknowingly had the jewel on his sword splashed with his blood before he fell unconscious. That's what connects it to this legacy space. Because only with a new splash of blood could it be proved whether he inherited the blood of the original owner of this sword.

In other words, the owner of this rusty sword was actually the ancestor of Shen Zhu.

"Look at all these manuals" he floated his hand, which was only smoke, toward the row of shelves filled with thick books. "All the teachings of all martial arts are here. You have to learn it stage by stage."

"Imust be!" exchange Shen Zhu. "Each student can only study with one person, or I will not be recognized. How can I learn everything?"

"Confessed?" The mysterious figure who claimed to be the sword spirit laughed. "You think.. If you can sweep a continent in just one slash of a sword, do you still need a confession?"

Shen Zhu blinked and gasped.

"A god doesn't need a confession" said the mysterious figure. "Man needs god's recognition. Without the recognition of gods, man can do nothing. The gift of talent, the gift of knowledge, spiritual power, all come from gods."

Shen Zhu nodded in understanding. But I really don't believe it.

"After all, you collected all the manual yourself." The figure added.

"Me?" Shen Zhu squealed in surprise as he pointed at his own nose.

"Forget it!" The figure flicked his hand. "You didn't realize it. Now, try to point your hand to the side, apply a little deep energy to your palm and imagine that you are wielding your sword!" instructions later.

Shen Zhu still looked doubtful, but then swung his hand to the side, and instantly the rusty sword was within his grasp. "Whoa—" pekikanya amazed.

"Now do the opposite," the figure's instruction again. "Imagine you're sheathing it."

Shen Zhu followed him and instantly the sword disappeared back.

"Next, you don't have to carry a sword anywhere. Just put on that ring." The figure advised.

"All right!" Shen Zhu bowed towards the figure while linking his hands in front of his face. "Thank you!"

"Don't bend!" sergeant that figure. "Because I'm the one who's supposed to bend." Then the figure bowed. "Master," respectfully then. "Now go, this is the last time you will see me. If you see me again, it means you're dead!"

"What?" Shen Zhu stammered.

"I'm just a spirit" said the figure again. "Only spirits can see spirits!"

Then suddenly the figure spun around and turned back into a rolling smoke.

Shen Zhu was swept away by the dark vortex.

Senior disciples Bao Yu froze, staring at the body of Shen Zhu who was sitting slumped at the foot of the cliff without blinking. Don't even remember breathing. The entire color was drained from their faces.

Bao Yu gulped and gasped. Quietly worried half dead. Is he really dead? thought. He can't die this easily, right?

"Sister!" one of his students hissed with a choking voice.

A moment later, they had all rushed towards Shen Zhu and scrambled to scoop up his body.

Bao Yu's eyes glazed over. His heart feels sliced. Suddenly feeling so sad.

Did I handle it wrong?

Or misinterpreted Jyang Yue's words?

The senior disciples carried Shen Zhu to a more spacious place, laying Shen Zhu on the grass.

His face looks pale and cold.

Completely dead, Inner Bao Yu was struck. "Shen Zhu," he hissed as he approached the crowd, then crouched down and snatched Shen Zhu's wrist to check his pulse.

The other students blinked and exchanged glances. They don't understand what their teachers think.

He was so cruel a moment ago, they thought.

A moment later he looked so anxious.

So sad.

His students were doubtful.

"Hurry now!" bao Yu's insistence was half rebuking.

His students flinched and two of them immediately held onto Shen Zhu.

Bao Yu sat cross-legged behind the boy, moving her palms and fingers in front of his chest, and, trying to concentrate the spiritual energy into his palm to create a recovery manna and channel it into Shen Zhu's body through his back.

A bluish-white ball of light better known in manna terms was created in his palm. But then it suddenly evaporated leaving a puff of black-colored smoke.

Bao Yu screeched restrainedly. Brow wrinkled. His eyes squinted.

His students screamed.

All over Bao Yu's body emitted a thin, dark-colored smoke through her skin pores.

What the hell's going on? bao Yu thought.

Suddenly everyone was experiencing the same thing.

The disciples of Bao Yu gasped to check on each of them.

Everyone was smoking a dark smoke.

The dark smoke gradually crept into the tendrils which then seeped into Shen Zhu's body.

"What's going on?" everyone's squealing is huffing.

Shen Zhu's body suddenly lifted to its feet. But his head was still bowed limp and with both shoulders hanging limply on his side. Both hands are down.

Shen Zhu is unconscious!

But his body suddenly stood up and both of his legs were floating above the ground level. Like the one who was hanged.

Everyone stared at him with a mixture of astonishment and horror.

Shen Zhu's body floated even higher.

Mist tendrils came from various directions, the longer the more. Then it's getting faster.

The atmosphere turned cloudy. The sky suddenly turned dark.

Everyone in various places was flabbergasted to see the phenomenon. Then screech at others, and observe himself. Everyone, in the various corners of the place, emitted black smoke, then simultaneously the black smoke spread to a single equal point-Shen Zhu.

Bao Yu bowed observing both of her hands with round eyes and mouth. Suddenly felt all the dirt sucked out of his body. All the obstacles seemed to be breaking down at each point of his nerves.

What exactly is going on? Bao Yu wondered in her heart.

He absorbed all the dark aura!

Bao Yu could feel his old illness heal in an instant. Secret diseases that the sect hid. Bottleneck who made him excommunicated for not being able to break through the levels.

Now he can feel it. I broke through! inner amazement.

"Look!" His students exclaimed in astonishment.

The wounds all over their bodies that were obtained when they were slammed due to Bao Yu's leg suddenly healed and disappeared instantly.

The sword sect college at the foot of the hill was rumbled by a shriek of astonishment.

Everyone feels the same.

All the impurities in the body, all the blockages, seem to evaporate magically. But they don't know what's going on.

Just looking at the darkness towards a single point on the mountain peak.

The owner of the college looked up at the mysterious darkness that attracted all the patients.

What's up on the hill? thought. He ordered some people to look at it.

A number of the best senior disciples flew to the top of that hill.

Shen Zhu's body was still unconscious. Floating high in the middle of the rumbling dark mist vortex.

Then when the mist tendrils hit him simultaneously, Shen Zhu's body trembled and stiffened then stomped.

The next instant, a shrill scream of pain shrill from his mouth. Throwing all over the place like a thunderous roar.

Along with that…

YOAAARRRR!

Colorful light blasts out from his body like an aurora.

The sky suddenly returned bright. Much brighter than before. The whole place around him looks like a jewel.