My Master Only Breaks Through on the Edge of Death

“Reflect well. Only after you advance to the God Transformation Stage will the Training Swords that I had made specifically for you be able to display their full potential,” Xu Fan said. Thinking about the Dao Tools he personally crafted to defeat his student, he couldn’t help but laugh.

Following that, he summoned some puppets, and enveloped Wang Yulun with Spiritual Power before sending him back to his hill.

By now, Li Chufan had already killed over half of the monsters that Xu Fan had summoned using hit-and-run tactics.

“Was it difficult?” Xu Fan asked with a smile.

Wielding his blade, Li Chufan swiftly beheaded another monster and flashed a grin at Xu Fan. “Grand Master, it wasn’t difficult at all~”

“Then, continue~”

Xu Fan waved his hand, and ten teenagers whose cultivation levels were similar to Li Shufan’s appeared. A wall of water manifested, trapping them inside.

“Fight well. If you can kill all of them, I’ll reward you with an unparalleled Divine Ability.”

“Okay! Grand Master, keep an eye on me,” Li Chufan said excitedly. Since he was a child, he had grown up listening to the legends of his Grand Master.

In his heart, his Grand Master was a capable immortal, and he had always wanted to show his abilities to his Grand Master.

As the water wall gradually closed in, Li Chufan could no longer take advantage of his movements to evade the attacks.

“Blade of Blood Qi!”

In an instant, a cloud of blood mist erupted from around Li Chufan and his combat power skyrocketed.

His eyes started to redden, and he charged at the group of youths with his blade.

Xu Fan, observing from the spot on the Spirit Turtle, his face turned slightly dark.

“As expected, Zhan Ling couldn’t resist imparting his set of techniques to his grandson,” Xu Fan said, frowning slightly.

Although the Blade of Blood Qi was strong, it seemed somewhat lacking and had major side effects, like weakening defense. It could also lead the user on a darker path if they were mentally unstable.

“Good thing I caught it early. A little guidance and he should be back on track,” Xu Fan said.

At this point, Li Chufan’s eyes were turning redder the more he fought, and his expression was slowly starting to become crazed, as if he were about to lose his sanity.

Xu Fan just stood on the Spirit Turtle, watching. In his eyes, falling into mania was a normal part of the journey toward attaining Dao, Buddha, ghost or even madness.

The crucial point was whether he could maintain his true self after the battle, which was incredibly important.

“It seems this kid hasn’t really had a real fight before. How can he casually use such a powerful technique?” Xu Fan remarked casually.

At this moment, Zhan Ling, who had gone elsewhere to fish, returned on the Spirit Turtle.

Upon seeing Li Chufan in a state of battle mania, he scratched his head awkwardly.

“I just felt it would give Chu Fan an extra last resort,” Zhan Ling said.

“You should have taught him some techniques like Blood Evasion, escaping is often simpler than head-on combat,” Xu Fan said.

“I’ll teach him next time if I get the chance,” Zhan Ling said, laughing.

“I’d prefer if I do the teaching from now on. Learning from you, he’d at most achieve Ascension to the Upper World, but he will have to walk the future path on his own,” Xu Fan declared.

Xu Fan’s comment struck a chord within Zhan Ling.

“Isn’t Ascending to the Upper World every cultivator’s ultimate goal?” Zhan Ling responded.

“This world’s end is the starting point of the next world. If they can’t establish a connection between the two, it will be a difficult path ahead,” Xu Fan stated.

At this moment, Zhan Ling suddenly remembered something crucial.

“Great Master, can you deduce demonic cultivation techniques?” Zhan Ling queried hopefully. When Xu Fan had advanced to the God Transformation Stage, he had observed demonic phenomena.

The appearance of the Heavenly Demon seemed even purer than when he had advanced to the same stage.

“Yes, I have researched the techniques of the Demon Path,” Xu Fan admitted.

As he spoke, a surge of Magic Qi appeared behind him, forming an illusion of the Ancestor of the Demon Path.

The pure Magic Qi stirred Zhan Ling’s heart, he felt as if he was being oppressed by something primordial.

“Alright, alright, Great Master, please withdraw your Divine Abilities,” Zhan Ling hastily interrupted, a sudden urge to kneel overcoming him.

The phantom figure behind Xu Fan, composed of Magic Qi, vanished suddenly, as if it had never even appeared in the first place.

“Once the Hidden Spirit Sect has been established in the Immortal World, I will devise a Blood Spirit Method for Elder Zhan Ling and place it in the Sect’s Scripture Pavilion for you to exchange,” Xu Fan said with a smile.

Xu Fan’s idea was clear, besides his disciples, no one else could get his stuff for free.

“Thank you, Great Master,” Zhan Ling said ecstatically.

The water wall had shrunk to a span of ten feet by this time, and Li Chufan had also killed the last of his companions.

Li Chufan’s blood-red eyes slowly cleared, as he looked at Xu Fan and said, “Grand Master, Grandpa, I’ve succeeded.”

“Hmm, you did well, you should rest for a bit; I’ll teach you an unparalleled divine technique afterwards,” said Xu Fan.

“Mm-hmm.”

Li Chufan nodded and sat cross-legged on the surface of the water. The battle just now had depleted him greatly, and he no longer had any spiritual power to leap onto the Spirit Turtles.

“What divine technique are you planning to pass on to my grandson?” Zhan Ling curiously asked from the side.

“Divine Technique: Five Elements Blade Art, also known as: Origin of Blade Dao,” Xu Fan said with a grin.

“Isn’t that a bit too arrogant with that alias?” Zhan Ling commented.

“That’s why it’s called an alias,” Xu Fan replied, a flick of his hand sending a ball of information, fused with Qi Fortune Energy, into the recovering Li Chufan’s forehead.

“Like the alias of the sect’s Five Elements Art?” Zhan Ling asked again.

“Yes, all these Cultivation Techniques tend to develop in this direction.”

“Great Master’s ambitions are not small.”

“If Elder Zhan Ling lives long enough, he should be able to see that day,” Xu Fan said with a smile.

Just then, Pu Tao’s voice resounded within Xu Fan’s heart.

“Master, I’ve received a message from the Avatar of the Thick Armored Honey Badger over there. They’ve packed up most of the supplies and are preparing to move towards our base in the Demon World.”

“How long will it take approximately?”

“The journey is estimated to take 300 years.”

“Well, let’s just leave it at that.”

“By the way, have we received any messages from the base at Thick Armored Honey Badger’s place?”

“No word has been received so far.”

At this moment, in a large city somewhere in the Demon World.

The Thick Armored Honey Badger reluctantly watched the Puppet army about to depart.

“Can’t you stay?” The Thick Armored Honey Badger said with a hint of reluctance.

“Only half of my computational capacity packed in this physical body is leaving, theoretically speaking, I haven’t left yet,” said the Puppet at the Void Cultivation Stage.

“Is it you that I can’t bear to part with? I hate to see such a large number of puppets go. This was half of our battle strength. I hate to see them leave!” The Thick Armored Honey Badger cried.

Without responding to Thick Armored Honey Badger’s words, the Puppet at the Void Cultivation Stage merely issued the order for the Puppet troops to move.

“I’ve received instructions from my master, who has lifted the restrictions on my computational capabilities and production abilities.”

“He also transferred some files to me,” said the Puppet at Void Cultivation Stage indifferently.

“What does that mean?” The Thick Armed Honey Badger inquired puzzled.

“My computational capabilities can now be enhanced, and the puppets I create can form new production lines,” the Puppet responded.

“However, their mission must be to lead these minor race of demons in our demon world to resist the enslavement of the great clans and march towards freedom and light.”