Inside the cultivation chamber.
"Third Blood Forging is indeed somewhat troublesome. I cannot afford to stand still here either."
Wu Ming held the Crimson Serpent Spear in his hand and slowly closed his eyes. The long spear trembled in his grasp, shaking out one spear-flower after another.
Some of these spear-flowers were fierce and forceful, while others were supple as rain. The spear techniques contained lifts, chops, thrusts, stabs, smashes, rolls, shakes, and coils—many different spear forms, all clearly distinct from one another, yet none exceeded the two words: "hardness" and "softness."
As Wu Ming swung his spear, there was no fear or timidity in his heart. He did not feel the slightest tension over Guo Xiang's breakthrough to Third Blood Forging. His entire being was in a state of absolute calm, his heart like still water, without a single ripple.
He simply swung the long spear in self-forgetfulness. At some point, each move and stance no longer followed a fixed system. One move came from the Falling Leaf Spear Technique, the next linked into the Stone Splitting Spear Technique, followed by another move from the Wind Chaser Spear Technique.
Different spear techniques flowed continuously from his hands. Once a thought arose, whichever move came to mind was the move he unleashed. These moves seemed to belong to entirely different systems—some followed a fierce and forceful path, others a supple and yielding one. Thus, their transitions were exceedingly stiff, and every shift between hardness and softness brought an indescribable sense of discomfort.
However,
As Wu Ming continued wielding his spear, the discomfort of those interwoven hard and soft forces gradually began to fade. As he moved the spear, he no longer confined himself to individual moves and stances, nor to the superficial fierceness or coiling softness of their force. Instead,