When the bell rang, Elder Chen's lips moved and a technique to control the sword pellet was transmitted into everyone's ears.
Zhang Yan only felt that along with the mellow voice, an incantation went straight into his heart and appeared in his mind one by one.
After carefully pondering over the sword forms, he realized that the key to this flying sword technique was all in this incantation.
First, it explained how a cultivator could attach their spiritual qi to the sword pellet and control it to fly away. Next, it explained in detail the tricks to use the sword pellet to slash.
Spiritual qi was refined from clear and turbid qi into one, so it could naturally be separated and combined. There were changes in Yin and Yang, allowing the sword pellet to flip up and down, back and forth.
However, Zhang Yan felt that even though this sword technique could be practiced by tens of thousands of disciples present, only cultivators after the second level of Clear Qi could use the most basic power of this technique. As for meridian opening cultivators, if they couldn't even refine a breath of clear qi, then they couldn't even think about controlling the sword pellet, let alone using a flying sword to attack the enemy.
Therefore, only the cultivators sitting in the front row had the right to fight for the Stars Sword Pellet. The others could only watch.
At this moment, Qin Nan, who was beside Zhang Yan, cheered. The sword pellet in her hand actually rose up and floated in the air. At this moment, her face was filled with excitement as she grabbed Zhang Yan's sleeve and shook it fiercely, shouting, "Senior brother, senior brother, look, look."
Zhang Yan only smiled and didn't say anything. After a moment, Qin Nan came to her senses and hurriedly let go. She blushed and said, "Senior brother, don't be angry. Junior sister got carried away."
Zhang Yan smiled and said, "It's fine. When I condensed my first breath of clear qi, I was also as happy as junior sister."
He nodded to himself. He didn't know which elder this Qin Nan cultivated under, but she could actually use a breath of clear qi to make the sword pellet float. Even if she couldn't improve further, it was only because of the limitation of her cultivation. Her aptitude was still extremely high.
Looking at the surrounding disciples, most of them were staring at the sword pellet with a bitter expression or were still frowning as they used the incantation. Some even had blank expressions. How could they be as relaxed as she was?
This female cultivator had an innocent heart that had yet to be polished. She didn't have any thoughts of gain or loss, which was why her Spirit and Will were compatible and she focused on using the sword.
He took another look at the disciples in front of him who were at the second and third level of Clear Qi. Seeing that the sword pills in their hands were already dancing up and down, he no longer hesitated. His mind sank into the broken jade, and the doppelganger that was originally sitting in the jade suddenly opened its eyes. Riding the sword, it began to carefully practice each stroke according to the moves seen on the bluestone wall.
Although there were only ten days in the outside world, there was more than half a year in the jade for him to slowly comprehend.
Qin Nan saw that Zhang Yan was sitting there motionlessly, thinking that he was comprehending the incantation. She also knew that she shouldn't disturb him at this time, so she happily played with the sword pellet that was floating in the air.
The sword moves described in the Positive Source Sword Sutra were actually just sword techniques that focused on finding opportunities to change when facing the enemy.
For a cultivator at the level that Zhang Yan was at, there weren't many attacking methods that he could choose from. Therefore, he focused on honing the three most important sword techniques known as "One Breath Completion", "Rainbow Light Heavenly Ray", and "High Layered Waves".
The entire sword sutra was the secret of using Qi to control the sword. He believed that if one wanted to evaluate a person's understanding of this set of sword techniques, one only had to look at how well these three techniques were grasped.
Although his comprehension wasn't as good as some of the most talented disciples, he had a tenacious heart. He didn't spend time to comprehend the mysteries within, and only believed that practice makes perfect. Therefore, he repeatedly practiced in the broken jade, repeating these three sword techniques more than a thousand times a day.
However, although his body didn't feel tired in the jade, the consumption of his mind was real. Every day in the outside world, he would exit the broken jade, take a Vitality Pill, and silently rest for half an hour before re-entering the jade.
