Of course, Lu Qingshan hadn’t developed the slightest contempt for the Demon Race’s cultivation system because of this.
One leaf obscures the eye, not seeing Mount Tai.
The Demon Race was capable of suppressing the Human Race.
From this alone, he had no reason at all to look down on the Demon Race’s cultivation system.
Strength is strength.
That is the most tangible thing.
Lu Qingshan shook his head and swung his sword again.
This time, his arm instantly swelled up a bit, with veins popping out.
Black Blood still accelerated twice.
Lu Qingshan furrowed his brows slightly.
He was trying to use the third layer of the "Seven Extremes."
It wasn’t because there was a problem with his technique, it was entirely because the force deployment technique of the "Seven Extremes" was based on the practitioner’s physical body being strong.
And the physical body had always been the weakness of a Sword Cultivator, let alone compared to the Demon Race.
So, his current situation was that he understood the third layer of the "Seven Extremes," but he couldn’t use it.
"Two layers of ’Seven Extremes’ aren’t enough, too weak," Lu Qingshan muttered, "but the strength of the physical body is a hard condition..."
"Wait..." he suddenly had an idea, "Why don’t I try to combine my understanding of swordsmanship and modify the ’Seven Extremes’?"
Lu Qingshan suddenly realized.
In his eyes, the "Seven Extremes" was not considered a very sophisticated sword technique.
Making some minor adjustments according to his own situation should not be difficult.
He did it as soon as he said it.
Lu Qingshan began to swing his sword continuously, trying over and over again to convert the physical force of the "Seven Extremes" into using Spiritual Power as the source of strength.
One sword strike, and then another.
He kept capturing each detail, performing deductions in his mind.
What he needed was a Demon Race Dharma that suited him— the form remained that of Demon Race Law, but the core had to match him.
Immersed in the creation of his swordsmanship, Lu Qingshan felt intoxicated and extremely elated.
His sword became faster with each strike.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
A streak of Sword Light vanished in a flash, the speed of the sword increased three times, dreamlike and illusory.
"I succeeded," Lu Qingshan couldn’t help but smile upon seeing this.
His creation was successful.
The "Seven Extremes" looked as if it hadn’t changed, but it had become his own unique sword art.
"To modify a sword art, it turns out to be so simple," Lu Qingshan murmured.
Indeed, all along the way, he had encountered no bottlenecks at all, it was as though everything naturally fell into place for the modification of the "Seven Extremes."
Smoothly to the point of being infuriating.
Lu Qingshan hadn’t been happy for long when his hand started to tremble uncontrollably, and his breathing became heavy.
"Is it starting again..." Cold sweat began to ooze from Lu Qingshan’s forehead.
He looked pained as he rolled up the sleeve of his right hand, revealing his wrist.
There was a prominent sword scar.
The scar was very deep and twisted like a worm, with Demonic Qi lingering around it.
In the exchange with Qing Ge, his wrist had been injured by one of Qing Ge’s swords.
This was the scar that remained.
The presence of the Indestructible Demon Qi meant that this sword scar was still unable to heal and would occasionally flare up.
Whenever it flared up, it was unbearably painful.
Moreover, the timing of the outbreak was random, with no warning at all—it just happened.
Lu Qingshan had no time to care for the details, he could only bite down hard.
Blood vessels appeared in his eyes as he endured this agony.
After a quarter of an hour.
He slowly exhaled a breath of foul air.
The intense pain coming from the wrist wound finally subsided.
"Lu Qingshan, does it hurt a lot?" Gu Yiyi’s eyes were brimming with tears.
"It’s okay," Lu Qingshan pursed his lips and smiled, "After feeling pain for a long time, you get used to it."