July 26th, year 395 of the Zhenwu Calendar.
The sky was a little dark, and the sun was covered by large patches of dark clouds. Gusts of wind blew, and the air was suffocating.
Chen Zong's body was like a willow by the water, swaying with the wind. His sword light was like a willow branch swaying in the wind, emitting gentleness and tenacity. It was a unique beauty.
There were six moves in the Whisking Willow Sword Art, and Chen Zong performed them over and over again.
A few days ago, Chen Zong had reached the Tittle Realm with the Residual Shadow Sword Art, which allowed him to have a more direct understanding of the mysterious Tittle Realm. He often practiced the Whisking Willow Sword Art together with the Residual Shadow Sword Art, so he could find some similarities between them. He used those similarities to practice and comprehend the Tittle Realm.
Over and over again, Chen Zong's understanding of the Whisking Willow Sword Art became deeper and deeper, and gradually derived something of his own.
He recalled the willow by the water and imagined that feeling. He practiced it over and over again, and gradually integrated it into his body.
Strike!
The fine iron sword swung like a willow branch, but it didn't belong to any of the moves. It swayed naturally in the wind, and Chen Zong's body moved up and down, as if he had really become a willow by the water, with a unique charm.
His whole body trembled and felt numb. His Blood Qi surged and refined by itself.
After a while, his Blood Qi calmed down. Chen Zong could feel that his Blood Qi had improved significantly after the seventh round, which was equivalent to seven or eight days of hard work.
As he swung the sword, the hard fine iron sword seemed to become flexible, like a willow branch. Swish, swish, swish. Chen Zong performed the six moves of the Whisking Willow Sword Art, as if it had been given life.
The Tittle Realm of the Whisking Willow Sword Art!
July 30th, year 395 of the Zhenwu Calendar.
The sun was setting in the west, and the remaining red light reflected on the horizon. The afterglow of the setting sun covered the clan hall with a layer of red light.
On the training field, most of the Martial Disciples had left, and Chen Zong was the only one still practicing his sword art.
Along with the sword light, there was a burst of sharp, not very loud chirping.
The Eagle Strike Sword Art!
As the Residual Shadow Swordsmanship and Willow Swordsmanship reached the Realm of Imperceptibility one after another, Chen Zong's understanding of the Realm of Imperceptibility deepened. When he cultivated the Eagle Strike Swordsmanship, his comprehension became faster.
Over and over again, Chen Zong practiced. As countless insights surrounded him, Chen Zong felt as if he was about to transform into an eagle spreading its wings and soaring in the sky.
His figure suddenly leaped up, and as the sword light flashed, he slashed forward. Following that, a resounding and loud cry seemed to come from high up in the sky, resounding throughout the entire area.
Chen Zong landed gracefully and sheathed his sword like an eagle folding its wings. A smile naturally appeared on his face.
Eagle Strike Swordsmanship, Minute Subtlety!
Since the three sword arts had reached the Imperceptible Realm one after another, there was an obvious effect on the refinement of Blood Qi. It was equivalent to more than twenty days of hard work by Chen Zong. Chen Zong could feel that the seventh refinement of Blood Qi was not far from completion.
"I'll definitely be able to finish it within half a month," Chen Zong said to himself. Half a month was his best estimate.
Year 395 of the Zhenwu Calendar, August 10.
Without a doubt, Chen Zong won the King of the First Seat again and was rewarded.
At this point, Chen Zong had won the King of the First Seat for the eleventh time.
This was extremely rare in the history of the Chen Clan Hall.
Chen Zong drank an entire jar of Huyang Bone-Strengthening Wine. As he cultivated the Tiger Roar Incantation, Blood Qi surged and vibrated, emitting a roar like that of a ferocious tiger. Chen Zong's skin turned red, and his body temperature rose rapidly.
His Blood Qi was like a wild horse that had broken free of its reins. Chen Zong guarded his body tightly, allowing the Blood Qi to impact and vibrate on its own.
His body suddenly trembled, as if there was a terrifying roar coming from within his body. It turned into a roar of sound waves that rolled around his body. The air fluctuated, and the white paper on the table scattered on the ground as if it had been blown by a gust of wind.
His reddened skin gradually faded and returned to its original state. His breathing also calmed down.
"Good, my Blood Qi has finally completed the seventh refinement." Chen Zong's eyes shone with a dazzling light.
"At the same time, the seventh refinement is also my limit." His tone was a mixture of disappointment and relief. It was a complicated feeling.
He was disappointed because he already knew that someone could reach the eighth refinement. He could not help but have higher expectations. He was relieved because the seventh refinement was already so difficult. The eighth refinement would be even more difficult. He did not know how long it would take for him to reach the eighth refinement.
"Thinking about it, I was still a little greedy." Chen Zong could not help but shake his head and laugh. "Back then, I only hoped to be able to cultivate normally and become a normal martial artist. However, ever since I obtained the mysterious sword tip, everything has changed. My future has also gradually exceeded my expectations. It made me unconsciously have higher expectations. It was a little too much."
"However, tempering Blood Qi seven times is the Chen Clan's highest record. Even in the entire Martial Wind City, it is considered the top record. For me, it is enough. After all, my advantage lies more in martial arts."
"Now, my Blood Qi has been tempered to the limit. After consolidating it, I will be able to break through to the fourth level of the Blood Qi realm in a few days and become a martial artist." Chen Zong's eyes were burning, and his tone was filled with excitement.
Become a martial artist!
This had been his goal all along. Now that it was so close, how could he not be excited?
