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"I wonder what he'll look like when he comes out eight days later." Bai Yulou chuckled as if he was guessing something.
"Whether he'll be able to walk out is still a question." Bai Yushan smiled.
After eight days of confinement, most people would either have a mental breakdown or commit suicide.
"So boring."
On the first day, Chen Zong practiced the True Sword Sky Power Art. Unfortunately, the space in the dark room was not big enough, so practicing the sword art was restricted quite a bit. His five senses were also blurred, and he would touch the wall from time to time, causing the echoes to vibrate and impact on his eardrums. Once, twice, or three times was fine, but if it happened too many times, he would feel annoyed and had no choice but to stop.
On the second day, Chen Zong started to feel bored.
Looking ahead, all he could see was darkness. Even if he used the Eighth Style of the True Sword, it would still be swallowed up by the darkness. His senses would be blurred, and his grasp of distance would be messed up. If he couldn't grasp it well, it would be detrimental to his cultivation.
Darkness and loneliness were slowly eroding his heart.
"Forget it, I'll just cultivate." Chen Zong said to himself. His voice echoed in the dark room and went in and out of his ears.
He calmed down and practiced the True Sword Sky Supreme Skill. His Qi and blood were like swords running in his body over and over again. The True Sword Sky Supreme Skill was above the Human Level, and the cultivation speed of the third level was even more amazing. Unfortunately, any skill needed a basis to cultivate, and it was impossible to generate power out of thin air.
Chen Zong only brought some Energy Pills into the dark room this time, which could only ensure that he would not starve to death. It was very difficult to improve his cultivation. The cultivation of Qi and blood consumed the body's energy, and the body's energy had to be replenished through food or pills. Energy Pills for Qi and Blood Realm Level Seven could only replenish the body's energy and resist hunger. It did not help with cultivation at all.
It could be said that those who were punished by confinement did not dare to cultivate Qi and blood at all. Once they did, they would consume their body's energy. Without replenishment, they would either starve to death or die from blood failure. It was very miserable.
Unable to cultivate, there were even fewer ways to resolve the darkness and loneliness. It was inevitable that they would feel troubled and eventually collapse.
It could be said that the punishment of confinement in the black room seemed to be quite severe, but after thinking about it carefully, one would realize that it was actually very severe and interconnected.
Chen Zong was glad that he had obtained the Blood Agglomerate Jade Essence and had not sold it yet. Otherwise, he would not have dared to cultivate the True Sword Sky Skill. After all, the True Sword Sky Skill was beyond the Superior Grade Mortal Level, and its cultivation effect was amazing. At the same time, its absorption effect was also amazing.
Large amounts of pure blood Qi flowed into his body along with the circulation of the True Sword Heaven Supreme Skill, strengthening his blood Qi bit by bit.
It was very difficult for the Blood Sinking Jade to be born. It required jade and a large amount of blood over a long period of time. Ordinary blood was not enough. It had to be the blood of a martial artist or a demonic beast.
Think about it. The pure blood Qi contained in one tael of Blood Sinking Jade was equivalent to the blood Qi produced by a martial artist at the seventh level of the Qi and Blood realm after two to three months of continuous cultivation. The birth of the Blood Sinking Jade Essence was hundreds or thousands of times more difficult than the Blood Sinking Jade. A hundred times more valuable was only the lowest estimate.
The Blood Sinking Jade Essence that Chen Zong had obtained weighed more than one tael, but the pure blood Qi it contained was hundreds of times more than the Blood Sinking Jade in both quantity and quality. It also had a special characteristic. When worn, it would naturally absorb the blood Qi emitted by the body to replenish the body.
Every martial artist had a strong blood Qi and there would always be a small part of it emitted naturally. That was the body's natural consumption and was equivalent to wasting it. However, the Blood Sinking Jade Essence would absorb this consumption to replenish the body and feed it back to Chen Zong, forming a cycle.
Chen Zong estimated that the pure blood Qi contained in this Blood Sinking Jade Essence was enough for him to cultivate to the ninth level of the Qi and Blood realm with a lot left over.
Absorbing the pure blood Qi from the Blood Sinking Jade Essence was more effective than consuming the Beast Blood Pill. After all, the Beast Blood Pill had impurities while the Blood Sinking Jade Essence had no impurities and was extremely pure.
Two hours later, Chen Zong had to stop cultivating as his body could not take it anymore. However, the pure blood Qi from the Blood Sinking Jade Essence would automatically enter his body without causing any burden. It was equivalent to cultivating all the time. His cultivation was constantly approaching the late-stage of the seventh level of the Qi and Blood realm.
"Now, what should I do?" Chen Zong pondered.
Staying in the dark room was very boring. There was a limit to his cultivation and he could not leave. He could not bring in the Icefire Cleansing Membrane Ointment. Under normal circumstances, he should be practicing his sword. However, his five senses were blurry and the space was limited. It was not conducive to sword practice.
"What should I do?" Chen Zong repeated.
After thinking about it carefully, there seemed to be nothing he could do.
"I'll sleep."
He simply closed his eyes and did not think about anything. He leaned against the wall and planned to sleep. However, the wall was made of steel and was very cold. It was not comfortable to sleep.
