(Humans only know where their limits are when they try their best. Only by challenging their limits can they better shape themselves.)
The effect of the Huyang Bone-Strengthening Wine was indeed much better than the Energy Pill. After drinking a bowl, Chen Zong could feel his body heating up rapidly, as if his Blood Qi was about to boil. Under the Tiger Roar Formula, the Blood Qi in his body flowed three times faster than usual, and the tempering effect was obviously improved.
"At this speed, it won't be a problem to complete the second tempering in a month." Chen Zong exhaled, and his reddened skin gradually returned to its original color. "Then, in the third month, I can complete the third tempering. By then, I can break through to the fourth level of the Qi and Blood realm and become a martial artist."
The feeling of having a goal close at hand made him excited.
After waking up, Chen Zong practiced his swordsmanship as usual. Then, he went to Chen Chuyun's residence to practice the three key points of speed, accuracy, and stability.
"You can temper your Blood Qi once in a month. Your cultivation talent is indeed not bad. I suggest that you don't rush to break through." Chen Chuyun's cold expression was a little serious.
"Why is that?" Chen Zong was puzzled. Didn't they say that after tempering one's Blood Qi three times, one could break through to the fourth level of the Qi and Blood realm and become a martial artist?
"At the Martial Disciple level, the number of times one tempers one's Blood Qi will have a clear impact on a martial artist. The path of cultivation will be smoother, and one's strength will often surpass other martial artists of the same level." Chen Chuyun said, "Normal Martial Disciples can only temper their Blood Qi three times. The more powerful ones can temper their Blood Qi four, five, or even six times."
"I see." Chen Zong nodded. Thinking about it, the number of times one's Blood Qi was tempered represented one's potential. The more frequent the tempering, the higher one's potential, and the more stable one's foundation would be. For example, building a building with different degrees of stability. Some could only build three stories, while others could build four, five, or even higher.
"If you want to go further on the path of a martial artist, you must temper your Blood Qi to the extreme before breaking through." Chen Chuyun's tone was serious.
"The reason why I'm in such a hurry to become a martial artist is to increase my strength as soon as possible so that I can find a precious medicine that can cure my illness and restore my cultivation. However, if my foundation is more stable and it can allow me to increase my strength as a martial artist, I should choose the latter." Chen Zong thought to himself. Thinking of this, Chen Zong couldn't help but ask, "Instructor, when you were a Martial Disciple, how many times did you temper your Blood Qi?"
"Five times." Chen Chu Yun said, "Currently, in the Clan Hall, the highest number of times a martial disciple has refined his Blood Qi is six times. At the age of seventeen, he is already at the peak of the sixth level of the Qi and Blood realm."
"Alright, I'll first refine my Blood Qi to the limit before breaking through." Chen Zong immediately made up his mind. He also wanted to know how many times he could refine his Blood Qi.
A day of training began.
After returning to his room, Chen Zong drank another small bowl of Huyang Bone-Strengthening Wine to cultivate the Tiger Roar Incantation.
A jar of Huyang Bone-Strengthening Wine wasn't much, only about half a catty. Ten days later, Chen Zong finished it all. After that, he ate one energy pill a day and finished it in thirteen days.
His Blood Qi surged and flowed faster. His skin quickly turned red. Chen Zong could feel that his body had become stronger and his arms were filled with strength.
"After twenty-four days, I've finally finished tempering my Blood Qi for the second time." Chen Zong was overjoyed. After two rounds of tempering, his strength could directly increase by two hundred catties.
"In a few days, it'll be the chief disciple competition again. The chief disciple position of the sword technique group and the king of the five groups will definitely be mine."
His improvement wasn't just due to the fact that he had finished tempering his Blood Qi for the second time. He had also become more familiar with the eighteen basic styles and the four sword techniques. His cultivation of the three key words of speed, accuracy, and stability had also improved significantly.
A few days later, the group chief disciple competition came again. As expected, Chen Zong became the chief disciple and participated in the competition for the king of the chief disciple.
In the arena, Chen Zong defeated one opponent after another. Chen Fenghua was defeated by his sword for the second time.
