The Great White Sword's sword light was faint and ethereal. When the Soaring Swan Sword was displayed, it was like the wings of a swan bird, swift and graceful.
Sword after sword was waved out. The sword light was continuous, and the sword style was seamless. Every move and style was at his fingertips, as if he had the help of the gods. This was Tranquility. The sword light changed again, and there was an indescribable charm to it. It was pleasing to the eye, like a heavenly steed soaring through the skies, untraceable. This was Perfection.
In less than two hours, Chen Zong had cultivated the Soaring Swan Sword from Small Success to Perfection. This was the highest level of martial arts. As for martial intent, it was a further comprehension after reaching Perfection. Comprehending the essence and mysteries of a martial art was like experiencing the process of a predecessor creating a martial art. Every minute detail was within one's heart.
Therefore, martial intent was able to dig out the potential of a martial art to the extreme, causing the power of every move and style to multiply. Because of one's own unique insights, it contained a trace of spirit and momentum that could interfere with reality.
Cultivating martial arts was just like cooking and frying vegetables.
From Entry to Perfection, one's cooking skills would go from being unfamiliar to being proficient to being proficient. When one reached Perfection, they would be able to create mouth-watering delicacies.
However, only by having an incomparably deep and detailed understanding of the origin, growth, taste, and so on of each ingredient, having an extreme grasp of each recipe, and having extreme control over one's every move, would one be able to further improve upon the original foundation, break the shackles, integrate one's own understanding, and integrate one's own spirit into one's own, and create amazing delicacies that would make people forget to return.
This was Martial Intent.
All things, all things, all paths, in the end … all paths lead to the same destination.
Martial Intent needed to be comprehended, and was not the result of hard work. Chen Zong did not insist. He put away his sword, washed his face, and had breakfast with his sister. Then, he walked out of the Seven Swords Towers alone.
The death of Zhao Zhongxing, the great manager of the Seventh Swords Towers, was no small matter. However, the news had been sealed off, so the outside world didn't know about it. The fact that Chen Zong had become the master of the Seventh Swords Towers hadn't been officially announced, so Chen Zong's departure didn't attract much attention.
There were several merchant houses in Qinglin City that specialized in trading. Chen Zong bought twelve Essence Strengthening Pills from the Jinglin Merchant House. The Essence Strengthening Pill was a Mortal Grade High Grade Pill, and each pill was worth ten gold taels.
Chen Zong planned to give the 100 Gold Leaves that Chen Zhenghong had left to Chen Qingyao, so he paid for the Soul Strengthening Elixir with Primeval Stones.
The three primeval stones that Chen Zhenghong had left behind were low-grade primeval stones. Theoretically, one of them was worth 100 taels of gold, but in reality, they could be sold for 120 taels of gold, or even higher.
Without strolling around, Chen Zong returned to the Seven Swords Towers with the Essence Strengthening Pills and began to cultivate.
The Essence Strengthening Pill was a Mortal Grade High Grade Pill that was effective for mid and late stage Foundation Building cultivators. Normally, cultivators would refine one pill before taking another, but Chen Zong directly took all twelve pills.
A powerful force exploded in his body and crazily attacked. Chen Zong's body couldn't withstand the impact of this violent force and was torn apart. However, his spirit sense instantly suppressed the violent force and made it docile. It couldn't cause any harm to his body.
The fifth layer of the White Mist Art was operating at full force. The white mist qi quickly absorbed the medicinal power of the twelve Essence Strengthening Pills and flowed through his opened meridians. The medicinal power of the Essence Strengthening Pills continued to transform into white mist qi, increasing Chen Zong's cultivation.
The peak of the sixth layer of the Foundation Building realm!
Accumulation, improvement, breakthrough!
Vaguely, Chen Zong seemed to hear the sound of wind and thunder coming from his meridians. The white mist qi fluctuated and contracted. Its color seemed to become purer, like silk, and tougher.
The seventh layer of the Foundation Building Realm: Condense Qi into Thunder!
At this layer, the purity of one's qi greatly increased. It became more condensed, faster, and more explosive like thunder. Therefore, the seventh layer was the late stage and the sixth layer was the mid stage. The difference was even greater.
Even though his cultivation had broken through, Chen Zong didn't stop. He continued to operate his cultivation method to refine and absorb the remaining medicinal power of the Essence Strengthening Pills.
His aura rose again and he broke through again. He only stopped when he reached the mid stage of the seventh layer of the Foundation Building Realm. Immediately after, a large amount of white mist qi condensed and struck the new meridians like thunder. It quickly opened up the blocked meridians.
One … two … three …
Afterward, the white mist qi became even purer as it moved through the three newly opened meridians. It continued to expand and strengthen the meridians, synchronizing with the original meridians.
The sixth layer of the White Mist Art!
…
"Two failed assassinations. According to the rules of the Black Killers, if you fail a third time, the mission will be canceled."
"I'll go for the third assassination."
"With your cultivation at the ninth layer of the Foundation Building Realm, unless the opponent is at the Transcendent Realm."
…
Late at night, Chen Zong finished his cultivation. He spat out white mist like a sword, piercing through the night sky.
Feeling the surging True Qi in his body, a smile appeared on Chen Zong's face.
Chen Zong also exchanged the remaining two low-grade source stones for Essence Strengthening Pills. He took twenty-four of them together. His white mist qi qi soared and his cultivation soared, reaching the early stage of the eighth layer of the Foundation Building Realm.
Condensed True Qi!
If the seventh layer of the Foundation Building Realm pursued the ultimate power of True Qi, then the eighth layer pursued the ultimate control of True Qi.
In addition to the breakthrough in his cultivation, the White Mist Technique also broke through to the final layer, the seventh layer.
