Any Sword Can Be Eaten

　The surging seawater poured in like the charge of a wild and angry dragon.　　Chen Xia crouched in the seawater, bent over, shouldering the vast sword intent, with his eyes flickering.　　This was the huge wave of sword intent that came every year in the prison. There was so much sword intent that it filled everything and seemed to stretch as far as the eye could see.　　Even the three million flying swords in Chen Xia's body couldn't compare to it. After all, this was almost the sword wave rolled up by half of the deep sea.　　Endless sword intent pressed down, and Chen Xia could only bend over to endure it. It was okay now, and he could barely hold on.　　The first time the wave hit, Chen Xia was pressed down directly in the prison cell and almost passed out. It got a bit better each time after that, and now he could barely resist it.　　Could this be considered tempering the physical body?　　Chen Xia wasn't quite sure, but his physique had indeed improved, and his comprehension of sword intent had also increased a lot.　　His biggest realization was that as long as one struck with the sword fiercely enough, one could kill.　　Just like when he killed Qiong Qi.　　During the decades when he was in prison, the Old Fisherman came to see him once and asked as soon as he opened his mouth.　　"Are you getting used to living here?"　　Chen Xia was silent for a moment and replied, "It's okay. It's just that I lack some essential items for cultivation, which has led to an extremely slow cultivation speed now. I can't break through to the Overturning Sea Realm for a long time."　　"What do you lack?" The Old Fisherman quickly asked. He was extremely concerned about Chen Xia's cultivation.　　Chen Xia had a serious expression and a solemn tone as he said word by word.　　"I didn't bring the chess pieces in my cave that contain Dao intent. If possible, bring my Enlightenment Tea along as well. With these two Enlightenment artifacts, I should be close to breaking through to the Overturning Sea Realm."　　The Old Fisherman was silent for a while, his eyes constantly looking at Chen Xia's serious face, unable to see any sign of joking.　　Could these two things really help Chen Xia achieve enlightenment?　　The Old Fisherman couldn't figure it out. After all, some cultivators could indeed rely on certain items to achieve enlightenment and step into higher realms, which was often recorded in historical books.　　The most recent example was a Lord of Taboo in the Realm Domain. He relied on a coffin of a dead person to comprehend and become a quasi-saint, firmly establishing his position in the Realm Domain.　　So when it came to enlightenment, it was really hard to say.　　However, if he brought the chess pieces and tea here, wouldn't it make this imprisonment seem too much like a joke?　　The Old Fisherman couldn't make up his mind and said first, "I'll bring them when there's a chance in the future. Don't slack off in your cultivation while you're here."　　"As long as the chess pieces and tea are in place, breaking through to the Mountain-Moving Realm will be just around the corner!" Chen Xia replied with certainty.　　The Old Fisherman didn't want to talk about this topic, though. Instead, he put his hands behind his back and said earnestly.　　"Actually, being imprisoned in the Sword Sea for five hundred years is also beneficial for you. Since you killed Qiong Qi, you naturally offended the powerful family behind him. They rely on the Realm Domain, and the Heavenly Sword Sea can't really intimidate them that much."　　"If you hadn't been sent to the Sword Sea prison, you would have had to face the questioning of this powerful family. As a mere cultivator at the Mountain-Moving Realm, how could you withstand such a powerful family?"　　Chen Xia pursed his lips and frowned slightly, asking, "Is Qiong Qi the offspring of a big shot in their family?"　　If so, there should be no reason for them to let him off so easily.　　The Old Fisherman shook his head, "Qiong Qi is a potential Great Emperor that they painstakingly supported and jointly cultivated with our Heavenly Sword Sea. He was also considered to be a protector for their family in the future."　　"That's simple then." Chen Xia laughed heartily, "Since Qiong Qi is already dead anyway, they might as well train me, who is stronger. I can be their protector in the future."　　An enterprise-level understanding!　　The Old Fisherman was stunned for a while before shaking his head continuously, "No, no, this won't work. You're not suitable. They don't need a human to be their protector."　　