Qingyun Back Cliff.
Ye Ping stood frozen.
He had thought his senior brother would casually give him some manual, but never had he expected it to be such a supreme technique.
"Primordial God-Devil Body Refining Technique."
Just hearing the name told him it was an unparalleled cultivation method.
Otherwise, how would it dare call itself primordial? How would it dare invoke gods and devils?
This!
This!
This!
Ye Ping's breathing began to quicken.
This truly was a Hidden Sect.
This truly was a Hidden Sect!
If this was not a Hidden Sect, then what was?
Ye Ping's breathing grew ragged.
But Su Changyu misunderstood.
He instinctively assumed Ye Ping had noticed something suspicious, so he braced himself and explained.
"Junior Brother, your senior brother found this in an ancient ruin. I do not know the origins of this cultivation method either. But cultivators like us cannot merely practice the sword. Body Cultivation and Spirit Cultivation are both indispensable."
"You missed the best period for Spirit Cultivation, and your spiritual roots are extremely poor. Focusing on Body Cultivation first may perhaps be a good thing."
Su Changyu was purely talking nonsense.
Because no such saying had ever existed in the cultivation world.
Most Body Cultivators only considered Body Cultivation because their spiritual roots were too poor and they truly had no other choice.
At the Qi Refining Realm, Body Cultivation did have some advantages. After all, Qi Refining Realm cultivators were still at a low-martial stage, so Body Cultivation had some use.
But once one reached the Foundation Establishment Realm, the usefulness of Body Cultivation grew less and less.
A Golden Core powerhouse could kill someone a thousand miles away with a single flying sword.
Could a Body Cultivation expert kill an enemy a thousand miles away with one punch?
Unless this manual was real.
But was that possible?
Su Changyu had read this manual. It was complete nonsense, though it boasted so extravagantly that if he had not cultivated before, even Su Changyu might have been fooled.
But in truth, aside from one portion that contained genuine body-refining techniques, most of it was theoretical drivel.
That was why Su Changyu had given this manual to Ye Ping.
It would at least give Ye Ping something to do, so he would not keep comprehending Sword Marks. One or two days would be fine, but over time, he would surely grow tired of it.
Moreover, Su Changyu himself needed time to study the sword manual, so using this manual to stall Ye Ping posed no problem at all.
As for whether Ye Ping could learn it?
Su Changyu was not about to plant a flag.
Ye Ping's comprehension of the Four Thunder Sword Technique from the Sword Marks still had some basis to it.
But if Ye Ping managed to master a manual filled with such nonsense, Su Changyu would swallow every flying sword in Qingzhou.
"Your junior brother understands. Thank you, Senior Brother, for bestowing this technique upon me."
Ye Ping not only understood Su Changyu's words, but understood them very well.
Cultivators with poor aptitude generally needed to refine their bodies and improve their own condition through Body Cultivation.
That way, they could cultivate both spirit and body.
Normally, they could face enemies outside with Daoist arts and sword techniques. But at crucial moments, they could suppress their opponents with body techniques, catching their enemies completely off guard.
Then they could add, "Sorry, but Body Cultivation is actually what I am best at."
At that thought, Ye Ping could not help growing even more excited.
"Since you understand, that is for the best. Alright, come tell your senior brother if anything comes up. Just read through this manual. If you truly cannot learn it, do not force yourself, understood?"
"Even if you do practice it, first condense the complete Sword Momentum of the Four Thunder Sword Technique."
Su Changyu gave him several instructions before leaving.
"Take care, Senior Brother."
Ye Ping saw Su Changyu off.
Soon, after Su Changyu had left, Ye Ping suppressed his excitement and tucked the Primordial God-Devil Body Refining Technique into his robes.
Then he continued comprehending the Sword Marks.
Perhaps because he was excited, Ye Ping's comprehension speed grew faster and faster.
His mind was now filled with nothing but the Primordial God-Devil Body Refining Technique.
Mainly because the Four Thunder Sword Technique, well, sounded just so-so.
But the Primordial God-Devil Body Refining Technique was entirely different.
God-Demon Body Refining sounded utterly wild, domineering, cool, and overpowered.
What was a mere Four Thunder Sword Technique worth?
