(After some hard work, it's time to show off some of my skills.)
"You used a little too much force in that strike."
"The speed of your hammer should be a little slower."
In the forging room, Chen Zong swung the iron hammer while Elder Lie watched from the side and commented from time to time.
Even though Chen Zong had refused to be his disciple and left in a rage, Chen Zong still came to the forging room the next day as usual. Elder Lie acted as if nothing had happened. However, his attitude towards Chen Zong was obviously much better than before. He even ran over to Chen Zong's place to give Chen Zong pointers from time to time.
Chen Zong naturally would not reject someone's pointers. His blacksmithing skills improved by leaps and bounds.
September 6th, 395 Zhenwu Calendar.
Chen Zong had been a martial artist for more than twenty days.
Sword practice!
Splitting Light, Sweeping Shadow.
In an instant, two sword gleams pierced through the air. One could still tell that there were two blurry sword gleams beside the two sword gleams.
"I'm about to break through."
Chen Zong muttered to himself as he continued to practice.
Over and over again, he continued to practice until there were four clear sword gleams in one strike.
Splitting four sword gleams was the first stage of the Diffraction Swordsmanship, the initial stage of the Diffraction Swordsmanship.
From the time he came into contact with the Diffraction Swordsmanship to the initial stage of the first stage, it took him a total of twenty days. Compared to when he was practicing the Eight Forms of the True Sword, his progress was about the same. This made Chen Zong realize how extraordinary the Eight Forms of the True Sword were.
"Maybe I should spend more time practicing the Eight Forms of the True Sword to the Minute Subtlety Realm." Chen Zong muttered to himself. "Maybe the mysterious sword tip will give me a better sword technique after I practice the Eight Forms of the True Sword to the Minute Subtlety Realm."
After practicing the Eight Forms of the True Sword thirty times, he returned to his room and rested for a while before practicing the first stage of the Fierce Tiger Technique.
After more than twenty days of cultivation, his Vitality had increased significantly, but there was still a long way to go before he could reach Level Five. Chen Zong estimated that without the aid of external help such as the Beast Blood Pill, it would take him at least a year to reach Level Five of the Vitality realm through his own efforts.
If it was like this for someone like him who had tempered his Blood Qi seven times, those who had tempered their Blood Qi three times would need many years to reach the fifth stage of the Blood Qi realm without external help.
Moreover, as one aged, one's Qi and blood would slowly deteriorate. Unless one could break through to the seventh level of the Qi and blood realm and form a minor circulation of Qi and blood, this deterioration could only be delayed.
"After a while, I'll be able to receive the first month's mission reward. I wonder how many contribution points I'll get?"
The reward for being an apprentice in the smithy was closely related to the evaluation given by Elder Lie. Now that Elder Lie had taken a liking to him, his evaluation should not be low.
On September 10, the year 395 of the Zhenwu calendar, Chen Zong had been in the Clan Hall for one year.
Afternoon.
In the smithy, Chen Zong swung his iron hammer to forge a piece of common iron.
He lifted the hammer and brought it down again, gently hammering on the thick iron. Instantly, he hammered harder and brought it down again.
After more than twenty days of repeated use and Elder Lie's occasional guidance, the Four Essentials of Light, Heavy, Urgent, and Slow had reached a level where he could change them freely.
If it was compared to a martial art, Chen Zong had now reached the realm of Great Accomplishment.
In just a short period of time, the thick iron did not need to be sent into the furnace to be heated red. It was already forged into a piece of common iron by Chen Zong.
It was ten centimeters long, ten centimeters wide, and ten centimeters tall. Its surface was flat and smooth, and its texture was fine. At first glance, it was obvious that it was a piece of superior common iron. A common iron sword forged from such a piece of common iron would usually be better in terms of hardness, toughness, and sharpness.
After doing some calculations, this was the 44th piece of common iron that Chen Zong had personally forged since coming to the smithy. It was enough to forge 44 common iron swords or sabers.
"I'll forge one today."
After packing up quickly, Chen Zong bade farewell to Chen Wuhou and Chen Qi before leaving the smithy.
"Brother, take care." Chen Wuhou waved his hand with a smile. He had not paid much attention to this brother of his in the beginning, but now he admired him very much. There was also an indescribable jealousy in his heart.
Chen Qi was very envious and also a little embarrassed. After all, what he said before was not very pleasant.
If there were no accidents, today should be the day that the new disciples would enter the Outer Hall of the Clan Hall. Chen Yiming should also be here.
"Chen Zhigang, why are you here?"
Before he saw Chen Yiming, Chen Zong met someone he did not expect to see.
When Chen Zhigang saw Chen Zong, he was shocked at first. His face was full of vigilance, then he snorted coldly and said disdainfully, "Hmph, if you can come, of course I can come too."
After staring at Chen Zhigang for a few seconds, Chen Zong suddenly smiled and did not pay attention to him anymore.
He remembered that the Clan Hall seemed to have a rule. If those who failed the branch family martial disciple battle could raise their cultivation level to the fourth level of the Qi and Blood realm and become martial artists within a year, they would also be qualified to enter the Clan Hall. Chen Zhigang was in this situation.
Regarding this rule, Chen Zong only learned about it after he became a martial artist.
"Chen Zhigang, the Clan Hall is not the same as the family." Chen Zong said. Whether or not he understood was his business.
"I will surpass you and then trample you under my feet." Chen Zhigang clenched his fist, his face full of anger.
