When he saw some of the wind blowing towards Su Ming coming out from behind him, Jing Cheng Rong's expression instantly turned serious. He suddenly understood why Bai Chang Zai valued this Su Ming so much.
"Su Ming, what a man …" Jing Cheng Rong mumbled.
"I originally wanted him to be stimulated by my words so that he could last longer. After all, the wind blowing towards us at this speed in Frozen Sky is definitely not something ordinary. It's the best wind for body refinement …
"Only one person can obtain the serendipity of body refinement at the tip of the sword. I only let this person train here because of Bai Chang Zai.
"But I didn't expect … that this person's comprehensive abilities would reach such a level. He actually managed to understand this Realm!" Jing Cheng Rong looked at Su Ming with bright eyes.
"I told him to imagine himself as wind. That way, when two types of wind crashed into each other, he could sense the power of wind and obtain the effects of body refinement. He could use wind to refine wind … but what he understood surpassed this Realm. He could allow wind to pass through his body, and from then on … when he ran into wind, there would be no wind. He could be neither here nor there …" Jing Cheng Rong was stunned for a moment, and a strange look appeared in his eyes as he looked at Su Ming.
Su Ming sat there for a long time before he opened his eyes. At the instant he did so, there was only calmness within them.
"Senior Jing, the wind is a little weak. Could you make the crack a little bigger?"
Jing Cheng Rong let out a harrumph, but he did not call Su Ming a piece of trash anymore. Instead, he lifted his right hand and pointed at the spot before Su Ming. Immediately, the crack widened a little, causing the wind blowing towards them to become stronger.
The instant the wind blew towards Su Ming, he closed his eyes. All the pores on his body opened up, and in his head, he imagined his body turning into the blood fog. There were countless fine cracks in his body, and those cracks would allow the wind to pass through, as if he did not exist.
It was as if his pores could breathe. When the wind blew on his body, it would be absorbed by his pores in a strange manner. It would rapidly transform and exchange within his body before spreading out from the pores on his back.
However, this method of breathing could not replace Su Ming's real breathing. It would still make him feel as if he was suffocating. In fact, as he exchanged breaths within his body, he would feel an increasing amount of pain. However, this method did indeed allow him to maintain a speed that surpassed that of carrying weights even when the wind was crashing against his face. In fact, the amount of time he could last was also increased by quite a lot.
Time passed by. When the second night arrived, Su Ming opened his eyes and took a few swift steps back. He took a few deep breaths, and his face gradually returned to normal. He had done this many times throughout the day.
Jing Cheng Rong still did not speak. Instead, he continued sizing up Su Ming with a strange gaze, watching Su Ming breathing through his pores.
"From what I know, there are some ferocious beasts that don't need their mouths and noses to breathe. They use their skin as their mouths and noses … If I didn't know that you're a Berserker and saw you occasionally suffocating, I would have thought that you were a ferocious beast in disguise," Jing Cheng Rong said strangely.
"Your method is different from my previous judgment. But by the looks of it, you won't be able to last long with this method. In the end … it's not perfect," Jing Cheng Rong said unhurriedly after a moment of pensive silence.
"But my speed is much faster than before, and the time I can last is much longer as well. I'm already very satisfied with this result.
"As for a more perfect method … I'll need to survive this battle before I have the right to understand it," Su Ming said in a low voice after a moment of silence.
Jing Cheng Rong did not seem to agree, but he seemed to have remembered something. He did not refute Su Ming's words, but instead let out a sigh.
"Perhaps you're right. I'll only have a chance if I survive. Train on your own, I'm a little tired … "He shook his head, closed his eyes, and started meditating quietly.
Stars shone brightly in the night sky, but Su Ming did not have time to look at them. Once he rested for a moment, he took a deep breath and went to the vent at the tip of the sword once again. Once he sat down cross-legged, he used this method that even Jing Cheng Rong could not quite understand to begin the refinement process.
In truth, Su Ming did not really understand this method. He had only come up with this method on his own based on the inspiration he received from the blood fog not dispersing. This method might not seem difficult, but controlling all the pores in his body to breathe required fine control, and it was difficult for a normal person to do so.
Even Su Ming needed to continuously try before he could slowly find some patterns and slowly begin the refinement process that was completely different from carrying heavy weights.
'I can't give up even if I carry heavy weights. It's not like what other people say is completely correct. Besides, this battle might last for many years, and the devastation will be unimaginable. Surviving … is the most important thing!' A determined look appeared in Su Ming's eyes and he closed them.
The night passed by gradually. When the sun rose on the third morning, Su Ming saw a different kind of sunrise in the sky.
The magnificence of that sunrise attracted Su Ming's attention. After a long while, he closed his eyes and immersed himself in the refinement of the wind. When night fell once again, and when the third night passed and a new morning arrived, Su Ming stood up and walked towards Jing Cheng Rong, who still had his eyes closed as if he was sleeping.