On the third day, the feeling of boredom grew stronger.
In the past, martial artists who were punished by being confined in the dark room would begin to feel irritated on the second day. On the third day, their irritability would increase to a certain extent. If they could not adjust their mentality properly, they would have a mental breakdown on the third or fourth day. It would take a long time for them to recover.
Chen Zong practiced the True Sword Sky Supreme Skill for another two hours. He tried to practice his sword.
His five senses were blurry and his sense of distance was blurred. He accidentally stabbed his sword into the steel wall. The sword trembled and a piercing sound reverberated endlessly. It was like a demon's voice piercing through his brain, making Chen Zong very uncomfortable.
Chen Zong did not give up and continued to practice his sword. He touched the wall a few more times. The piercing sound lingered endlessly. He could not help but feel irritated. He quickly stopped and took a deep breath to adjust his mentality. He tried to calm himself down and get rid of all distracting thoughts.
"Forget it, I'll stop practicing my sword first. I'll just get used to this place and grasp the distance."
With nothing to do, Chen Zong could only do this. He had to find something to do to get rid of the darkness and loneliness.
He slowly walked around in the dark room. He measured the size of the dark room with his hands and feet and thoroughly understood it.
Everyone had the ability to adapt to the environment. However, some people were better than others. Chen Zong, who had been transformed by the mysterious sword point, was very outstanding among the former. He could quickly adapt to different environments.
With the intention, he quickly explored the entire dark room clearly. Although his five senses were still very vague, the sense of distance had become much clearer. This was a very dry and boring thing. After Chen Zong eliminated all distracting thoughts, he immersed himself in it.
He began to practice. This time, he practiced his fist.
Fist and sword were different, but they had something in common.
However, it was undeniable that for normal people, practicing fist techniques was easier than practicing sword techniques. That was because the fist was a part of the body and was easier to control. On the other hand, the sword was an extension of the body and had different lengths and thicknesses. It was very difficult to control it perfectly. For example, if you could hit a target with a punch, but if you were to stab with a sword, you would probably miss.
Practicing fist techniques in this dark room was much easier than practicing sword techniques, especially since Chen Zong himself had already cultivated the Tiger Power Fist Technique to the Minute Subtlety Realm. His control of the sword was very fine, and he could better control his strength.
After several rounds of fist art, Chen Zong had a clearer grasp of the distance. Even his five senses seemed to have recovered a little, but it was not obvious.
The good thing was that his heart began to really calm down. He no longer felt empty and irritated. He could think about the shortcomings of his sword art and see if there was anything he could improve. He could also recall the past battles.
At night, the temperature dropped. The fine steel in the dark room became colder. Fortunately, there was the Blood Sinking Jade, which constantly urged the flow of Qi and blood to drive away the coldness.
On the fourth day, Chen Zong was not as bored as before, because he found a way to relieve himself.
He practiced sword art again.
At first, it was inevitable that his sword would touch the fine steel wall. The ear-piercing sound kept surging, disturbing Chen Zong. Fortunately, he gradually adjusted his mentality and was not affected too much.
Since he could not see anything, Chen Zong simply closed his eyes. It made him feel better. He also seemed to have a clearer grasp of the distance around him.
Gradually, the number of times his sword touched the fine steel wall became less and less.
The sword art Chen Zong practiced was very simple. It was the 18 Basic Moves and several foundational sword arts.
As he practiced, the sword light brought by the Eight Moves of the Real Sword gradually became clearer.
When he was hungry, he would eat Energy Pills. When he was thirsty, he would drink some water. He did not eat any other food. There were almost no impurities in his body, so he did not have to go to the bathroom. Otherwise, he would probably stink. This was also because the body of a warrior was stronger. If it were an ordinary person, it would not be possible.
On the fifth day, Chen Zong practiced as usual. He did not need to practice sword art carefully anymore. He could practice freely as usual. His five senses were still vague, but his grasp of the distance around him had improved. He would not touch the fine steel wall of the dark room. Obviously, it was a clear improvement.
On the sixth day, Chen Zong felt agitated again.
Without warning, it suddenly appeared for no reason. He could not focus on practicing qi and blood or sword art. Even if he tried his best to relieve himself, it was difficult. It swept over him like a tide.
"It's so boring."
"Why is it like this?"
"Is there anyone here?"
"Let me out."
In the dark room, Chen Zong yelled and tried his best to vent. He punched the fine steel wall with his fists. There seemed to be a ball of evil fire burning in his heart.
No one responded. The evil fire seemed to be burning more and more vigorously. He almost went crazy.
He punched and kicked. His fists were burning with pain. He pulled out his sword and slashed the fine steel wall again and again. The ear-piercing sound pierced his eardrums and tore his brain. It made Chen Zong more agitated, but there was also an inexplicable pleasure. He could not stop at all.
Until he was exhausted, Chen Zong lay on the ground and gasped for breath.
Time in the dark room felt very long. Every second seemed to be ten times or dozens of times longer. It was more difficult to pass.
After the sixth day, Chen Zong's sense of time became more vague. He had no idea how much time had passed.
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