Shaking his head, Chen Zong did not pay attention to Chen Zhigang anymore. With Chen Zhigang's ability, he was nothing in the Clan Hall. Soon, he would realize the truth. Even if Chen Zhigang could rise, so what? If he could defeat him twice, then he could defeat him three times. The gap between the two would only grow bigger and bigger.
In the Outer Hall, Chen Zong found Chen Yiming.
"Brother Zong." Seeing Chen Zong, Chen Yiming was very excited.
"Not bad, as an Outer Hall disciple, you have to work hard to cultivate. Strive to refine your Qi and blood to the limit and break through to become a martial artist." Chen Zong encouraged.
"Brother Zong, don't worry. I will definitely work hard to cultivate and catch up to your footsteps." Chen Yiming was full of confidence. Everyone who had just arrived at the Clan Hall was like this.
Chen Yiming practiced fist techniques, so he was assigned to the fist technique group. Chen Zong practiced sword techniques, so he could not provide much help to Chen Yiming in terms of cultivation. As for the Tiger Strength Fist Technique, he had already said everything that needed to be said before.
"How are my father, aunt, and Ah Lie?" Chen Zong quickly asked. This was also one of the main reasons why he came to find Chen Yiming.
"With Aunt Biqing taking care of them, Uncle Zong is doing well. They asked me to tell Brother Zong to cultivate well and not to worry about them." Chen Yiming smiled. "And Ah Lie, he has already reached the first level of the Qi and Blood realm. Brother Zong, guess how much strength he has with one arm?"
"Seven hundred Jin?" Chen Zong originally wanted to guess six hundred Jin, but after thinking about it, Yang Lie was born with great strength. Perhaps after his cultivation increased, the increase in strength would exceed the standard.
"Brother Zong, how did you guess?" Chen Yiming, who originally wanted to show off, immediately became excited. "It's exactly seven hundred Jin. When Ah Lie's cultivation reaches the peak of the third level of the Qi and Blood realm, the strength of one arm will definitely exceed a thousand Jin. His Heavy Punch will also be at the entry level. Just thinking about it is terrifying."
Chen Zong also smiled. Every time he spoke with Chen Yiming, he felt very happy. Yang Lie's cultivation progress also made him feel very satisfied.
The two of them chatted for a while. Chen Zong encouraged Chen Yiming again and told Chen Yiming that if there was anything he needed, he could come and find him. He would also come and see him from time to time before leaving.
Back in his room, Chen Zong began cultivating the Fierce Tiger Technique. He could feel the Qi and Blood Force rushing through his body endlessly. It was as if his entire body was filled with powerful strength, intoxicating him.
However, the cultivation of Qi and Blood Force required a certain amount of attention. Once it exceeded the limit, it would cause damage to one's body, and the loss would outweigh the gain.
Taking out the Small Sword Scripture, Chen Zong flipped through it and interpreted it word by word.
Every time he read the contents of the Small Sword Scripture, he would never get tired of it. On the contrary, the more he read, the more interesting it became. The more he read, the deeper Chen Zong's understanding of swords and sword techniques.
After reading it again, Chen Zong put it back in its original position. He planned to take a walk outside. Just as he opened the door, he saw someone reaching out to knock on the door.
"What's the matter?" Chen Zong asked.
"You must be Chen Zong. This is an invitation for you." The person handed a bright red gilded invitation to Chen Zong, his eyes filled with confusion and envy.
"Invitation?" Chen Zong was confused and took the invitation.
With a bright red background, there were three large golden words and a golden dragon that looked as if it was about to soar into the sky.
"Rising Dragon Invitation?" Looking at the three large golden words, Chen Zong was even more confused. He couldn't help but open the invitation and immediately understood.
This Rising Dragon Invitation was sent by the Tang Family. To be more precise, it was sent by Tang Junluo to Chen Zong. The purpose was to invite Chen Zong to participate in the Rising Dragon Assembly hosted by the Tang Family in the morning three days later.
"Tang Junluo … Rising Dragon Assembly …" Chen Zong closed the invitation and pondered, "Could it be that Tang Junluo successfully broke through the limit and tempered his Qi and blood eight times?"
Originally, tempering one's Qi and blood seven times was the limit in Martial Wind City. Tempering one's Qi eight times was breaking the limit and breaking the record, creating an even higher record. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that Tang Junluo was the number one genius in the history of Martial Wind City. Since that was the case, it was only natural that the Tang Family would host a grand event for him.
Other than that, Chen Zong couldn't think of anything else.
"Three days later?"
"That's great. I've been in Martial Wind City for a year now, but other than going in and out, I've never seen the scenery of Martial Wind City. Oh well, I'll take this opportunity to visit." Keeping the Rising Dragon Invitation, Chen Zong smiled. Tang Junluo must have sent him an invitation because they had a draw when they were Martial Disciples. Otherwise, with his background, how could he have caught Tang Junluo's attention?
Presumably, the person who had sent him the invitation card just now was confused as to why a Qi and Blood realm fourth stage disciple from a branch family could receive an invitation card from the Tang family. That was probably why he was envious.
Then, other than himself, there should be other geniuses who were invited. The purpose was naturally to show off Tang Junluo's outstanding abilities.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Chen Zong could meet the geniuses of the other families.
The path of a martial artist was never a one-man show. If one wanted to become stronger, they couldn't lack opponents, but they also needed friends.
The matter of the Rising Dragon Invitation did not affect Chen Zong's normal cultivation. Every day, he would go to the foundry to forge a few pieces of ordinary iron and practice the Spectral Sword Art and Fierce Tiger Art. Every aspect of his cultivation was improving bit by bit.
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