"Why?" Although he knew the reason, Chen Xia still wanted to ask.　　The Old Fisherman put his hands behind his back, his expression returning to calm, and said slowly.　　"The powerful family behind Qiong Qi is a union of Supreme Seeds, controlled by the Divine Witch and the Roaring Race. Humans have never been included among them, and humans are not suitable for these races in all aspects."　　His answer could be said to be rather perfunctory.　　Chen Xia didn't ask any more questions. Actually, there was only one reason why it wouldn't work, which was that he was meant to be the life-prolonging medicine for a Great Emperor.　　The master and disciple continued to stare at each other.　　"Every year in this ten thousand-meter-deep Sword Sea, a huge wave of sword intent will rise. This sword wave is equivalent to an attack from the seventh level of the Overturning Sea Realm or above. You should be careful."　　The Old Fisherman finally said something useful, telling Chen Xia to be careful of this sword wave.　　Chen Xia remembered it, but he didn't take it too seriously. After all, he had killed Qiong Qi at the sixth level of the Overturning Sea Realm. Did he still need to be afraid of an attack at the seventh level of the Overturning Sea Realm?　　As it turned out.　　He really did need to be afraid.　　The most terrifying thing about this sword wave wasn't the force of its impact or its momentum, but the almost endless sword intent within it.　　The first time Chen Xia endured the sword wave, he couldn't help but curse the Old Fisherman in his heart.　　This was not an attack from the seventh level of the Overturning Sea Realm or above. It was clearly an attack from the peak of the ninth level of the Overturning Sea Realm, or even a half-step towards the Heaven-Mending Realm.　　It was like the sky pressing down. The heavy sword intent made it impossible for him to straighten up all the time. He even had difficulty sitting and could only lie on the ground.　　The first sword wave lasted for three days.　　Chen Xia lay on the ground for three days. He seemed to be asleep, and his breathing was almost about to stop.　　Half a month later, he staggered to his feet, patted his slightly tattered green robe, and curled his lips disdainfully.　　"Just a fatal injury."　　Fortunately, he survived it and grasped some sword intent.　　Yes, even when he was lying there, he didn't forget to take advantage. He gained quite a few benefits from the vast sword wave and hid some sword intent under himself.　　There wasn't much sword intent, but it was better than nothing. Moreover, there were no flying swords as carriers.　　At first, Chen Xia was wondering what use it could be. In the books he had read in the Heavenly Pavilion, there were three uses of sword intent recorded.　　One was for killing. This was quite common. Almost everyone could use sword intent to kill.　　The second was for making medicine. Many strange pills would incorporate sword intent into them to make pills for the path of slaughter.　　The third use was to forge flying swords. Forging flying swords with sword intent could improve the grade of the flying swords.　　In this way, Chen Xia encountered another problem.　　Although he had three million flying swords, these flying swords actually had no实体. They were all transformed from pure sword intent.　　If he wanted to make pills, he didn't have a pill formula, nor did he have a place to do it, which made it even more difficult.　　After thinking for a long time, Chen Xia finally realized and completely opened up his mind, not being restricted by the ordinary.　　He chose to swallow all the sword intent.　　As long as it was something related to the sword, it could be eaten, and sword intent was no exception.　　The not-so-much sword intent entered his abdomen, mixed with the three million flying swords, and was absorbed one by one by a few slightly stronger ordinary flying swords.　　These flying swords could also be considered magic treasures, but they hadn't awakened their spiritual intelligence, and their killing power wasn't high, so they couldn't be regarded as spiritual swords.　　However, after the sword intent entered, these flying swords managed to snatch it successfully. Like cicadas breaking out of their cocoons, they unexpectedly shone with spiritual light, transformed in Chen Xia's internal sword sea, and became low-grade spiritual swords.　　Chen Xia nodded, strengthening his idea in his heart.　　Sure enough, as long as it was a sword, it could be eaten.　　...　　Hopefully, no sword cultivator would meet him in the future.