Body Movement at Perfection! Leaping Across Eaves and Walking on Walls! Graceful as a Startled Swan, Supple as a Soaring Dragon!

Half a month later.

On an ordinary afternoon, Su Haoran was, as usual, practicing the Soaring Dragon Startling Swan Art in the open space before the Scripture Repository.

By now, he was no longer merely practicing its moves.

His figure shifted and darted within a confined space, at times slithering like a nimble snake without a sound; at others, swooping like a goshawk, incomparably swift and fierce.

The steps beneath his feet changed unpredictably, yet he never left a radius of three feet from his original spot.

The fallen leaves in the courtyard were swept up by the force of the wind he generated, yet not a single one could touch his monk robe.

His eyes were tightly shut, and he relied solely on his mind to sense everything around him.

The flow of the wind, the resistance of the air, the unevenness of the ground—all of it was reflected in the lake of his heart.

Once, then again.

He repeated the motions tirelessly, melding every detail of the technique into his instincts.

Finally, at a certain moment, as he slid sideways and narrowly avoided a fallen leaf swept up by the forceful wind, something within him seemed to crack softly and shatter without a sound.

An unprecedented feeling of lightness instantly spread through his limbs and bones!

His previously somewhat sluggish Qi and Blood suddenly flowed freely, surging along the unique meridian route of the Soaring Dragon Startling Swan Art with utter exhilaration!

Su Haoran abruptly stopped, his body standing steady. The forceful wind and fallen leaves he had stirred came to a sudden halt three inches before him, as though they had struck an invisible wall.

He opened his eyes, and a sharp gleam flashed through them.

"This feeling... I broke through!"

With a thought, the system panel appeared in his mind.

Technique: ...Soaring Dragon Startling Swan Art (Major Accomplishment 1%)

Just as expected!

Half a month of bitter cultivation, coupled with his astonishing fifteen points of comprehension, had directly pushed this profound movement technique to the realm of Major Accomplishment!

He could clearly feel that his body had become much lighter, as if it had broken free from some kind of restraint.

With the slightest movement, he could silently glide several feet away.

This was the movement technique of the Major Accomplishment realm!

Another half month passed.

Even Su Haoran himself had not expected that the first technique he would cultivate to the realm of Perfection would be this Soaring Dragon Startling Swan Art he had taken up halfway through.

Over the past month, aside from standing watch, he had devoted all his attention to cultivating this movement technique in the small courtyard beside the woodshed.

Perhaps the momentum emphasized by this technique happened to align perfectly with his nature, or perhaps his fifteen points of comprehension displayed unimaginable power in a technique requiring such exquisite control.

That night, the moon was bright and the stars were sparse.

Su Haoran's figure turned into a faint azure shadow within the courtyard, so fast that it was nearly impossible to catch with the naked eye.

He was no longer simply moving.

He was floating!

The tips of his feet lightly touched the ground at times, stepped upon woodpiles at others, and at still others borrowed force from the courtyard wall. Every movement flowed like drifting clouds and flowing water, filled with an indescribable rhythm.

He seemed to merge with the night wind. The wind was him, and he was the wind.

Just as his body rose and the tip of his foot lightly tapped the top of the wall, preparing to descend once more, an indescribably profound sensation suddenly surged into his heart.

He felt that his understanding of space and distance had been completely overturned at this moment!

A distance that had originally required several steps to cross now seemed, in his eyes, reachable with a mere light drift.

It was an illusion of shrinking the earth to an inch!

"Break!"

Su Haoran gave a low shout in his heart, and the Qi and Blood within him thundered into motion along a brand-new, more seamless and perfect trajectory!

Bzzzz—!

A faint tremor, as though it came from the depths of his soul, rang out.

His body, which had already exhausted its strength and was about to fall, incredibly rose another half foot in midair!

At this moment, his entire aura became ethereal and uncertain, as though he might ride the wind away at any time.

Perfection!

The Soaring Dragon Startling Swan Art had reached Perfection!

Su Haoran slowly landed, making not the slightest sound beneath his feet, as light as a feather.

He spread out his hand and looked at his own body, his eyes filled with shock.

Technique: ...Soaring Dragon Startling Swan Art (Perfection)

Prompt: Because the Soaring Dragon Startling Swan Art has reached Perfection, your innate physique has been tempered. Comprehension +1

Name: Su Haoran

Lifespan: 18 years

Techniques: Meditation Scripture (Major Accomplishment 22%), Arhat Fist (Major Accomplishment 71%), Iron Cloth Shirt (Major Accomplishment 45%), Soaring Dragon Startling Swan Art (Perfection)

Comprehension: 16 (Extraordinary Talent)

His comprehension had really increased!