Chen Zhenghong had cultivated the White Mist Technique for more than twenty years and had only reached the seventh layer a few years ago. Compared to Chen Zong, the difference was like heaven and earth.
The White Mist Technique was divided into seven layers. The seventh layer was the highest layer, and after that was comprehending Martial Intent.
Martial Arts had Martial Intent, and Cultivation Techniques also had Martial Intents. Similarly, one needed to have a comprehensive, thorough, and unique understanding of both in order to comprehend them.
In most cases, Cultivation Techniques and Martial Intents were more difficult to comprehend than Martial Arts and Martial Intents, but they were also more helpful to cultivators.
After all, Martial Arts and Martial Intents were very simple. Comprehending a Martial Intent from a Martial Art could only increase the power of that Martial Art and had no other use. However, Cultivation Techniques and Martial Intents could increase the power of Cultivation Techniques, making them more comprehensive.
As Chen Zong opened his palm, wisps of white, cloud-like silk curled around him. They moved according to Chen Zong's will and condensed into the phantom of a flying bird. It gradually condensed into a lifelike bird. It actually flapped its wings and was about to soar into the sky.
With another turn, the flying bird transformed into an ape. It nimbly jumped high into the air, and when it landed, the white mist tumbled and transformed into a cheetah.
With a powerful soul and powerful Spiritual Sense, Chen Zong had ultimate control over his body's strength. The white mist True Qi in his palm transformed into various shapes. No matter what shape it took, they were all lifelike and lifelike, as if they were real.
Suddenly, the white mist disappeared into his palm. Chen Zong got up and leisurely strolled to the window. He slowly opened the window and looked at the night sky.
A bright moon hung high in the sky, its cold moonlight illuminating everything.
Gazing at the bright moon, Chen Zong seemed to be infatuated.
Suddenly, a faint shadow appeared behind Chen Zong. Without a sound, a black dagger, like a fang in the night, viciously stabbed towards Chen Zong's back, where his heart was.
This attack was incomparably fierce, but it didn't leak the slightest bit of aura. Combined with the True Qi of a Ninth Layer Foundation Realm cultivator, it was difficult for anyone below the Transcendent Realm to resist.
This attack had killed countless masters, and now, another one was about to be added to the list.
However, when the attack pierced through the opponent's body, the assassin didn't feel the slightest bit of pain. He knew that he had failed, but he didn't leave. Instead, he quickly turned around and used the black dagger to create a blade storm. His True Qi erupted, and a terrifying blade Qi filled the air, cutting everything in the room into pieces.
A cold aura filled the room, and frost filled the air.
Again, he missed.
At this time, the assassin felt a sense of foreboding. Without the slightest hesitation, he immediately flew towards the open window, like a ghost.
"Since you've come, leave your life behind."
As he approached the window, a gentle voice entered his ears. It was like a gentle breeze, like the moon, but it made the assassin feel a chill from the bottom of his heart.
The chill was like a tide, instantly sweeping through his body.
From the corner of his eyes, he seemed to catch a glimpse of a white sword flying through the air. At the same time, a sharp cry sounded in his ears.
After a quick search, Chen Zong's hand appeared a curved blade token with the words "Black Kill" engraved on it.
"According to the rules of the Black Kill Tower, they will stop after three failed assassinations." Chen Zong put away the Black Kill Token and whispered to himself, "This is the third time. After this, they shouldn't try to assassinate me again."
According to Liu Chengyi, the Black Kill Tower was very powerful, and there were Transcendents among them. Chen Zong couldn't fight against them right now.
However, one day, he would definitely repay the kindness of these three assassinations.
Regardless of whether they were paid to assassinate him, in the end, they still wanted to kill him. This was a grudge that needed to be settled.
"Eighth layer Foundation Realm, invincible under the Transcendents. It's time to settle the score." Looking at the bright moon outside the window, Chen Zong secretly said.
The Blue Cloud Sect had rules. Outer Sect disciples could leave the Sect for a maximum of half a month at a time. Before leaving, they had to apply for registration. After returning, they had to report. If they exceeded the time limit, they would be expelled from the Sect. Only Inner Sect disciples were not restricted.
Chen Zong was very curious about the Sect. In this world, the Sect was supreme. If he wanted to cultivate better, he had to join the Sect.
Since he was already a Sect disciple, he would not give up unless he had no other choice.
Therefore, in half a month, he had to finish everything here and then return to the Blue Cloud Sect to cultivate.
It was now the fourth day of the half a month period.
The night was still hazy, but Chen Zong did not feel sleepy. He also did not cultivate. Instead, he walked into the courtyard with his sword and began to practice.
The sword was the White Great Sword, and the sword art was the Flying Great Sword Art. He had already entered the Transformation Realm, and all that was left was to comprehend Martial Intent.
Martial Intent was not cultivated, but comprehended. However, it could be comprehended with the help of sword practice, making it twice the result with half the effort.
The mystery of the Flying Swan Sword Art had long been comprehended by Chen Zong. Now, he was at the final step.
One move after another was performed under the sword. Body and hand as one, hand and sword as one. The sword was the person, and the person was the sword.
After three rounds of sword practice, the White Swan Sword paused in mid-air, as if it had not yet been released. Then, the sword pierced through the air.
A sharp sound rang out. One could vaguely see a bird flapping its wings and tearing through the sky. Its posture was light and agile. Its speed was as fast as the wind, and its momentum was as fierce as thunder.
The bricks of the courtyard were torn apart by the terrifying aura. A thick iron pillar five meters away was bombarded and instantly cut in half. It was like a sharp blade cutting through thin paper. It was indescribably easy. The cut was as smooth as a mirror, reflecting the white light of dawn.
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