"If this continues, the gap between us will only grow wider." Chen Fenghua and the others couldn't help but think. They were improving, but so was Chen Zong. Moreover, he had the Huyang Bone Strengthening Wine, so his improvement was faster than theirs.
At the end of the third month, Chen Zong had finished tempering his Blood Qi for the third time and won the king of the chief disciple position again.
However, he could feel that the more times he tempered his Blood Qi, the weaker the effect of the Energy Pills on him. Only the Huyang Bone Strengthening Wine was of some help.
In the fourth month, Chen Zong woke up early as usual and went to a corner of the training field to practice his sword.
The starting stance of the Afterimage Sword Technique.
Split Shadow Stance!
Stagger Stance!
Folding Shadow Stance!
Overlapping Shadow Stance!
Shadowless Stance!
Over and over again.
Two months ago, the Afterimage Sword Technique had reached the peak of Great Accomplishment. After two months of hard work, Chen Zong's understanding of the Afterimage Sword Technique had deepened. Now that he had accumulated enough, he finally grasped the key point and was suddenly enlightened.
The iron sword stabbed out. The sword shadows overlapped, circled up and down, sometimes real and sometimes fake. It was difficult to distinguish between real and fake.
The sword shadows were still in the air, but the iron sword had already been sheathed.
"Good, the Afterimage Sword Technique has finally reached perfection." Chen Zong revealed a faint smile. "Next, I'll break through to perfection for the Whisking Willow Sword Technique and the Eagle Strike Sword Technique."
The Whisking Willow Sword Technique made one's body like a willow sword and like the wind. The willow swayed with the wind, giving birth to a unique charm.
The realm of perfection!
Then, Chen Zong began to cultivate the Eagle Strike Sword Technique.
The man was like an eagle, the sword was like a claw!
The sword rose like an eagle spreading its wings, and the sword fell like an eagle screaming.
Chen Zong's figure leaped, as if he had turned into an eagle circling in the air.
The realm of perfection!
At this point, the Tiger Strength Fist Technique, Afterimage Sword Technique, Whisking Willow Sword Technique, and Eagle Strike Sword Technique were all at Great Accomplishment. As for the Eight Forms of the True Sword, although he had reached the peak of Great Accomplishment, he had no clue about the perfection.
The Perfection of the three foundation-building sword techniques improved Chen Zong's Blood and Qi refining speed a little, saving him a few days of time.
The Eight Forms of the True Sword were difficult to cultivate. Chen Zong was already mentally prepared, so he was not in a hurry. He persisted in cultivating every day and slowly comprehending it. There would be a time when he would break through.
As for the Transcendent Realm, which was above perfection, he did not know where to start. Perhaps, it required luck.
The next day, Chen Zong went to Chen Chuyun's courtyard to train.
First, he practiced the Eighteen Forms of the Foundation ten times with his right hand, then he practiced with his left hand ten times. Then, he practiced the Steadiness Formula.
Each of his arms carried a weight of 15 kilograms, and there was a 15 kilogram iron ball at the end of his sword. Ten minutes later, Chen Zong's right arm trembled. Twelve minutes was his limit. He switched to his left arm, persisted for ten minutes, and then switched to his right arm. He repeated this several times.
Standing in front of the wooden ball rack, Chen Zong drew his sword and stabbed it. The sword light pierced through the air, leaving a small dot in the center of the egg-sized wooden ball. However, the wooden ball did not move at all.
Sheathe the sword and strike!
Sheathe the sword and strike!
Sheathe the sword and strike!
It was only when he stabbed the wooden ball the size of a lotus seed that the wooden ball shook slightly.
He concentrated, accumulated power, drew his sword and stabbed.
A single sword strike shattered the wooden ball the size of a soybean.
"It's still not enough." He sighed softly and switched to his left hand to train.
His left hand gradually caught up with his right hand. In terms of accuracy, it was only one wooden ball away from his right hand.
The wooden ball the size of a soybean was shattered by a single sword strike from his left hand.
