"I smile in delight, I smile in delight …"
Gao Zhengyang faced the wind and sang happily.
The trip to Xuan Turtle Island was a fruitful one. He got eight drops of dragon marrow. 100,000 grade 9 essence stones. Pearls and gold.
Fu Lingzi had doubled the conditions that Turtle Mountain Steps had promised. This woman was smart. Anyway, it wasn't hers, so she didn't feel bad giving it away. But if she lost her life, wealth was useless!
The Drought Turtle Race had been around for thousands of years and had accumulated a lot. That was why they were able to take out such a huge fortune so easily.
If Gao Zhengyang didn't have the Buddha World, he wouldn't have a place to store such a huge fortune.
Apart from the grade 9 essence stones, everything else was ordinary. However, in this world, there were very few things that money couldn't buy.
Qiu Qingge didn't understand Gao Zhengyang's joy. She kept silent.
Gao Zhengyang, on the other hand, felt that she was doing quite well. He hugged the girl in high spirits and flew freely in the sky.
He had recovered his strength and was too lazy to avoid the beasts in the sky. When he met a beast that wasn't afraid of death, he would slash with the Heaven Punishing Blade.
The blade would definitely kill.
Who knew how many beasts he killed along the way.
As he continued to test the blade, Gao Zhengyang's comprehension of the Blade Drawing Technique deepened.
But he knew that if he didn't have any special encounters, he would never be able to surpass Turtle Spring Muramasa in terms of the Blade Drawing Technique.
Turtle Spring Muramasa's determination to only train one blade technique was something that he couldn't catch up to.
Moreover, Turtle Spring Muramasa had merged his Martial Soul and blade together, walking on the path of merging spirit and blade into one.
This pure path was something that Gao Zhengyang couldn't compare to.
He didn't cultivate the Blade Drawing Technique just because he liked it. He wanted to use the simple Blade Drawing Technique to purify his own strength.
Dragon Emperor Nine Transformations, Diamond Fist, Returning Swallow Sword, Twelve Fist Techniques, Nuclear Fist etc. Gao Zhengyang had a deep understanding of each of these techniques and could use them as he wished.
But all these techniques weren't able to merge into one and reach a level where they could merge like milk and water.
The Blade Drawing Technique only had one move. Draw, slash, sheathe. His actions seemed simple, but they contained profound principles.
In the beginning, Gao Zhengyang did not understand why he had to put the saber back into the scabbard after it was unsheathed.
In battle, this kind of useless action was undoubtedly a waste of time and opportunity.
During the battle with the Turtle Spring Muramasa, Gao Zhengyang had seen this Saber Technique Grandmaster personally demonstrate the Drawing Technique.
Sheathing the saber was to accumulate energy and adjust his aura. The saber that he put away also hid its sharpness. No one could guess what his next move would be.
Gao Zhengyang comprehended the profound meaning of martial arts through practicing the Drawing Technique.
The path of Turtle Spring Villager was not suitable for him, but the principle of drawing the sword was universal. The orb that Turtle Spring Village gave him contained his lifetime's worth of cultivation experience.
When he was young, Turtle Spring Village would use fine grass and wood to practice his saber. When he was older, he would use rolled up grass mats. For bigger ones, they would use bamboo as thick as a wrist.
Chopping three thousand bamboos in a day without the blade being damaged, he had reached the third level. At this point, he could already compete with normal saber users.
When he was older, he would go to the ocean to practice his saber, slashing against the waves and then diving into the depths of the ocean to practice.
After training hard for forty years, he finally broke through to heaven stage. From then on, he would kill mosquitoes and flies every day. He trained like this for ten years. He entered the eighth level.
After that, he would slash frost, rain, snow, water, fire, wind, and lightning. After another twenty years, he entered the ninth level.
After that, he would slash moonlight in the middle of the night. His saber technique gradually reached perfection. Wherever his mind was, he could slash anything.
