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November 18th, year 395 of the Zhenwu calendar.
It had been more than three months since Chen Zong became a martial artist and an official disciple of the Clan Hall.
Walking out of the Scripture Tower, Chen Zong looked up at the sky and went to the Cafeteria.
Up until now, he'd already browsed through all the miscellaneous notes in the Martial Repository Tower, and it had indeed allowed Chen Zong's accumulation of martial arts knowledge to increase greatly, and his horizons had broadened a step further, but he still didn't have the slightest clue about the Realm of Truth.
Thinking about it, in the entire Li Clan's Aristocratic Clan, which had been passed down for six to seven hundred years, there had never been anyone who had cultivated their sword techniques to the True Secret Realm. In fact, in the entire Martial Wind City, the True Secret Realm was just a legend. Thus, Chen Zong could not be anxious.
"The more anxious I am, the more confused I will be." Chen Zong took a deep breath and said to himself.
His tense mind relaxed. He had thought it through. It was great that he could reach the Realm of Truth. However, if he couldn't reach it, he couldn't force it. Otherwise, it would only affect his state of mind. If it slowly accumulated, it would only lead to problems.
He went to a corner of the training field and didn't draw his sword. Instead, he practiced the Tiger Power Fist Art several times as a warm-up.
As he practiced, it was as if there was a shocking tiger roar that resounded through the forest. Chen Zong only felt that his understanding and control of the Tiger Power Fist Art had directly increased.
"I actually broke through." Chen Zong was surprised.
Among all the Foundation Establishment martial arts he had practiced, it was the first to reach the Realm of Perfection. However, because of his sword practice, he rarely used it. However, today, he had broken through to the Realm of Imperceptibility. This allowed Chen Zong to have a different understanding of the Realm of Imperceptibility.
Sword and fist, fist and sword, there were differences but also similarities.
"I wonder when I can reach the Realm of Imperceptibility?" Chen Zong thought to himself and drew his sword.
He continued to practice the three Foundation Establishment sword techniques that had reached the Arcane realm ten times a day. After that, he practiced the eight true sword stances fifty times a day and the eighteen basic sword stances fifty times a day. Now that he lacked the conditions to practice the Four Key Swords, he could only do so.
As for his arms, Chen Zong could not only easily forge ordinary iron, but also fine iron. He tried to forge a pair of arm guards with heavy iron. After failing seven or eight times, he finally forged a pair of heavy iron arm guards that satisfied him.
It had to be said that heavy iron was not suitable for forging. Every time he failed, it was not because Chen Zong's skills were not good enough, but because the heavy iron was too brittle.
Elder Lie's help was inseparable from the fact that the final forging was successful. He had added some other materials to increase the toughness of the armguard.
The arm guards were very thin, but they were very heavy. Each one weighed at least 50 kilograms. When they were worn on Chen Zong's forearm, they could not be seen at all because of his sleeves.
Chen Zong was not used to it when the heavy iron plate was replaced with a heavy iron arm guard that weighed a hundred pounds, but he soon got used to it.
After resting for a while, Chen Zong pulled out his sword again.
The blade of the precious iron sword glowed with a faint blue light. It was extremely sharp. The cold light on the tip of the sword was like a ray of cold stars in the night sky. After looking at it a few times, one would feel sore in the eyes.
He pulled out his sword!
The first level of the Diffraction Sword Art, Diffraction Shadow.
As he pulled out his sword, four sword lights flashed.
As he pulled out his sword again, the four sword lights lined up in front and back. They slashed towards the same target one after another, leaving clear tracks in the air.
"The peak of the Minor Completion, not far from the Profound Completion," Chen Zong said to himself.
Even people like Chen Guzhan and Chen Fenghua were still at the entry level of the first level of the Inferior Human Rank Martial Arts. It showed how difficult it was to practice the Inferior Human Rank Martial Arts.
The reason why the Inferior Human Rank Martial Arts were difficult to practice was that every time one practiced, one had to activate the Qi and blood. Every time one practiced the Inferior Human Rank Martial Arts, it would consume the power of Qi and blood. It was destined that each time one practiced the Inferior Human Rank Martial Arts would not last as long as the Foundation Establishment Martial Arts.
After all, compared with physical strength, the power of Qi and blood was very limited. Generally, one could only use the Cultivation Method or let it recover on its own. Even the young masters of the big families dared not take too many pills to recover, because it would do more harm than good.
External forces were, after all, external forces. Taking an appropriate amount could have a supplementary effect, and the body would naturally eliminate the side effects, which were some impurities. However, if one took too much at a time, the impurities could not be eliminated in time. They would accumulate little by little and eventually affect one's body.
The higher the Inferior Human Rank Martial Arts, the more powerful it would be, and the more the power of Qi and blood would be consumed. However, after using the peak of the Minor Completion Martial Arts thirteen times in a row, Chen Zong felt that the power of Qi and blood in his body was almost exhausted. His face was pale.
"The limit should be about fifteen times. If I reach the Profound Completion, I'm afraid it will be even less."
After using it two more times, the power of Qi and blood in his body was indeed exhausted. Chen Zong's face was pale, and he felt empty inside. He felt powerless, but he could still hold the sword and practice the sword.
What was consumed was only the power of Qi and blood. He still retained most of his physical strength.
Sheathing his sword, Chen Zong concentrated and used the Fierce Tiger Skill to move the power of Qi and blood, speeding up the recovery. The recovery rate of Qi and blood differed greatly with or without a skill.
For example, the Fierce Tiger Skill was a Middle-grade Mortal Level skill. It could increase the recovery rate by one hundred percent. If it was a Low-grade Mortal Level skill, it could only increase the recovery rate by fifty percent. However, if it was a High-grade Mortal Level skill, it could increase the recovery rate by fifteen percent.
