The Heart That Pursued Martial Arts

Yi Yun, inside the Cold Iron Blood Pearl Array, was completely immersed in his own world.

Yi Yun ignored the comments from General Yan and the young master of Jingzhou around him.

He felt that the space within a foot around his body was his domain, and this feeling of being able to completely control a small area of space fascinated Yi Yun!

Since arriving in this strange world, as Yi Yun's understanding of martial arts has deepened, he has become increasingly passionate about exploring it.

Martial arts are like a magnificent treasure trove, containing countless mysteries and profound truths, waiting for martial artists to explore them tirelessly.

And each time a higher goal is sought and a deeper meaning is understood, it brings surprises.

Yi Yun still remembers the time he flew across the Great Wilderness with Lin Xin Tong, the feeling of having the endless mountains and valleys under his feet was intoxicating.

There's also the chance to fight powerful ferocious beasts in the Barren Human Valley and enjoy the exhilaration that power brings.

Not to mention the status and position gained after possessing power, the respect received, the happiness brought to family and friends, the feeling of being able to vent one's anger and vengeance, to rule the world, and to realize the principle of karmic retribution.

All of this instilled in Yi Yun a longing; he yearned to continuously climb higher and explore the highest levels of martial arts.

A person's life is short, barely a hundred years, passing by in a flash.

Yi Yun obtained the Origin Purple Crystal, a bizarre divine object that might even have caused the Great Wilderness Purple Cloud Emergence. With such a divine object in hand, he should have been able to roam freely across the world, enjoy life to the fullest, and write his own legend. Instead, he should have been mediocre and indulged in momentary pleasures. Even if he had many wives and concubines and enjoyed wealth and glory, after only a few hundred years, he would have ended up as nothing more than a handful of dust.

Vegetables and rice can grow in a year, ultimately ending up in the stomachs of mortals. But rare stones like gold and jade require millions of years to be sculpted. Their brilliance, therefore, endures for millions of years...

Yi Yun knew that he was still in the process of being sculpted, and he needed enough patience, perseverance, and courage to complete it.

During this time within the Cold Iron Blood Pearl Formation, Yi Yun touched the threshold of the Great Perfection of the Subtle Movement Technique, which also strengthened his resolve to practice martial arts.

Time passed second by second, until half an hour later, Yi Yun was completely exhausted and gradually broke free from that mysterious feeling.

After leaving the Cold Iron Blood Pearl Formation, Yi Yun looked around and saw that whether it was the young masters of Jingzhou or the disciples of the Great Wilderness, they were all looking at him as if he were a monster.

In those gazes, there was awe, envy, jealousy, and worship...

"Brother Yi, you're amazing..."

The young men of the Great Wilderness said this from the bottom of their hearts.

Yi Yun said, "I only have an advantage in Movement Techniques; as for other aspects, I'm not good at them."

Yi Yun was telling the truth; his Movement Technique Subtle Movement, thanks to his exceptional comprehension. Many of his peers could only dream of such a level.

As for other aspects, Yi Yun is also good, but not to an abnormal level.

The young masters of Jingzhou were now looking at Yi Yun with a hint of evasion. Song Zijun had already reached his limit at the sixteenth difficulty level, only lasting for the time it takes for An Incense Stick. Yi Yun, at the seventeenth difficulty level, had been manipulating the clouds and rain for a full quarter of an hour.

This strength really slapped them in the face.

"Anyone else want to take on the challenge?"

Yan Menglong asked, and the entire room fell silent. "Are you kidding me? Who can beat Yi Yun?"

Seeing this scene, Yan Menglong laughed and said, "My Brocade Dragon Guard fears neither competition nor challenge! We strive for the top and never admit defeat! On the training ground, even your superiors, even me, if you have the ability, you can pull me down! Today, Yi Yun's Movement Technique is the best. As promised, I will give you two weapons and two Bone Relic! Come on, follow me!"

Yan Menglong spoke, he waved to Yi Yun.

Zhang Tan patted Yi Yun on the shoulder and said enviously, "Kid, you're really something! General Yan rarely praises anyone so highly. I'm even envious of those two weapons from the first-class armory!"

Yi Yun smiled, but his mind was filled with various thoughts.

Weapons...

Choosing a weapon is a big deal.

The highest-level armory of the Brocade Dragon Guard in Tiandu is called the Tiandu Armory. It is located behind the Brocade Dragon Guard's Tiandu camp. The armory itself is entirely made of large, intact blocks of obsidian, giving it a majestic and rugged appearance from the outside.