After reaching the ninth level, he no longer drew the saber and focused on chess. After learning chess for thirty years, he finally became a master. Thus, he entered the peak of the ninth level and his saber technique reached large success.
The experience of a ninth level saber technique grandmaster was too precious.
Gao Zhengyang saw the complete path of Turtle Spring Village's growth. Although he couldn't cultivate like this, he gained many insights.
The Drawing Technique below heaven stage pursued speed and accuracy, so he used all sorts of plants to practice his saber. Practicing in the ocean made Turtle Spring Village understand the greatness of the power of heaven and earth.
This part was actually very simple. Turtle Spring Village wasn't any different from other martial artists. It was just that he didn't have anyone to guide him and had to explore and cultivate by himself. His talent in the saber technique was also heaven-defying.
After reaching heaven stage, Turtle Spring Village killed mosquitoes to stabilize his saber technique and reach complete control.
Slashing wind and fire was to comprehend energy and use the saber to control energy, to be able to break through the formless and formless, establishing the foundation of the ninth level.
Gao Zhengyang was at this level now. Whether it was using his fists or the Dragon King Halberd, they were all guided by God's Intent.
Slashing moonlight in the void was very mysterious. But it made sense.
Without the guidance of the memory in the pearl, Gao Zhengyang definitely wouldn't have thought of such a method.
At night, Gao Zhengyang let out a small boat for Liu Qingge to rest.
He stood on the surface of the ocean and slowly practiced his fist under the moonlight.
The half moon hung high in the sky, the cold moonlight making the ocean and sky seem even more serene.
The moonlight couldn't be slashed or shattered.
Gao Zhengyang also used pure fist intent to push his fist technique to shatter the endless moonlight in the void.
His feet moved up and down with the waves as he stretched out his fist technique. Gradually, there was a hint of emptiness.
Liu Qingge sat at the bow of the boat and stared at Gao Zhengyang. His cold eyes revealed a hint of seriousness.
Gao Zhengyang practiced all the way until dawn. Liu Qingge also sat and watched for the entire night.
When Gao Zhengyang returned, Liu Qingge's eyes became a little more dazed.
Gao Zhengyang didn't mind. Whether Liu Qingge was really stupid or not, there was no need to think too much about it.
The atmosphere between the two of them was very good.
After practicing for the entire night, Gao Zhengyang didn't feel tired at all. Instead, he was in high spirits.
Practicing quietly without thinking about anything was actually to sort out the strength of his body. His mind was in an extremely clear state. What was consumed was physical strength. Mental strength was a form of cultivation.
With his body, it was not a big deal for him to practice boxing for a few months without rest. On the contrary, mental cultivation and relaxation were extremely rare.
Activating the Flying Fish Token, Gao Zhengyang set off again with Liu Qingge.
The journey was lonely. Fortunately, there was Liu Qingge. Although she didn't speak, she was a good listener. When he was in the mood, Gao Zhengyang would hug Liu Qingge for a while.
At night, they would find a place to rest. Gao Zhengyang, on the other hand, practiced his fist technique at night.
They traveled day and night like this for more than ten days. Gao Zhengyang, on the other hand, felt great. This journey was simple, quiet, and ordinary, but it made people feel very fulfilled. There was an indescribable joy.
Finally, one afternoon, Gao Zhengyang saw a black shadow hanging in the air from afar.
Beside the black shadow, columns of water shot up into the sky.
Gao Zhengyang adjusted his gaze and found that the black shadow was a small island floating in the air.
The small island was like an upright spindle. It was sharp at the top and thin at the top and thick in the middle. The black island was covered with rugged mountain rocks. It looked like a flying fortress.
Below the island, there were dozens of huge whales, constantly spewing water columns.
Reflecting the afternoon sun, the dispersed water mist flashed with colorful light, which was quite magical.
Needless to say, Gao Zhengyang knew that it must be a floating island.
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