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The sound of wind whistling resounded all around. Gusts of wind came from the void, covering the sky and the earth from afar. It was like an invisible wave was surging in from afar. The trees in the forest were swaying, the leaves were swaying and colliding with each other, making a violent rustling sound. Pieces of fallen leaves danced and spiraled down.
Chu Mu seemed to have been struck by a body immobilization technique. He stood in place without moving, but his eyes were abnormally bright. It was as if his pupils had become two small light bulbs that emitted a shocking radiance.
Strands of faint green light lingered in his eyes like smoke, yet they also flowed like clear water. Strands of comprehension appeared out of nowhere and surged into his heart.
Gusts of wind blew over from afar. When it blew past Chu Mu, it was as if it was being pulled by an invisible force. Strands of wind circled around Chu Mu's body, forming strands of light cyan. They were like silk threads that circled around Chu Mu's body.
Chu Mu's long black hair fluttered in the wind, and the corners of his long robe rustled. He was like an immortal, about to ride the wind.
The wind that blew from afar grew stronger and stronger, causing the trees in the surroundings to sway even more violently. The rustling sound actually became somewhat ear-piercing. It was as if there was only the sound of the wind blowing and the swaying of the leaves in the entire world.
At this moment, Chu Mu felt that his thoughts were unprecedentedly clear. All of his thoughts were clear and unobstructed, as transparent as a pure crystal, without any flaws.
Wang Lin and Lin Luoshui had always been an obsession of Chu Mu. An obsession that had to be resolved. Otherwise, even if his soul was completely merged, there would still be a stain.
Even now, Chu Mu didn't really understand the mysteries of the soul, but he knew that the stronger and purer the soul, the greater the benefits. At the very least, in terms of comprehension, there would be something unique about it.
Wang Lin was dead. Lin Luoshui was dead. For Chu Mu, this was the most direct and simplest way to end things. The obsession in his soul was gone.
Immediately, in this state of clarity, along with the wind that came from nowhere, Chu Mu's unprecedentedly clear and pure soul surged with waves of comprehension. Comprehension of wind, comprehension of wind.
As long as there was air, there would be wind.
When the airflow formed a flow, it formed a wind. When the airflow slowed down, it formed a breeze. When the airflow accelerated, it formed a gale. Wind was formless, colorless, and tasteless. It could not be seen or touched. One could only feel it through the flow of air.
That was only for ordinary people. For those who had comprehended the concept of wind, wind was tangible and colorful. It was an existence that could be seen and touched.
The Poetic Conception of Wind was where the mysteries of wind lay. It had been comprehended, understood, and mastered.
Ten percent of the Poetic Conception was only the surface of the Poetic Conception. Just touching the Poetic Conception had a negligible effect on the power of sword arts. Ten to thirty percent was the beginning of the Poetic Conception. It could already increase the power of sword arts, body techniques, and other related powers.
Chu Mu's Poetic Conception of Wind had already reached thirty percent. Moreover, it had reached the peak of thirty percent. He was only one step away from breaking through to forty percent.
However, that one step away was like a layer of invisible film. It was the difference between the beginning and the beginning. It was two completely different levels.
The sound of the wind kept ringing. Chu Mu only felt that he was in a sea of wind. Front, back, left, and right, it was all blue wind. It kept blowing.
The wind that blew surrounded him. Sometimes it blew from the east, sometimes it blew from the west. Sometimes it blew from the north, and sometimes it blew from the south. Up, down, front, back, left, and right, they were all one entity.
The rustling sound was like a surging wave. The wind suddenly became ten times stronger, causing all the trees in the forest to sway crazily. Looking down from above, one could see the branches and leaves forming waves.
In the sky, the white clouds seemed to be affected by the strong wind. They gradually became stronger, turning into a gale.
The wind that blew past Chu Mu became increasingly intense. The cyan colored air current that surrounded Chu Mu became even denser and denser. Chu Mu's body faintly trembled, as if he was being supported by an invisible hand. The soles of his feet slowly left the ground and floated into the air, rising little by little.
Half a meter … One meter … One and a half meters … Two meters …
Chu Mu's body was fixed three meters above the ground, surrounded by the blue airflow. He was like a general in the wind. His right hand held the sword and pointed to the ground. His pupils were filled with blue. Even the whites of his eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of light blue.
Casually waving his sword, in an instant, rays of cyan light converged and transformed into a two meter long wind blade that shot out, directly slicing apart the incoming gale. This strike wasn't a sword technique, nor was it a sword technique. It was purely Chu Mu casually waving his sword as he pleased. It was not an internal sword Qi or an external sword Qi. It was formed by condensing the power of the wind around him.
Chu Mu's mind was filled with all kinds of understanding of the mysteries of the wind. He even felt as if he had turned into a gust of wind.
As he swung his sword, streaks of green light condensed on the blade and shot out. Streaks of two-meter-long wind blades sliced through the void and tore through the wind. Wherever they passed, faint green streaks were left behind.