"With my foundation of tempering Blood Qi seven times, it is not difficult to reach the fourth level of the Blood Qi realm."
Under normal circumstances, a martial artist's limit was to temper their Blood Qi three times. If they wanted to break through to the fourth level of the Blood Qi realm, there was a seventy percent chance of failure. Once they failed, their Blood Qi would be damaged to a certain extent and would need time to recover. Therefore, it was impossible to break through a second time in a short period of time. However, as long as they could recover, the second breakthrough would usually succeed.
If one tempered Blood Qi four times, the success rate of the first breakthrough would be ninety percent. Under normal circumstances, as long as one's luck was not too bad, they could break through on the first try.
If one tempered Blood Qi five times, the first breakthrough would be a hundred percent.
Needless to say, the sixth refinement would be a piece of cake.
As for the seventh refinement, it would naturally be above the sixth refinement.
Year 395 of the Zhenwu calendar, August 13th.
This would be a memorable day.
After more than two days of consolidation, Chen Zong's Blood Qi had completely stabilized. It was time to break through.
"The biggest difference between a martial artist and a martial artist is Blood Qi and Blood Qi.
"For a martial artist, Blood Qi comes before Blood Qi. With Blood Qi as the main factor and Blood Qi as the supplement, the martial artist focuses on tempering his body and improving his physique.
"For a martial artist, Blood Qi comes before Blood Qi. With Blood Qi as the supplement, the martial artist can strengthen his physique in all aspects and develop his potential. He can also use Blood Qi alone to better perform graded martial arts. Blood Qi cannot compare to this."
The order of Blood Qi and Blood Qi was completely different.
Taking a deep breath, Chen Zong removed all distracting thoughts and carefully sensed the Blood Qi in his body.
After seven rounds of tempering, his Blood Qi was pure red. There seemed to be no trace of impurities in it. It flowed endlessly in his blood vessels like a long river, providing his body with wave after wave of powerful energy.
"To break through and transform Blood Qi into Blood Qi, I have to first burn my Blood Qi and purify it into Qi. Then, I have to nourish the blood and combine them to form Blood Qi."
Chen Zong had simulated each step in his mind many times.
His whole body trembled. His heart was beating like a drum. It was powerful and thumping. Wave after wave of Blood Qi was stimulated. Its speed increased rapidly, exceeding the limit. The temperature also increased rapidly. With a sizzling sound, it was as if the Blood Qi was boiling.
Chen Zong's skin was frighteningly red. His whole body emitted a shockingly high temperature. If this temperature was placed on an ordinary person, they would have already fainted and their blood would have dried up.
As the Blood Qi burned at a high temperature, the quantity kept decreasing. At the same time, Chen Zong could "see" traces of light red Qi growing in his blood vessels. It was as flexible as silk.
As the Blood Qi decreased, the light red Qi increased. They formed a cycle.
When the light red Qi filled his blood vessels, they connected and the color gradually deepened.
When the last drop of blood was burned up, the originally light red aura turned red, as bright as blood. Like a sponge that had been squeezed, drop after drop of bright red blood seeped out, and once again flowed in the blood vessels.
As the blood flowed, Chen Zong could feel his body changing. He quickly grabbed the Energy Pills that he had prepared. There were as many as ten of them. He threw them into his mouth and swallowed them quickly.
With the replenishment of the Energy Pills, the Qi dripping out of the Blood Qi increased by several times. More and more of it gathered together like a trickling stream. His heart seemed to be beating stronger and more powerful. His bones seemed to have become harder, his veins became tougher, and his muscles tightened …
An hour later, the changes finally stopped. Within Chen Zong's blood vessels, bright red blood flowed slowly. Traces of red Qi surrounded him like a mist, synchronizing with the blood.
An even stronger power was contained within.
"Is this the power of Blood Qi Stage Four?" Chen Zong clenched his fists. He felt as if he could crush steel with his fists. He was extremely excited.
Under normal circumstances, breaking through from the peak of Blood Qi Stage Three to Blood Qi Stage Four usually took a few days. After all, the body needed sufficient nutrients to replenish the energy consumed during the process.
However, Chen Zong did not. He had consumed a total of fifty Energy Pills. Using the nutrients and energy contained in the Energy Pills, he had forcefully raised his physique and completed the transformation from a Martial Disciple to a Martial Artist.
A Blood Qi Stage Four Martial Artist's standard arm strength was five hundred kilograms, which was double the normal strength.
If he used the power of Blood Qi, his strength would be increased and he would become even more powerful.
"I wonder what the Blood Qi of those who have tempered their Blood Qi three or four times look like after breaking through?" Chen Zong thought to himself. He could see his Blood Qi inside his body. It was pure red, so red that it shone brightly.
He had tempered his Blood Qi seven times. Perhaps it would be different from a normal Martial Artist's.
Inside the house, Chen Zong performed a round of the Tiger Strength Fist Technique. His body created a gust of wind that whistled through the air. The momentum was terrifying, and it was several times stronger than before. Chen Zong felt extremely carefree.
"Since I've broken through and stabilized, it's time to enter the real Clan Hall."
Holding his sword, Chen Zong strode out of the house with a dignified appearance. His back was as straight as a sword, and his footsteps were light, powerful, and firm. He was prepared to find the warden in the main hall of the Clan Hall to verify his cultivation. From there, he could enter the real Clan Hall and enjoy better cultivation resources. He could even cultivate martial arts above the Foundation Establishment level.
All of these were things that could make him stronger.
(After all the hard work, you finally achieved your goal and became a martial artist. Can you guys understand the feeling of happiness after suffering?
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