Later on, he had slowly grasped the patterns and changes within, but he felt that this sword technique didn't seem to be fully understood, as if there were still moves that hadn't been passed down.
However, this was also reasonable. It wasn't good to bite off more than one could chew. With the cultivation of the disciples present, if they couldn't even control the sword technique in front of them, how could they talk about the exquisite sword techniques in the future? Therefore, he only cared about consolidating the results in front of him and didn't think too much about other things.
Ten days passed by in a flash.
On this day, some of the disciples who couldn't even summon their sword pellets had already given up. Only those disciples who had a slight grasp of the knack were still pondering over the changes of the sword technique. Suddenly, a sound of a jade bell rang on the stone platform, and a Daoist child shouted, "Ten days have passed, all disciples stop."
The flying sword pellets all stopped and raised their heads to look at the stone platform. Elder Chen's gaze swept downwards. Even though his gaze was warm and did not contain any anger, for some reason, when he looked over, everyone's hearts jumped and they all lowered their heads, not daring to meet his gaze.
Elder Chen's gaze finally fell on Feng Ming, and he said amiably, "Feng Ming, how's your practice?"
Feng Ming hurriedly stood up and respectfully reported, "Although I still can't understand the principles behind it, I've grasped some of the knack."
Chen Chang Daoren said, "If that's the case, you can come up and demonstrate again. Let me see how much you've improved compared to ten days ago."
Feng Ming, however, stuck out his chest and cupped his fists, saying, "Elder, if it's just a practice, I won't be able to show much. I'm willing to use this newly learned sword technique to exchange pointers with my fellow disciples to prove my understanding over the past few days."
Hearing this, Elder Chen smiled and waved his horsetail whisk, saying, "That's good too."
With Elder Chen's permission, Feng Ming turned around and cupped his fists at the tens of thousands of disciples present, saying loudly, "Senior brothers, if any of you think you have a unique understanding of this sword technique and are interested in competing for the Stars Sword Pellet, you can come up and compete with me."
These words were said with great arrogance, as if the disciples below the stage were nothing in his eyes.
Immediately, someone stood out with a displeased expression. "Although Senior Brother Feng entered the sect two years earlier than me and walked ahead of me, I also have the desire to improve myself, so I'm willing to try Senior Brother's means."
Feng Ming looked towards the source of the voice, and he saw it was a disciple with a short figure and an ordinary appearance, so he laughed loudly and said, "So it's Junior Brother Wang Kun, I almost didn't see you. You're from the Wang Clan of Haopu, so I presume you're learned from your clan. Senior Brother will seek guidance from you here."
Wang Kun could hear the sarcasm in the other party's words, and he was infuriated. He snorted and quickly walked forward, saying coldly, "Senior Brother Feng, watch out!"
He threw the sword pellet in his hand up and pointed forward. With a flash of white light, the sword pellet rushed straight at Feng Ming.
Feng Ming's expression was relaxed. He formed a hand seal, and the sword pellet in his hand soared up as well, crashing into the other party's sword pellet without dodging.
With a clang, the two sword orbs collided with each other.
Feng Ming's pellet was undamaged, but Wang Kun's was shattered on the spot. The latter's face turned pale, and he took a few steps back. He stared at the other party with wide eyes and pointed at him, saying, "You, you …"
Even after defeating his opponent, Feng Ming acted as if he had done something insignificant. He put his hands behind his back and said, "Junior Brother, you've practiced this' One Breath in One Breath 'pretty well. In just a short ten days, you've managed to fuse your Qi into one. It's a pity that you wanted to subdue me with force, but you only have 24 breaths of Spiritual Qi in your chest. No matter how much you fuse your Qi into one spot, how can it compare to the 49 breaths of Spiritual Qi in my chest?"