The blue wind blades were extremely sharp. They cut through trees like tofu without any resistance. The cut was shockingly smooth.
The area that the strong wind affected gradually expanded. It had already spread out of the entire forest and spread to other places in Dali Valley. For a moment, it seemed as if the entire valley had been blown by the wind.
"This wind …" Somewhere in Dali Valley, Chu He, who had a ring of red light around him, paused. He looked up at the sky and narrowed his eyes. There seemed to be some kind of mysterious ripple around him. The light in his eyes was reserved and he was thinking.
Then he raised a hand and opened his palm, allowing the wind to blow. He carefully felt the wind blowing through his fingers.
Just like him, in other places in Dali Valley, Li Huaiyu of the Plain Heart Sword Clan, Xu Jianfeng of the Shangxuan Sword Clan, and Zhou Hongyu of the State Magistrate's Crown Prince all stopped what they were doing and looked up at the sky. Their faces were full of doubt and thought.
The wind blew without warning. There seemed to be something special about it, but they could not tell what it was.
If Ling Cangyan, the Deputy Headmaster, was here, he would be able to feel that the wind was caused by the small success of the will. However, if that was the case, Chu Mu's mastery of the will of wind would be exposed. At that time, Ling Cangyan would definitely know that Chu Mu had mastered two wills.
Suddenly, the gale paused and dissipated into nothingness, causing Chu He and the others to be stunned and somewhat astonished. They felt that the wind was not normal. It came suddenly and disappeared suddenly. It was as if someone was deliberately controlling it.
However, in reality, when the wind blew and dissipated, it wasn't someone who intentionally controlled it. It was all because Chu Mu's obsession had caused his soul to become completely pure. His thoughts were clear and his thoughts were clear. The various wind comprehension and wind comprehension had instantly broken through the last layer of barrier to entering the realm, breaking through to small success.
The wind dissipated, and the trees gradually stopped swaying. The rustling sound slowly died down. However, Chu Mu was still three meters above the ground. His body was still surrounded by wisps of green Qi, rapidly rotating.
His eyes slowly closed, and the green Qi around his body seemed to disappear into the void. Chu Mu's body slowly fell and landed firmly on the ground, motionless like a statue.
The fluctuating Qi gradually calmed down, and everything returned to normal. The wind from before was just like an illusion.
Suddenly, Chu Mu opened his eyes. Green light flowed in his eyes, and a bright light shot out. He casually swung his sword, and a wisp of green light quickly flowed on the fake Clear Wind Sword. It was like a gust of wind blowing towards the tip of the sword. There was a slight 'chi la' sound, and a two meter long green wind blade slashed out, piercing through the void.
The wind blade cut through a tree as thick as an adult's waist. It cut through without any obstruction and disappeared into the distance. The tree swayed and fell to one side. The cut was smooth and even.
Chu Mu's body flashed. He did not seem to have done anything, but he appeared like a gust of wind in front of the tree trunk that had been cut down. He looked at it carefully, and when his finger gently brushed it, he could feel the remnants of the wind.
"Forty percent completion of the state of wind is the small success stage of the state of wind." Chu Mu muttered to himself, using a voice that only he could hear, "Thirty-nine percent completion of the state of wind is the entry stage of the state of wind. Forty percent completion of the state of wind is the small success stage. Although there is only a slight difference, there is a huge difference in the profoundness of the two."
Just the power of the sword just now was enough to explain it clearly.
Normally, when Chu Mu had reached thirty percent completion of the state of wind, he would have to completely merge it into the Kill of the Clear Wind to be able to release that sword attack. But now that his state of wind had reached forty percent completion, his understanding of the profoundness of the wind was even more profound. Just by relying on his understanding of the wind, Chu Mu could easily use the wind that was everywhere to perform an attack that was comparable to the Kill of the Clear Wind that had been merged with thirty percent of the state of wind.
This meant that without using any inner or outer sword aura, Chu Mu would be able to perform an attack equivalent to a powerful middle tier sword technique. Once forty percent of the wind concept was merged into a sword technique killing move or sword technique, the power would be extremely terrifying.
Putting the sword back into the scabbard, Chu Mu opened his palm. With a thought, the surrounding air suddenly surged. On his palm, a wisp of cyan appeared and spun, quickly turning into a cyan cyclone. It spun rapidly on his palm, making a slight whistling sound.
With another thought, this cyan cyclone suddenly split into two smaller cyan cyclones. Then it split again, becoming four smaller cyan cyclones that lined up neatly.
With a clench of his palm, the four small cyan cyclones suddenly exploded, turning into wisps of cyan that splashed in all directions. They seemed to merge into the air and disappear.
Chu Mu raised his head and looked into the distance. His eyes shone with an extremely sharp light that pierced through the void. He was full of confidence. At this moment, even if he were to fight with masters like the four heroes of the sword school, he would not be afraid. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to qidian.com to vote for me. Your support is my biggest motivation.)
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