At the end of the fourth month, the fourth chief disciple competition arrived as scheduled.
Brandishing his sword, he easily defeated six members of the Sword Group and became the chief disciple. He defeated his opponents one by one.
"This time, I will defeat you," Chen Fenghua said. He had already lost to Chen Zong three times. As the saying went, "You can't do it more than three times, but there can't be a fourth time."
As soon as he attacked, Chen Fenghua exploded with all his strength. The Blood Qi Transport that he had tempered twice and the Chain Blade Technique that he was even more familiar with was fully unleashed. Blade light continuously slashed at Chen Zong. Suddenly, it changed into a heavy blow that seemed to be able to shatter the arena. It gave off an incomparably heavy feeling.
The Heavy Blow Blade Technique had reached perfection!
"So it's the Heavy Blow Blade Technique that has reached perfection." Chen Zong thought to himself. No wonder Chen Fenghua was so confident. However, he himself had practiced all three sword techniques to perfection.
Striking out with his sword, he neutralized and countered Chen Fenghua's attack, once again knocking him off the arena.
"I lost again." Chen Fenghua's face was full of bitterness.
Chen Zong once again became the king of the chief disciple. It was like a shadow looming over the crowd.
Returning to his room, he drank two small bowls of Huyang Bone-Strengthening Wine in one go to cultivate the Tiger Roar Incantation.
Five days later, the jar of Huyang Bone-Strengthening Wine was finished. Chen Zong once again tempered his Blood Qi.
"The first time I tempered my Blood Qi without energy pills and Huyang Bone-Strengthening Wine, it took a little over twenty days. The second time with energy pills and Huyang Bone-Strengthening Wine, it took twenty-four days. The third time took a month, and the fourth time took a month plus five days. However, I haven't reached my limit yet. The fifth time will probably take even longer."
Counting the days, it had been four months since he came to the Clan Hall. He wondered how his Father was doing now.
'Since I've entered the Clan Hall, Father's treatment in the clan will probably improve.' Chen Zong thought to himself.
Cultivate, cultivate, cultivate!
The fifth chief disciple battle arrived as scheduled. However, Chen Zong had yet to complete the fifth round of tempering his Blood Qi.
On the stage, Chen Zong and Chen Guzhan were separated by several meters.
In the past four rounds, Chen Zong's final opponent had always been Chen Fenghua. However, this time, Chen Guzhan had defeated Chen Fenghua and the others, and was now competing with Chen Zong for the king of the chief disciple battle.
With a low shout, Chen Guzhan's skin flushed red. He had already tempered his Blood Qi twice, and could be considered as accumulating strength.
Taking the stance of Heavy Fist, Chen Guzhan's entire person seemed to have turned into a boulder, solid and heavy.
Grand Perfection Heavy Fist!
Channeling his Blood Qi to the point of reaching a thousand jin of force, the Heavy Fist at the Grand Perfection Heavy Fist was extremely terrifying. Every punch felt like a thousand jin boulder smashing down.
"Chen Zong, this time, I will defeat you." Chen Guzhan's voice was like muffled thunder as he punched out. Compared to before, his battle skills had improved a lot. He could better utilize his strengths and avoid disadvantages.
Channeling his Blood Qi, he alternated between three sword techniques that had reached the Grand Perfection Stage. His body was like the wind as he circled around Chen Guzhan, displaying the three key words of speed, accuracy, and steadiness to the fullest.
"Good, good, good." Elder Chen beamed with joy.
In the past, it was rare for one Martial Disciple to reach the Grand Perfection Stage. However, there were three this year. He couldn't help but exclaim that the Chen Clan was lucky.
Although Chen Guzhan was strong, he was still defeated by Chen Zong's sword. Furthermore, Chen Zong hadn't used his full strength.
Fifth king of the chief disciple battle.
Twenty days later, Chen Zong's Blood Qi surged violently.
The fifth round of tempering his Blood Qi was completed.
"It took one month and two to five days. It's getting slower and slower. However, I don't feel like I've reached my limit. I can temper it for the sixth time." Chen Zong was vexed and happy at the same time.
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