Taichu Yandao: Starting from the Villain

At the summer solstice, the sun is so bright that it makes people feel like a burning flame when it shines on them.

Although Lu Xuan woke up, he knew his situation and it wouldn't be long before he would completely turn into a zombie.

Lu Xuan had already let it go, but he still felt uneasy about leaving Zhao Rui alone on this isolated island.

In the remaining time, he taught Zhao Rui everything he had learned in his life, and required him to memorize the things he could not understand for the time being.

Three months passed in a flash.

On this day, dark clouds covered the sky, lightning and thunder flashed, and soon hail began to fall. Everything was exactly the same as when Master Lu Xuan and his disciples first arrived on the island.

After Lu Xuan woke up, he guessed that the weather on this island was weird, with three months of summer and three months of winter.

This situation usually occurs in some independent spaces, but for some reason it appeared on this small overseas island.

Lu Xuan shook his head and didn't want to delve into it any further. He had more important things to do right now.

"Do you want to learn the art of flying sword?" Lu Xuan asked.

Zhao Rui stared at the sky, feeling ominous, but still said, "Okay! Master, please teach me quickly."

During these days, Lu Xuan forced him to memorize many formulas. His head hurt from memorizing them, but in order not to make his master sad, he tried very hard every time.

"Okay, since I started practicing, my best skill is swordsmanship. I will teach it to you today." Lu Xuan raised his sword finger and pressed it on the acupoints in the body to release all the seals.

His whole body shook, and all the ice on the surface of his body dissipated, and his dark blue face returned to its previous appearance.

Robed in fluttering white clothes, he is still the swordsman he used to be. However, all this is just his final struggle, and this elegance will not last long.

Lu Xuan lightly hooked his sword finger, and the flying sword behind him slowly flew out.

"Old friend, I'll leave my apprenticeship to you." Lu Xuan held the hilt of the sword with his right hand and wiped the flying sword with his left hand to remove all restrictions.

Then, he handed the flying sword to Zhao Rui and said, "Use your magic power to penetrate this sword."

Zhao Rui held the flying sword with both hands and tried to communicate with it using his magic power, but the flying sword did not respond at all.

"Feel the magic power and sword intent well." Lu Xuan stretched out a hand and placed it on Zhao Rui's back.

A powerful magical power surged into Zhao Rui's body, traveled through his meridians, and then went straight to the flying sword.

Zhao Rui's eyes were blurred, as if he was standing in front of a high mountain, with a path going straight up to the top. He was only at the second level of Qi training, but Lu Xuan had already pointed out the path of cultivation for him.

Just as Zhao Rui was sighing, the flying sword with its hidden precious light began to glow green, slowly flew up, and hovered in the air.

Zhao Rui perceived that the flying sword seemed to have become a part of his body, just like his hands and feet.

"Go!" As Zhao Rui thought of it, the flying sword immediately moved.

The flying sword flew faster and faster, and finally turned into a white light and rushed straight into the sky.

Lightning flashed, illuminating the inky clouds. Hailstones as big as longan swooped down, heading straight for the earth with the power to destroy the world.

There were also wheel-like lumps of ice mixed in, as if they were going to smash the earth.

Zhao Rui's spiritual consciousness was attached to the flying sword, and he couldn't help but be overwhelmed by the power of heaven and earth. Compared with it, human power seemed too insignificant.

"Watch this!" Lu Xuan said suddenly.

In the sky, the flying sword suddenly exerted its strength and headed straight for the wheel-sized ice block. With a cold light everywhere, the flying sword pierced through the ice block and headed straight for the next giant ice block.

After piercing through five ice blocks, the first ice block that was pierced finally exploded, and a "bang" sound was heard in the sky.

Zhao Rui was fascinated by what he saw and suddenly felt a sense of pride. Although the power of heaven and earth is strong, I have my own sword to cut it off.

Lu Xuan raised a smile, very satisfied with this attack. Only by planting hope in his disciple's heart, can his disciple continue to practice and leave this remote island.

After all, there is a shortage of supplies on this island. Without elixirs and guidance, I don’t know how many difficulties I have to overcome before I can achieve the great perfection of Qi training.

The flying sword continued to rush upward, and in a blink of an eye it was close to the clouds, as if it was about to open up the sky in one go.

However, at this point, Lu Xuan had reached his limit. He removed all the restrictions on his body and burned his magic power at all costs, but it could only bring about a momentary outburst.

Without the support of magic power, the flying sword began to tremble constantly, and finally turned its sword head and rushed down to the earth.

The thunder continued, and the falling sword was getting faster and faster, as if carrying the power of heaven and earth, killing Lu and Zhao.