Drawing forth heavenly lightning to attack—was that not something anyone with hands could do?
Yet Ye Ping also knew.
A God-Demon body-refining art like this would definitely be difficult to master, so he had to devote himself to learning it wholeheartedly. He could not chase two hares at once, or he would fail at Body Cultivation and swordsmanship alike—dropping the watermelon without even picking up a sesame seed.
And so, in the blink of an eye, two days passed.
Late at night.
Su Changyu stared at the sword manual in his hands, his entire person sunk into silence.
This sword manual was one Grand Hua Daoist had spent a fortune to buy.
It contained Daoist arts. As long as one opened the sword manual, the first person to read it would receive enlightenment poured directly into their mind, allowing them to swiftly grasp the Sword Moves within.
Yet Su Changyu had been studying it for two full days.
And he still had not comprehended the true essence of its Sword Moves.
This left Su Changyu in silence.
At the same time, he felt somewhat nervous.
According to Grand Hua Daoist, Su Changyu was supposed to learn this sword manual within three or four days, then teach it to Ye Ping.
Yet he simply could not learn it. How could Su Changyu not feel miserable?
Most importantly—
Su Changyu felt that this was unreasonable.
His aptitude might have been ordinary, but the sword manual had Daoist arts imprinted within it. It should have granted him the benefit of enlightenment poured directly into his mind.
So why the hell could he still not learn it?
Had they not said anyone with hands could do it?
I even used my feet. Why have I still not learned it?
Could it be that Su Changyu was truly unsuited to practicing the sword in this life?
Su Changyu felt miserable.
If there had been no comparison, he would never have thought his talent was poor.
But now that Ye Ping was there for comparison, Su Changyu began to feel miserable.
However, Su Changyu was not upset at the moment because of his talent.
He had never considered his talent particularly good.
The main reason for his misery was this sword manual.
If Grand Hua Daoist learned that he had failed to comprehend this sword manual, Grand Hua Daoist would probably come at him with a blade.
Five hundred spirit stones.
Four hundred and fifty spirit stones after the discount. That was an income Qingyun Dao Sect could only earn after several hundred years.
And he still had not comprehended it?
Honestly, Su Changyu would not forgive himself, let alone Grand Hua Daoist.
"What do I do? What do I do? This is so hard!"
Like an ant on a hot pan, Su Changyu kept asking himself what he should do.
After a long while, Su Changyu finally thought of a solution.
"Right. Even if I have not learned the Sword Moves, the sword manual has explanations. I do not need to teach the Sword Moves to Junior Brother at all. Would it not be enough to extract the core points and teach those to him?"
"If Junior Brother learns it, that just means he is talented. If he cannot, it cannot be blamed on me. Who says a genius must be proficient in everything?"
All of a sudden, Su Changyu had thought of a solution.
Though he himself did not really understand the River Flow Sword Manual, he could make things up. Wherever he did not understand, he could simply explain it using his own theories.
At that thought, Su Changyu finally revealed a smile.
Immediately, Su Changyu opened the sword manual. After reading through it carefully from beginning to end, he pushed open his door and planned to visit Ye Ping.
A quarter of an hour later.
Qingyun Dao Sect.
It was incomparably tranquil.
Su Changyu walked quietly toward the Back Cliff alone.
But just then—
A clap of thunder exploded.
The trees trembled.
In an instant, Su Changyu froze.
He looked toward the Back Cliff, and his entire person fell silent. The smile on his face gradually faded.
He could sense it.
That thunderclap just now was the result of Sword Momentum reaching great completion.
It had only been half a day.
Ye Ping had directly comprehended the Autumn Thunder and Winter Thunder Sword Intents.
Su Changyu truly did not know what to say.
Especially once midnight arrived.
For some inexplicable reason, Su Changyu's mood became incomparably melancholy and low.
He did not continue toward the Back Cliff.
Instead, he quietly went alone to a deserted place.
Even Su Changyu himself did not know what had been wrong with him lately.
Whenever midnight arrived, his mood became incomparably melancholy.
And the condition seemed to be getting worse and worse.
Scattered moonlight passed through the clouds.
Slipping past the crowds, it stole into the depths of the sea.
Born human, I am sorry.
For some reason, such a sentence surfaced in Su Changyu's mind.
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