Purple Sun Art

The faint morning light cast a glow as Su Yu, stepping through the dew-kissed grass, arrived before the Scripture Repository.

The ancient building emerged and faded in the morning mist, wind chimes at the eaves tinkling crisply with the breeze.

Pushing open the heavy wooden door, Su Yu immediately spotted a familiar figure.

Wei Changqing, still clad in his gray robe, was leaning in a rattan chair, seemingly dozing, just as he had been when they first met months ago.

"Elder Wei," Su Yu approached and bowed respectfully. "I am disciple Su Yu. I just entered the inner sect yesterday and have come to select a cultivation technique and a martial skill."

Without even lifting his eyelids, the old man habitually replied, "Go up to the second floor. Select a Human-grade High-tier cultivation technique and a Low-grade Yellow-tier martial skill. Finish within fifteen minutes, no overtime..."

Mid-sentence, the elder suddenly opened his cloudy eyes, straightened up, and said, "Wait... you're Su Yu?"

"Disciple is indeed Su Yu," Su Yu replied, cupping his hands.

Wei Changqing's originally cloudy eyes suddenly gleamed with sharp light as he scrutinized Su Yu. "Young Master Mu specifically came to greet me yesterday and said you would be here today."

The old man let out a soft snort. "For that arrogant Sword Maniac to personally make a trip, you're no ordinary kid."

As he spoke, Wei Changqing suddenly recalled something, a flicker of surprise in his eyes. "You actually managed to cultivate the Lone Peak Sword Art?"

He carefully examined the faint Sword Intent emanating from Su Yu. "I misjudged you that day. I didn't expect you truly had this talent."

Su Yu was about to offer a humble reply, but Wei Changqing waved his hand, interrupting him. "Talent is talent. This old man hates those hypocritical pleasantries the most."

He pointed to the second floor. "Go ahead. Select a Low-grade Yellow-tier cultivation technique and a Mid-grade Yellow-tier martial skill, according to the standards for a Core Disciple. Remember, you only have half an hour."

The old man paused, then added, "On the bookshelf in the northwest corner, there are a few specially marked texts that might suit you. However..."

He gave Su Yu a meaningful look. "Whether you can find truly good things depends on your discernment and luck."

Su Yu bowed deeply. "Thank you for your guidance, Elder Wei."

As Su Yu passed the first floor, he unexpectedly saw a disciple engrossed in studying the Lone Peak Sword Art manual. He couldn't help but smile. Did I make this manual popular?

With this subtle thought, he ascended the stairs to the second floor.

The layout of the second floor was more spacious than he had imagined, with rows of sandalwood bookshelves exuding a faint, elegant fragrance.

Su Yu first went to the cultivation technique section, where Human-grade High-tier and Low-grade Yellow-tier cultivation technique texts were neatly categorized.

He casually picked up a copy of the Blazing Sun Art. The title page, written in bold strokes, read: "Draw the sun into the body, transform fire into essence; fierce and blazing, it burns evil and breaks through barriers."

Flipping to the back, he found detailed annotations: "Spiritual Power possesses a scorching attribute, its power is astonishing, capable of melting gold and forging iron."

"Truly extraordinary," Su Yu murmured in admiration. "Human-grade cultivation techniques are incomparable."

But as he felt the Spiritual Power circulating within him, he shook his head. "Unfortunately, the attribute doesn't match."

He then picked up a copy of the Cold Ice Art. It stated: "Condense the world's cold Qi, refine it into gentle True Essence; use ice to sculpt the meridians, freezing all evil."

It was also astonishingly powerful, but equally unsuitable for his physique.

Recalling Elder Wei's hint, Su Yu headed straight for the bookshelf in the northwest corner.

The lighting here was dim, and a thin layer of dust coated the texts, clearly indicating they were rarely touched.

Suddenly, a copy of the Purple Sun Art caught his eye. Its spine shimmered with a faint purple-gold light. "Absorb the morning sun's purple Qi, refine it into pure Spiritual Qi; the purple sun illuminates the meridians, breaking dawn and dispelling all evil."

The opening passage alone sent a jolt through Su Yu.

