I'll Slaughter My Way to Immortality on the Bones of Betrayers - Chapter 47:

Chapter 47: Terrifying Sword Intent! One Slash to Sever a Divine Ascension Realm Cultivator

Lu Hengge had no idea that someone was secretly watching him. He was already being extremely cautious. The moment he crossed the sword energy zone, he instantly withdrew all his aura, returning himself to the state of an ordinary mortal, relying solely on his agile movement techniques to weave through the deep ravines.

In his previous life, Lu Hengge had spent decades in this place. He was very familiar with the terrain here. As long as he was careful enough and avoided being noticed by the powerful figures fighting nearby, he could use the terrain to his advantage and sneak into the Sword Tomb.

The plan was solid.

But what Lu Hengge hadn’t expected was that the scenario he had imagined—where those top experts fought for days or even months—did not happen. Mo Ditian ended the fight in just a few moves.

“That sword… could it be the reason I was reborn?”

Lu Hengge’s white hair flew in the wind as he bounced agilely through the ravines like a nimble monkey. He didn’t use any demonic Qi or talismans, relying purely on physical skill. Though this made him slower, it was steady and less noticeable.

Ever since his rebirth, Lu Hengge had been pondering—why was he able to reincarnate?

The divine bones from the Sword Bone Body? Impossible. He wasn’t the first cultivator to cultivate a Sword Bone Body, nor the first to develop divine bones. If divine bones derived from the Sword Bone Body were so heaven-defying, the world’s timeline would have long collapsed.

The Gazing Immortal Scripture? Also unlikely. He had created the Gazing Immortal Scripture himself and knew it inside out.

If it wasn’t the divine bones, and not the Gazing Immortal Scripture, then the only remaining explanation Lu Hengge could think of was the weapon he used.

In his past life, Lu Hengge brought a sword out of the Sword Prison—an iron sword covered entirely in rust. It looked plain and even somewhat shabby, but Lu Hengge found it extremely comfortable to use. Ever since he began focusing solely on sword cultivation, he had never changed weapons. He had always used that sword.

Unfortunately, during the final battle at the Heaven and Earth Furnace, that wretched woman Qiu Liu stole the sword and gave it to Ye Feng.

Of course, Ye Feng didn’t care much for the sword. After all, it was just a rusty blade, chipped and worn from immense force. Even if it were thrown on the roadside, not even a scavenger would be interested.

Ye Feng had Qiu Liu steal it only to keep Lu Hengge from quickly finding a suitable replacement weapon—not because he liked it.

Lu Hengge’s eyes flashed. Still, retrieving that sword would not be easy. Even with his past-life experience, it would be extremely difficult.

After some twisting and turning through the terrain, Lu Hengge finally landed steadily at the foot of a sheer cliff. Although he was still far from the towering Sword Tomb, he didn’t plan to go any farther.

Behind him, Mo Ditian, who was concealing both form and aura, looked puzzled. Wasn’t this kid trying to enter the Sword Tomb?

In the next moment, Lu Hengge closed his eyes, letting his blood boil within. When he opened his eyes again, they had turned black and white. His entire body surged with arrogant demonic Qi.

Mo Ditian was dumbfounded.

Good heavens—he was a cultivator of the demon race!

Moreover, the aura around Lu Hengge felt somewhat familiar… like a particular known physique.

“Immortal-Demon Body?” Mo Ditian frowned slightly. “Could this kid be the Ye Feng Lin Xing mentioned as the one who infiltrated the Three Thousand Dao Sect?” He had never met Ye Feng but remembered Lin Xing mentioning it before.

“Too weak,” Mo Ditian shook his head. Even if he had the Immortal-Demon Body, his demonic Qi was only at the Foundation Establishment Realm. If a cultivator at the Foundation Establishment Realm could become the next Holy Son of the Three Thousand Dao Sect, then that sect was truly trash.

Just then, Lu Hengge made his move.

He transformed his demonic Qi into a sword. The Gazing Immortal Scripture circulated within him. Black and white energies intertwined and formed a continuous flow of sword intent. Though it wasn’t as terrifying as Jian Tongming’s sword intent, his control over it was precise—there wasn’t a trace of wasted power, every ounce was poured onto the cliff in front of him.

This level of control was already on par with Jian Tongming.

Seeing this, Mo Ditian grew even more confused. A Foundation Establishment Realm cultivation, yet control over sword intent comparable to a peak Divine Ascension Realm cultivator—was this reasonable? Not at all!

Jian Tongming, lying half-dead like a dog, seemed to suddenly regain some spirit and stared straight at Lu Hengge in the distance, “A sword genius—no, a sword monster!”

He had practiced the sword for ten thousand years and had seen countless talented sword cultivators, but none compared to Lu Hengge.

Next, Lu Hengge carefully carved his name into the cliff, stroke by stroke.

Though it looked effortless, by the time he reached the second character, he was gritting his teeth to endure, “Damn you, Lu Sheng! When you named me, couldn’t you have picked characters with fewer strokes?! Three characters, and each one is so complicated!”

By the time he started the third character, Lu Hengge began swallowing pills again.

In his past life, he was in the Nascent Soul Realm, and a rare golden Nascent Soul at that. He managed to forcefully inscribe his name onto the cliff with sheer willpower.

But in this life, he was only at the Foundation Establishment Realm. His abundant spiritual Qi had also been replaced with demonic Qi. To carve his name here, he could only rely on pills to replenish his strength while gritting his teeth and enduring the pain.

A long while later, the three characters of Lu Hengge’s name appeared clearly on the cliff.

He staggered a step backward, panting heavily, drenched in cold sweat as if he had been pulled from a pool of water.

He stared hard at the cliff—no movement at all.

Moments later, his name slowly faded from the cliff, replaced by two new characters: “Permitted Entry.”

In an instant, Lu Hengge vanished from the spot.

The text on the cliff disappeared completely, as if no one had ever been there.

“Where did he go?” Mo Ditian appeared at the spot where Lu Hengge had been standing.

“A teleportation array?” His eyes flickered. It didn’t seem like one. When Lu Hengge vanished just now, there hadn’t been the slightest spatial fluctuation. The disappearance had been instant—he hadn’t even had the chance to block it.

Mo Ditian rubbed his chin and imitated Lu Hengge’s actions, carving his own name onto the cliff.

If his guess was correct, this cliff was the entrance to the interior of the black Sword Tomb.

Interesting! Even Jian Tongming didn’t know this secret.

Who would’ve thought this Foundation Establishment Realm kid would?

On the cliff, the three characters “Mo Ditian” were carved boldly. The next second, they began to tremble and blur.

Seeing this, Mo Ditian’s eyes lit up—it worked! He could enter the inner part of the Sword Tomb and maybe even gain something valuable. The terrifying presence that once suppressed him long ago must have left behind precious relics. With luck, maybe even an Immortal Cauldron was inside.

Very quickly, a single character appeared on the cliff: “Scram!”

A terrifying sword intent burst forth and instantly tore through Mo Ditian’s body, severing him at the waist.

Even Jian Tongming, who had used all his strength, couldn’t so much as touch the hem of Mo Ditian’s robes, but the residual sword intent from this cliff struck once—and nearly killed him.