Chen Zong realized that every time he used the Fierce Tiger Skill to recover his Qi and blood after using it to practice the sword, there was a significant improvement in the cultivation of the Fierce Tiger Skill. He could feel that he was not far from mastering the first level of the Fierce Tiger Skill.
This place had long become Chen Zong's exclusive place to practice the sword. No one would come to disturb him. As for Chen He, no matter how much he hated Chen Zong, he would not dare to cause trouble now. After all, Chen Zong was one of the Wind Martial Arts Four Little Ying and was crowned as the True Sword. He could not fight in person. If he let the same level of Qi and blood realm to deal with Chen Zong, he might not be a match.
…
"Chen Zong, today you don't need to forge a piece of refined iron. Try forging a sword."
In the foundry, Elder Lie said as soon as Chen Zong stepped into the forging room.
"Forging a sword?" Chen Zong was a little surprised and a little tempted at the same time.
"Yes, don't you want to forge a sword for yourself?" Elder Lie's voice was full of temptation. "Think about it. If you can wield the sword you forge, fight masters from all walks of life, and suppress geniuses from all sides, wouldn't that be even more wonderful?"
Seeing Chen Zong's tempted expression, Elder Lie laughed secretly. He wanted to accept Chen Zong as his disciple and teach him forging skills, but the latter was not interested. After thinking hard, he changed his strategy and adopted a roundabout strategy. He did not accept Chen Zong as his disciple, but he would give him pointers from time to time to slowly arouse his interest in forging.
Now, after a few months of observation, thinking, and inquiry, he finally came up with another way, which was to let Chen Zong learn to forge a sword.
If a person who practiced swordsmanship had the ability to forge a good sword for himself, he would naturally be willing to forge a good sword for himself. As long as Chen Zong was tempted, then he could teach him the forging skills bit by bit. At that time, even if they were not master and disciple in name, they would still be master and disciple in reality.
Thinking about it, Elder Lie could not help but cry at his own cleverness.
"Forge a sword myself …" Chen Zong thought deeply.
"During this period of time, when I was flipping through hundreds of handwritten notes in the Martial Library, there was a sentence that said, 'Comprehend swordsmanship by forging a sword', but there was no explanation at all. At that time, I was focused on looking for traces of the Realm of Truth, so I didn't pay attention to it …"
"Maybe I can give it a try?"
Thinking of this, Chen Zong was even more tempted.
He practiced swordsmanship for two reasons. Firstly, it was his hobby. Secondly, it was to have stronger strength. Because of his hobby, he would naturally love swords more. If he could forge a sword himself and see a good sword being born in his own hands, how wonderful would it be to compete with geniuses of the same generation and experts of the older generation with the sword that he had painstakingly forged?
Thinking of this, his heartbeat increased greatly, like the roar of a drum.
"Think about it, if you can forge a famous sword that has been passed down for generations, how glorious would that be?" Elder Lie's voice sounded again.
"Famous sword that has been passed down for generations?" Chen Zong was puzzled.
"Looks like you still don't know. Fine, I'll tell you." Seeing that Chen Zong was puzzled, Elder Lie hurriedly continued to arouse his interest. "Weapons are divided into levels. The lowest level is the Common Iron level, followed by the Fine Iron level, and above that is the Treasured Iron level. The Treasured Iron level is not the end, because there are three more levels above it."
As expected, Chen Zong was intrigued and listened attentively.
"Above the Treasured Iron level is the Treasured Iron level. The difference between a Treasured Iron level weapon and a Treasured Iron level weapon is like the difference between the Qi Blood Realm and the Qi Blood Realm." Elder Lie shook his head and said, "To forge a Treasured Iron level weapon, not only does it require precious ores, it also requires superb forging skills. If the Common Iron level, Fine Iron level, and Treasured Iron level have a difference of ten times in value, then the value of a Treasured Iron level weapon is more than a hundred times that of a Treasured Iron level weapon."
Chen Zong's heart thumped. A Treasured Iron level sword was already so sharp, then, what about a Treasured Iron level sword that was more than a hundred times more valuable?
"Above the Treasured Iron level …" Elder Lie deliberately paused before continuing, "It's called the Godly Iron level, and its value is more than a hundred times that of a Treasured Iron level."
"Godly Iron level!" Chen Zong's mouth was dry. If he remembered correctly, what Elder Lie said just now was that there should be another level above the Godly Iron level.
"Above the Godly Iron level, it's called the Legendary, and is also called the Legendary? Weapons, swords, are naturally called Legendary Swords. "
"Every Legendary Swords? Weapons, not only are their quality better than the Godly Iron level, but they also contain a wonderful story. Its value is already not something that can be measured by money. " Elder Lie's tone revealed infinite yearning. "In this life, if I can see a Legendary Sword with my own eyes? I'll be satisfied with a weapon. "
"Legendary Swords? Weapons … Legendary Swords … "Chen Zong repeated softly.
Then … How elegant would it be?
"The profession of a blacksmith is divided into levels. For example, if you can forge Common Iron, you'll be a blacksmith apprentice. If you can forge Fine Iron, you'll be an ordinary blacksmith, which means a normal blacksmith. If you can forge Treasured Iron, you'll be an Elite Blacksmith, which is called a Fine Blacksmith. I, am a Fine Blacksmith." Elder Lie's last sentence was to flatter himself. In fact, if he wanted to forge Treasured Iron, it would depend on luck. He could barely be considered a Fine Blacksmith.
"What about forging Treasured Iron?" Chen Zong couldn't help but ask.
"Master Blacksmith." Elder Lie answered quickly. "Alright, stop talking nonsense. Now, listen carefully. I'll teach you how to forge a sword."
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