Continuing to flip through it, he discovered an even more astonishing detail: the cultivation technique had seven layers. Upon reaching the highest layer, one could convert a portion of their Spiritual Power into True Essence.

True Essence! Su Yu gasped.

That was the power possessed by experts in the Essence Transformation Realm.

If one could convert Spiritual Power into True Essence while still in the Spirit Condensation Realm, not only would their strength skyrocket, allowing them to challenge opponents far above their level with ease, but more importantly, breaking through to the Essence Transformation Realm in the future would be a natural progression, with virtually no bottlenecks.

This cultivation technique... Su Yu's fingers trembled slightly. Is it really just Low-grade Yellow-tier?

He carefully examined the cover, confirming it was indeed so, and felt even more incredulous.

If Elder Wei hadn't pointed him here, he would have surely missed this miraculous technique.

When he moved to the martial skill section, a copy of the Flowing Cloud Sword Art made Su Yu's eyes light up.

Could this be an advanced version of the Flowing Cloud Sword Style?

Opening the title page, he read: "The sword is like flowing clouds, the intent like a clear breeze; formless and intangible, transforming with the heart's desire."

It meticulously detailed five exquisite sword moves, each one profoundly mysterious.

These are the ones. Su Yu carefully carried the two texts downstairs.

When Elder Wei saw the Purple Sun Art, a glint flashed in his cloudy eyes. "Good lad, you actually found it."

He stroked the book's cover, his tone turning serious. "However, I must warn you, since this cultivation technique was collected, fewer than three people have managed to reach its highest level. Consider the dangers involved carefully."

Su Yu bowed solemnly. "Thank you for your warning, Elder Wei. Disciple will certainly cultivate diligently."

By the time he left the Scripture Repository, the morning sun had already risen halfway into the sky.

In the faint morning light, Su Yu sat cross-legged beneath the ancient plum tree in the courtyard, a faint purple Spiritual Qi swirling around him.

For the past three days, he had not left his residence, dedicating himself entirely to cultivating the Purple Sun Art.

The first day was the most difficult.

As Su Yu followed the cultivation technique's instructions and attempted to convert the white spiritual energy cultivated by the Qi Nurturing Technique within his body into purple spiritual energy, his meridians were immediately assaulted by tearing pain.

Every wisp of spiritual energy converted felt like molten lava being injected into his meridians.

Sweat soaked through his clothes, only to evaporate into mist under the scorching spiritual power.

No wonder Elder Wei said few people can master it... Su Yu gritted his teeth and persevered, guiding the first wisp of purple morning sun energy into his body.

When this wisp of purple energy merged with the spiritual energy within him, he was pleasantly surprised to find that the spiritual energy, which had been loose like mist, had become solidified like water.

On the second day, the conversion speed clearly accelerated.

Su Yu discovered that as more and more purple energy entered his body, his meridians were subtly becoming more resilient.

The burning sensation that had previously caused him unbearable pain gradually turned into a comfortable warm current.

By the evening of the third day, the last wisp of white spiritual energy was finally completely converted to purple.

Su Yu looked inward and saw that the spiritual power flowing through his meridians was as clear and translucent as amethyst, several times purer than before.

Although the total amount had not increased significantly, the quality of each wisp of spiritual power had undergone a qualitative leap.

Peak of the third layer... Su Yu opened his eyes, a purple glint flashing and disappearing within them.

He casually drew the Lone Swan Sword and swung it gently. Purple energy coiled around the sword's edge, and a streak of purple sword qi shot out, leaving a roughly inch-deep gash in the bluestone ground of the courtyard.

This power... Su Yu clicked his tongue inwardly.

With the same move, if he had used his previous spiritual energy, it would have at most left shallow white marks on the stone surface.

Even more surprisingly, the consumption of spiritual power when executing martial skills had decreased by nearly thirty percent.

As the sun set, Su Yu stood with his sword sheathed.

It seems Elder Wei was right, Su Yu gazed at the sunset clouds and murmured to himself, this Purple Sun Art is indeed extraordinary. However, breaking through to the fourth layer will likely take more time.