He had gone from "unusual bones" to "extraordinary talent"!

Su Haoran suppressed the joy in his heart and carefully experienced the changes brought by the realm of Perfection.

This was no longer merely about being faster.

Rather, it was the ultimate manifestation of utilizing the environment and borrowing strength.

With a thought, he exerted the slightest force beneath his feet, and his entire body became like a wisp of weightless blue smoke, instantly gliding several zhang across the ground!

He looked toward the wall of the woodshed beside him. It was built from rough mountain stones and mud, about one zhang high.

In his previous life, when he watched martial arts films as a child, what he had envied most was that supreme lightness skill of leaping across eaves and walking on walls.

And now...

He took a deep breath, leaned his body slightly forward, and suddenly exerted force with both legs!

Whoosh!

His figure vanished from where he stood. In the next instant, he had appeared upon the wall!

His feet ran rapidly across the vertical wall as though it were level ground. His body was nearly parallel to the earth, yet there was not the slightest sign of him falling!

One step, two steps, three steps!

In only three steps, he effortlessly reached the roof. Then he spread his body like a great roc spreading its wings and lightly drifted back into the courtyard.

The entire process took no more than a single breath!

"Leaping across eaves and walking on walls... I really did it!"

An unprecedented brilliance burst from Su Haoran's eyes.

The feeling of turning the impossible into possible, of completely breaking free from the shackles of physical laws, intoxicated him!

His gaze involuntarily turned toward the Scripture Repository not far away, which resembled a slumbering giant beast beneath the moonlight.

The ancient tower rose nine stories high, with upturned eaves and interlocking brackets, magnificent and imposing.

A powerful impulse surged up from the depths of his heart.

He had a feeling that, so long as he wished it, he could climb all the way to the top of the tower like a nimble swallow, following those layered upturned eaves, and look down upon the entire Prajna Temple!

But reason instantly suppressed that impulse.

The Scripture Repository was sacred ground within the temple, surrounded by experts and guarded by many unfathomable old monks.

With his meager ability, showing off before them would be no different from brandishing an axe before Lu Ban—seeking his own death.

"I can't try it in the temple, but the back mountain..."

Su Haoran's heart stirred, and an excellent testing ground appeared in his mind.

There was a waterfall on the back mountain. In the mountain stream beneath it, craggy and strange rocks scoured by water for hundreds and thousands of years were everywhere.

Those stones were soaked in moisture all year round and covered in slick moss. Even the mountain apes could hardly find footing upon them.

This was precisely the best place to test his perfected Soaring Dragon Startling Swan Art!

The night was deep. Su Haoran silently left the woodshed, merging into the thick darkness like a phantom.

Before long, he arrived beneath the waterfall.

"Rumble—"

A tremendous torrent poured down from a cliff dozens of zhang high, smashing into the pool and sending mist flying into the air with terrifying force.

Su Haoran drew a deep breath of icy air saturated with water vapor and swept his gaze over the slick mountain rocks glimmering darkly beneath the moonlight.

The next moment, he moved!

With a flash, he appeared atop the first rock jutting out of the water. The tip of his foot touched down lightly upon the slippery moss, yet he did not slip in the slightest, standing as steady as a boulder!

Before his body had even steadied itself, he borrowed force once more and drifted toward another rock that was farther away and more perilous.

His movement technique was graceful as a startled swan, supple as a soaring dragon.

Among those wet, slippery rocks where ordinary people could scarcely set foot, he moved as if walking on level ground, shifting and turning as his speed grew ever faster.

Water splashed his monk robe wet, but he paid it no heed. His entire being was wholly immersed in this sensation of extreme control.

His body stretched at times and curled at others. Every movement fitted perfectly with the surrounding environment, as though he had been born to traverse these rushing currents and treacherous shoals.

One incense stick later, Su Haoran came ashore from the other end of the mountain stream, drenched from head to toe but wearing an exhilarated smile.

The power of the perfected Soaring Dragon Startling Swan Art far exceeded his imagination!

It was not merely fast—it was stable! An absolute control that remained unmoved even if Mount Tai collapsed before him!

"If I crossed those plum blossom stakes again with my current movement technique..."

A trace of confidence flashed through Su Haoran's eyes.

"Back then, I relied on my comprehension to calculate the safest route, taking one step at a time, treading as though upon thin ice."

"And now... those so-called plum blossom stakes are nothing more than flat ground in my eyes!"