Hearing his words, the people below the stage gasped in surprise and sucked in a breath of cold air. Su Ming had actually refined 49 breaths of Spiritual Qi without anyone noticing? What kind of talent was that? Even some of the outstanding disciples in the sect could not easily reach the number of 36 breaths of Spiritual Qi in their chests, much less 49!
One must know that there was a saying in Mysterious Arts, "Spiritual Qi as the seed, Mysterious Light opens, Primordial Core bears fruit, and when one's cultivation reaches Nascent Soul."
This Spiritual Qi would be the foundation for all Dao Arts in the future. The more Qi one had, the greater one's achievements in the future. With 49 breaths of Spiritual Qi in his chest, Feng Ming's future was practically limitless!
Wang Kun's face was pale. He lowered his head and said, "Junior Brother, I'm not as skilled as you. I admit defeat."
Feng Ming waved his hand and said, "Junior Brother, don't be discouraged. It's normal to spar and compete in the sect. Don't let it cloud your mind, and it will affect your cultivation."
Wang Kun gritted his teeth and said, "I've learned my lesson! I'll ask for your advice in the future! "
Feng Ming laughed and said, "I'll be waiting for you anytime."
When Wang Kun returned to his seat with a dark face, Feng Ming looked around and said, "Is there any other junior brother who wants to come up and try?
"Let me try!"
Another disciple jumped out. However, this person was even worse than Wang Kun. But this time, Feng Ming gave him face. After fighting with him for a dozen rounds, Just Now, he tapped the person's shoulder lightly with his sword pellet, causing him to lose.
Following that, a few more disciples went up to ask for advice. However, those with discerning eyes could tell that these people were familiar with Su Ming. Rather than saying they were competing, it was better to say that they were supporting him.
After a dozen rounds, Feng Ming's aura became stronger and stronger. His gaze also became fiercer and fiercer. His gaze would occasionally glance at a few aristocratic family disciples below the stage with a faint provocative look.
Even though these disciples from aristocratic families were slightly annoyed in their hearts, they knew that they were indeed not Feng Ming's match. Not to mention anything else, just those forty-nine mouthfuls of Spiritual Qi was enough to suppress them to the point of losing their temper. Thus, they simply ignored his gaze and sat there in silence.
On the stone platform, Elder Chen also nodded slightly. A hint of gratification appeared in his eyes.
No one else noticed this expression, but it did not escape the eyes of Zhang Yan, who was below the stage.
He could tell that the sword practice in front of the Bluestone Reflection Wall this time had probably been arranged beforehand. The goal was to let Feng Ming obtain this Stars Sword Pellet. Otherwise, why would Elder Chen mention his name again and again and not mention anyone else? The meaning was self-evident.
The truth was not far from what he had guessed.
Elder Chen was originally a Master and a disciple. In recent years, because he saw that there were more and more outstanding disciples among the younger generation of aristocratic families, there was a faint momentum of them suppressing the Master and disciple line. Therefore, he wanted to select a few talented disciples and focus on nurturing them. He would bestow flying swords and Enchanted Treasures to them, and then use the opportunity to raise them up to fight against the overbearing momentum of the younger generation of the aristocratic families.
This Feng Ming was one of the predetermined candidates. This time, it was called sword imparting, but in reality, it was to reward him with the sword pellet made of Stars Essence Sand.
At this time, if it was another person who came, even if they could defeat Feng Ming, as long as they understood the inside story, they would still be wary.
But Zhang Yan did not care. There was no warmth in the actions of Immortal Cultivation. It was all about fighting! Snatching! If you miss this opportunity today, you will fall a step behind. If you fall a step behind, you will fall behind at every step. At this time, you should cut off all your worries and follow your heart. Thinking of this, he made up his mind.
At this time, there was already no one who dared to come forward to fight with Feng Ming. He shouted three times, but no one answered. Just as he was feeling complacent and wanted to turn around to receive the Stars Sword Pellet, Zhang Yan stood up and said, "Wait, let me try first!"
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