The weapons treasured in the Heavenly Capital Armory are all the finest of the finest.

As soon as Yi Yun arrived at the entrance of the Tiandu Armory, he felt a chilling aura!

These are the finest weapons in the arsenal, exuding an aura of excellence.

These weapons are not all brand new. A significant portion of them have been on the battlefield, drunk blood, and some have even slain powerful human warriors or Great Wilderness with ancient blood!

Only weapons that have killed people will exude a murderous aura.

"How about it?"

Seeing Yi Yun's reaction, Yan Menglong asked with a smile.

"My blood is boiling!" Yi Yun replied briefly.

"Haha, great! Let's go in and take a look!"

Yan Menglong led the way, and Yi Yun entered the Tiandu Armory. He finally saw the scene inside. Unlike what Yi Yun had imagined, the weapons here were not placed on weapon racks, but were all stuck into large stones!

Each of the three-foot-square black stone platforms had a weapon stuck in it!

There were knives, swords, spears, and halberds!

As Yi Yun entered the armory, he was greeted by a spear over ten feet long, with a grotesque and exaggerated shape, resembling a twisted serpent, embedded in a rough stone base. The shaft of the spear was mottled brown, seemingly stained with blood.

Upon seeing the spear, Yi Yun was somewhat tempted. He stepped forward and touched it; the shaft was cold and hard, like a piece of iron that had been frozen overnight in winter.

Yan Menglong laughed loudly, "Kid, this spear is called Po Jun. It's called Po Jun because since ancient times, fierce generals have mostly used spears. With a spear in hand, you can charge in and out of the army seven times, which is incredibly exhilarating! However, the spear you're using now is too long!"

Yi Yun's body hadn't even fully grown yet, but this spear was already almost twice Yi Yun height.

Yi Yun nodded. This is just the beginning; there are plenty of weapons in this armory.

Yi Yun glanced at the eighteen kinds of weapons, which dazzled him, Yi Yun didn't know where to start.

He walked slowly, gently touching each weapon. Sometimes, Yi Yun would climb onto the stone platform and try to grasp the weapon's handle, looking for a special feeling that would make Yi Yun immediately recognize it as the right one.

However, after trying them out, Yi Yun felt that although every weapon in the armory was a masterpiece, and some even had extraordinary origins, to Yi Yun himself, the differences didn't seem to be that significant.

This left Yi Yun somewhat bewildered.

Yan Menglong gave Yi Yun a meaningful look. He saw through Yi Yun's thoughts and asked, "Is it that you can't decide which one to choose?"

Yi Yun thought for a moment and said, "I should say... we can't decide which one to choose!"

Many martial artists use only one weapon their entire lives: if they use a sword, they will always use a sword; if they use a spear, they will always use a spear!

Choosing a weapon naturally requires selecting the type that suits your needs; this is a very important matter.

Yan Menglong stroked his chin and said, "Yi Yun, some martial artists are naturally suited to a particular weapon. For example, I've seen born swordsmen who seem to have been born for the sword. If someone is like that, then of course they should choose the weapon that best suits them."

"But there are also some people who are insensitive to any weapon, or rather, any weapon suits them. For such people, there is no need to designate their own exclusive weapon; they can simply follow their heart!"

"Weapons are an extension of a martial artist's body. Some weapons are life itself. For example, the natural swordsman I met almost wanted to turn his entire body into a sword."

"Swordsmanship in such people is undoubtedly superb, but their combat effectiveness decreases sharply once they are separated from their swords! This is an extreme case, with both advantages and disadvantages!"

"People like them choose to adapt themselves to the weapon, but some people choose to adapt the weapon to themselves. These people are inherently strong, so they're good at any weapon they choose!"

"It's like martial arts techniques. The Tai'a Sacred Law is a top-tier technique, but it's not the entirety of techniques. You can choose to cultivate the Tai'a Sacred Law to its peak, or you can choose other techniques and integrate them all to your own advantage!"

"Neither of these two paths is inherently better. One is extreme, but it makes it easier for you to reach your full potential. The other has a wider range of applications, but it might lead you down many detours. The choice is yours."

Yan Menglong's words gave Yi Yun a lot of inspiration. This was the experience that came from his life experience, which gave Yi Yun a sense of sudden enlightenment.

"I understand." Yi Yun nodded; he had already made his decision. (To be continued~^~)