Zhao Rui's mind was still in it, and his face turned pale. If he was stabbed, he would be chilled to death!

"Master, flying sword..." Zhao Rui just opened his mouth when a force came from behind and pushed him away.

"Practice well, and remember, that foundation-building pill..." Lu Xuan was halfway through his words when a flying sword pierced through his chest and nailed him to the ground.

Whether it is a human or a zombie, the heart is a huge weakness. Once it is damaged, the person will die.

Some people are willing to sacrifice anyone for their own lives, but some people are willing to sacrifice themselves for the people around them.

The hail continued to fall, making crackling sounds. Zhao Rui rushed towards Lu Xuan's body with tears streaming down his face.

He used all his strength to pull out the flying sword, but he was exhausted.

Seeing the hail getting bigger and bigger, Zhao Rui rushed towards the tree hole crying.

Loneliness was like a mountain, pressing down on him so hard that he couldn't breathe. He twitched, his nails dug into his flesh, and his tears flowed like a mountain torrent, unable to be stopped.

He was the only one left on the huge island. He had no idea how to survive or what the future would be like.

Practice!

Lu Xuan did leave him a road, but the lighthouse on this road was too far away, and everything within his reach was dark.

Half an hour later.

The hail gradually stopped and the sky was filled with flying snow again.

Zhao Rui looked at the sky and made sure there was no hail before he got out of the tree hole. He wanted to bury Lu Xuan first, but the dying fire not far away stopped him.

Lu Xuan had taught him the spell of creating fire out of thin air, but that was a spell that could only be performed by those at the fourth level of Qi Refining, so he still had a long way to go.

The urgency of survival made Zhao Rui busy quickly. He could not fast, and everything had to be based on having enough food.

Winter and summer alternated, and three years passed in the blink of an eye.

A new grave was added next to the tree hole, and the tombstone was a flying sword with a restrained precious light.

Another ten years.

There were a few more houses in front of the tomb, and a field was opened up not far away, where some spiritual herbs were planted.

Year after year, although Zhao Rui was talented, without elixirs and guidance from others, his cultivation speed was as slow as a snail.

What was even more frustrating was that in the later stages of cultivation, the spiritual energy on the island gradually became thinner, which made his cultivation slower.

In famous sects, geniuses can reach the great perfection of Qi training stage in their twenties, but Zhao Rui can only practice with the slow and steady method, day after day.

There are no seasons on the island, and this practice lasted for ninety years.

The weather was fine that day and the island was still surprisingly quiet, with only an occasional breeze blowing, making a rustling sound.

Suddenly, a long roar sounded, echoing between heaven and earth.

After a while, the whistling sound stopped, and a man stepped on a flying sword and flew into the air.

The man had a dirty face, but his handsome features could not be concealed. He had a naked bronze upper body and only a fur skirt around his waist. It was Zhao Rui, who had been practicing for ninety years.

At this moment, his face was full of smiles and tears were flashing in the corners of his eyes. After so many years, he finally achieved perfection in Qi training.

Zhao Rui played around in the air for a while, then flew towards the island on his flying sword.

Over the years, he has tried to explore the entire island, but the direction of the island is only ten days away from the vast desert.

He didn't dare to go too deep relying solely on his legs, and had to give up after several attempts.

But now, he has the confidence, and the speed of his flying sword is many times faster than before.

After half a day, Zhao Rui reached the limit of his previous exploration.

He felt the magic power in his body and found that there was still 80% of it, so he didn't think much about it and continued to fly forward.

Two hours later, Zhao Rui had crossed the Gobi Desert and arrived at a desert that seemed to have no end.

At this time, not only was he unable to absorb any spiritual power, but there was a mysterious force that was constantly drawing spiritual power from him.

Lu Xuan was horrified and was about to turn back when he suddenly saw the outline of a big city.

For ninety years, Zhao Rui never spoke a word to anyone. Who could understand the loneliness he felt?

Zhao Rui didn't even think twice, he just tiptoed and headed straight for the big city.

A quarter of an hour later, the big city was at their feet, but Zhao Rui searched for a long time and could not find a single living person, not even a mouse.

Only ruins remain among the yellow sand.

"There is no spiritual energy here, how could there be someone here?" Zhao Rui was very disappointed.

But he did not give up, thinking that since he was already here, he might as well move forward.

A quarter of an hour later, Lu Xuan left the big city behind.

Ahead, there is endless yellow sand, and nothing else.

After a while, a familiar scene suddenly appeared on the horizon. A layer of sky that seemed to exist and not exist divided the world of yellow sand into two sides.

Although there was only sand on both sides, Zhao Rui could tell the difference at a glance.

One side has completely fallen into silence, while the other side is still making its final struggle.