In the next few days, Fang Xingjian would start cultivating Nurturing sword techniques every morning. After he had finished cultivating all the Nurturing sword techniques, and when he had reached the maximum potential that he could tap out, he would start practicing the Meteor Flying Sword to increase his reaction attribute.
Even with his talent, it was usually noon by the time he finished cultivating once.
After eating the various medicinal diets of ferocious beasts, Fang Xingjian would choose to nap for half an hour. This was a way to maintain his heart, internal organs, and brain. It would also make him more energetic in the afternoon.
In the afternoon, he started to practice the sword techniques that the Storm Overlords had been practicing before they had completed their first job transition. Today, he had learned another six sets of sword techniques, adding up to a total of ten sets. However, he had yet to upgrade the newly learned sword techniques to level 10, and he did not know how many of them would provide him with additional attributes.
He took a closer look at the basic sword techniques that the Tempest Overlord, Gale Sword Deity and Aurora Sword Spirit had cultivated. There was a total of fifteen basic sword techniques. Before the first transition, the three of them had each cultivated five sets of Nurturing techniques.
"Five sets of sword techniques?" Fang Xingjian mumbled, "Why are there exactly five sets of sword techniques?"
Fang Xingjian had studied it in detail. The five sets of Nurturing sword techniques that each of them had cultivated did not overlap, and all of them were very clearly focused on cultivating different parts of the sword techniques.
In other words, be it the Tempest Overlord, the Gale Sword Deity, or the Aurora Sword Spirit, when they were young, before they completed their first job transition, they had purposely chosen five sword arts that could cover their entire body without overlapping with each other.
However, Fang Xingjian had been cultivating all this time. Although he felt that the secret to Perfect Muscles was in these sword techniques, he was unable to find any real clues.
Another afternoon passed. When it was time for dinner, Jack and Anthony knocked on the door and were led in by the maid.
Seeing Jack's bruised face, Fang Xingjian asked, "Were you beaten by them again?"
Seeing that Jack did not say anything, Anthony shrugged. "Ever since Kaunitz completed his first transition, they have become more and more arrogant. There are very few commoners in the academy to begin with, and they basically don't dare to resist the nobles …"
"What nobles?" Jack scolded. "Didn't their ancestors have farmers and hunters? No civilians? Who isn't a commoner? "
"But they aren't now." Anthony sighed.
Fang Xingjian said to the maid, "Serve the dishes."
Seeing the dishes being served, Jack and Anthony immediately stopped arguing and said with gleaming eyes, "Master Huang Lin really treats you too well. He must have doubled the amount of ferocious beasts he gave you, right?"
Anthony was a little embarrassed as he said, "Master Huang Lin won't be unhappy with us coming here to freeload so often, right?"
Jack grabbed a piece of roasted meat and started eating while mumbling, "It's fine. Xingjian won't be able to finish all of this anyway."
Fang Xingjian asked as he ate, "Who hit you this time?"
"A few fellows from the previous term told us to ignore you." Jack said fiercely, "Isn't it just that you became a Knight a year earlier than me? Why should I listen to them? Let me tell you … "
Anthony said, "Thankfully, the academy doesn't allow personal fights. They'll only teach you a lesson during martial arts lessons."
Jack and Anthony recounted how they had been bullied by the aristocrats for the past few days. During this period of time, Fang Xingjian had not left his house at all, nor had he attended classes. Therefore, the aristocrats could only find trouble with Anthony and Jack, who were on better terms with Fang Xingjian.
As he listened, Fang Xingjian realized that his emotions seemed to be a little strange.
He slowly tried to figure out the changes in his emotions, 'This feeling … Is it disgust? Discomfort? '
After dinner, Jack and Anthony left. Fang Xingjian lay on the sofa, thinking to himself, 'By right, all my emotions should have been taken away. For the past half a year or so, it's true that I haven't felt any feelings of friendship, love, or kinship …'
Indeed, regardless of whether it was Kyle, or Vivian from The School of Sword Arts, or now Jack, Anthony, or even Huang Lin, although Fang Xingjian pretended to be no different from an ordinary person, he had never really treated these people as people close to him.
But recently, he had been cultivating and researching Waves and mental cultivation methods. Mental cultivation methods guided one's thoughts and emotions. With this research, he felt that there was something wrong with his emotions.
He realized that although he did not know how to love, and could not feel friendship or kinship, he would still feel anger, hatred, and disgust.
This was the reason why he had invited Jack and the others over for a meal these few days. He was sensing the slight changes in his emotions.
'In that case, although my positive emotions have been taken away, my negative emotions have been left behind?'
Fang Xingjian slowly drank the medicinal wine in the bottle. Suddenly, the scenes in Demonic City flashed through his mind.
Li Shuanghua's cold and indifferent face, her cruel words, the hardships and supercilious looks she had suffered since young, Caroline's torture, humiliation, and abuse... all these scenes appeared in his mind.
In an instant, the muscles all over Fang Xingjian's body tensed up, and traces of blood vessels extended from his eyes. He was like an enraged wild beast, and green veins popped up on his arms, neck, and forehead.
Hatred, fury, and boundless fury and hatred almost drowned his consciousness.
The next moment, with a furious bellow, he stood up, tearing the table and chairs in front of him into pieces.
"Li Shuanghua … Caroline …"
Gritting his teeth and spitting out these two names, Fang Xingjian panted heavily. After a long while, he gradually suppressed his fury.
Kaunitz's voice then flashed in his mind. With a cold snort, killing intent flashed in his eyes. He had completely controlled his negative emotions.
With a clap of his hands, a maid came to clean up the room. Fang Xingjian then walked towards the training room. It was time for him to cultivate his Waves and mental cultivation method.
Sitting on the floor, Fang Xingjian held the secret manual for the Mistral Windgod's Waves in his hands.
Waves were a type of frequency in the human body's breathing and blood flow. As long as one could control the rhythm of one's breathing and blood flow, one would be able to bring about changes to one's body's intrinsic quality, and then communicate with ether particles in the secret realm, gaining all sorts of unbelievable abilities.
After reading through the cultivation method and the things to take note of for the Mistral Windgod's Waves once again, Fang Xingjian sat cross-legged on the floor. His breathing became slower and slower, slower and slower, and it was indistinct.
Each time he inhaled, his stomach would expand slightly, his limbs would tense up, the muscles in his palms and soles would contract, and when they bulged out, his entire body would stretch out like a spring.
Each time he breathed, he had to match the rhythm of his breathing, and he had to circulate energy throughout his entire body, changing it bit by bit.
At the same time, all the muscles and tendons in his body were trembling, jumping up and down. The heart in his chest was thumping wildly, as if someone was beating a drum in the room.
This was him using his physical strength to stimulate his blood, and then controlling the rhythm of the blood flow in the various parts of his body.
After a long while, Fang Xingjian's forehead was covered in perspiration, and he exhaled a mouthful of turbid air.
An hour passed. This was also the longest amount of time he could maintain the Waves state.
In order to truly form Waves, he had to maintain this state for twenty-four consecutive hours, regardless of day or night. Regardless of whether he was sitting, lying down, walking, fighting or sleeping, he had to maintain this state at all times, changing the intrinsic quality of his life bit by bit.
It was obvious that Fang Xingjian did not have any talent in the path of Waves cultivation, or rather, his aptitude was mediocre.
Just as he had completed a round of Waves cultivation, a male voice rang out, filled with disdain and contempt.
"With talent like yours, even if you were to train for another year, you would definitely not be able to master the Mistral Windgod's Waves."
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