The moment he walked over, the old man opened his eyes.
"Senior Jing, thank you for your guidance." Su Ming wrapped his fist in his palm and bowed towards him with gratitude in his eyes.
"You don't have to thank me now. If you can survive this battle, you can thank me then." Su Ming was already somewhat used to the way Jing Cheng Rong spoke. When he heard it, he smiled and brought out the wooden slip Tian Xie Zi had given him from his bosom before handing it over respectfully to the old man.
Jing Cheng Rong took the wooden slip and cast it a glance before he frowned.
"Senior, I would like to leave here," Su Ming said calmly.
"Take senior Tian Xie Zi's plate. You can leave at any time you want, but there's still a day or so left before you reach Sky Mist City. If you leave now, then you'll have to head to Sky Mist City yourself." Jing Cheng Rong lifted his head and cast Su Ming a glance.
"If there's nothing really important, then I suggest you not do this."
"This is very important to me." Su Ming looked towards the old man.
"I'll give you seven days. With your speed, you should be able to reach Sky Mist City. You'll be able to sense the specific location with the Brand of your life force on the sword.
"If you don't return after seven days, then you'll be treated as a traitor!" Jing Cheng Rong waved his arm and threw the wooden slip in his hand towards Su Ming before he closed his eyes once again and no longer bothered with Su Ming.
However, when he waved his arm just now, a spot on the protective screen of light on the sword behind him started distorting. Clearly, that spot was the exit he had temporarily opened for Su Ming.
Su Ming took the wooden slip and wrapped his fist in his palm to bow towards the old man. He turned around and looked at Zi Che, who was looking at him from the edge of the sword in the crowd. Su Ming smiled faintly and nodded his head. An encouraging look appeared in his eyes.
Zi Che fell silent. He looked at Su Ming and also nodded his head.
As for Tian Lan Meng, she was still sitting at the edge of the sword with her back turned towards Su Ming. Her hair fell over her shoulders, and she looked as if she was looking at the sky. No one knew what she was thinking about.
Su Ming averted his gaze, and under the surprised gazes of the people around him, he charged towards the temporary door that was opened behind the old man. In a flash, he passed through the distorting screen of light.
The instant Su Ming left the screen of light, a deafening boom reverberated in his ears. As that boom continued, Frozen Sky charged into the distance. When Su Ming turned his head back to look, he could only see a black dot disappearing into the distance.
Disappearing along with it was the violent boom from just now.
Silence gradually returned to the vast sky. Su Ming stood alone and looked into the distance. After a long while, he averted his gaze and took a step towards the ground.
The instant he moved forward, due to the explosion of the ice hoops around him, his speed instantly reached an astonishing degree. As he charged forward, he also felt a strong wind blowing against his face. The moment that wind came close to him, Su Ming activated the Breathing Art he had come to understand on his own.
With a flash, he disappeared without a trace.
This speed had already reached a terrifying degree. After a moment, a violent gust of wind suddenly appeared at the top of one of the mountain ranges in the land of the Berserkers. There were also distortions in the air, and ripples spread out. Su Ming's body gathered together like an afterimage, and he stood at the top of the mountain.
His face was pale. Once he appeared, he took in a few deep breaths before he gradually recovered. However, his eyes were bright and his heart raced against his chest.
'My speed is much faster than before … and I can even last for an hour!'
A smile appeared on Su Ming's face. Once the Qi in his body calmed down, he lowered his head and looked at the foot of the mountain. Not too far away from him was a small Berserker Tribe in a village surrounded by wood.
Smoke rose from the chimneys of the tribe in the morning. Su Ming could hear the faint sounds of children playing. As he stood there, Su Ming saw the people in the small tribe starting a new day.
This was the second time Su Ming had come to this tribe. His gaze was trained on a seemingly normal house within the tribe.
With a sway of his body, he walked down the mountain towards the tribe.
Su Ming's arrival was silent. With his level of cultivation, he could enter the small tribe without anyone noticing him. When he appeared outside the normal house in the village, Su Ming heard a song from the xun coming from within the house.
The song from the xun was filled with tranquility, causing all those who heard it to calm down.
Su Ming stood there and closed his eyes, immersing himself in the song from the xun. After a long while, the song gradually faded away, and an old voice came raspily from the house.
"You're here …"
"I am Su Ming. I would like to meet you, senior." Su Ming opened his eyes. His gaze was calm as he wrapped his fist in his palm and bowed.
"Come in. I've already repaired your xun."
Su Ming lifted the door to the house with a respectful look on his face. The moment he stepped into the house, he saw that it was the same as before. Even the spot where he sat had not changed. It was as if the old xun maker had never stood up during this period of time. He was looking at Su Ming with a kind smile on his face.
There was no life in his eyes. (To be continued. If you like this work, please come to Qidian.Com and vote for me. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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