The morning light is faint, and the bamboo forest in the courtyard rustles in the early summer breeze. Crystal dewdrops hang on the emerald green bamboo leaves, reflecting the fine light.
Fang Han stood in the open space in front of the bamboo forest, Cloudsplitter Sword pointed diagonally at the ground, closed his eyes and concentrated.
Since switching to <Azure Profound Art>, his daily practice schedule has become more compact.
Practice Internal Qi in the morning, meditate on Sword Technique in the morning, hammer on the Flesh Refining body in the afternoon, practice Body Movement in the evening, and sit quietly at night to adjust your breath and recharge your energy.
Day after day, without interruption.
Because he knows that although he is now ranked sixth in Prodigy Ranking, and looking at the younger generation of Qingyang Prefecture, he is already among the top few, but this does not mean that he can relax.
Because his opponents are not only the younger generation.
The masters of the older generation may also become enemies.
Although there is a tacit understanding between Seven Sects that Elder should not take action against their disciples, this tacit understanding is not unbreakable.
Not long ago, he personally experienced the interception of the Nether Pavilion Second Grade Elder Yin Wugou.
If Zhou Jin Elder hadn't arrived in time, the consequences would have been disastrous.
That experience was like a thorn, deeply piercing his heart, reminding him all the time that in the martial arts path, without extreme strength, there would be no real safety.
Strength, only absolutely strong strength, is the foundation for a stable life.
"Whoosh!"
Fang Han opened his eyes, Cloudsplitter Sword slowly thrust out.
This sword is not fast, it can even be said to be very slow, so slow that every inch of movement is clearly visible.
But as the tip of the sword moved, a faint ripple appeared in the air. The ripple was vaguely present, as if it was just an illusion caused by the refraction of sunlight.
However, if there is a strong person among Upper Third Grade here, he will definitely see that it is not an illusion.
That is a wisp of Sword Intent that has not yet formed, it can be called Sword Intent Embryo.
Different from practicing the master-level Horizontal Training Kung Fu <Black Tortoise True Art> without any foundation, he has the Perfection Realm top Sword Technique<Void-Sundering Nine Swords> as the basis for practicing the master-level Sword Technique<Void-Sundering Sword Manual>.
With a basic foundation, his cultivation speed was obviously faster. It was like being in a high position. Everything fell into place. In just over a month, he had already figured out Sword Intent Embryo.
Just go one step further and truly understand Sword Intent, <Void-Sundering Sword Manual> and you can Beginner stage.
"However, it is not easy to go further!"
Fang Han put away his sword and frowned slightly.
After comprehending Sword Intent Embryo, he felt that there was only a thin barrier between him and the comprehension of "Wind Sword Intent" recorded in <Void-Sundering Sword Manual>. It was within reach, but he could never truly break through.
This feeling has lasted for several days.
He knew that the reason for this phenomenon was that this film seemed to be within reach, but in fact it was not easy to break through.
This is true even if he owns 128 times Sword Art Talent Amplification.
After all, this is a kind of transformation from potential to Artistic Conception. In martial arts training, anything involving transformation will be extremely difficult.
Of course, once a breakthrough is made, the benefits that can be obtained will be extremely huge.
"Artistic Conception's realization is indeed difficult."
He whispered to himself, but his expression remained calm.
The deeper you go into martial arts practice, the more difficult it becomes. This is true for Internal Qi's practice, and the same is true for Artistic Conception's understanding.
From potential to Artistic Conception, it is a qualitative leap. Throughout the ages, this step has stopped many amazing and talented people.
This step cannot be rushed!
"There's no rush."
Fang Han took a deep breath, suppressed the anxiety in his heart, and closed his eyes again.
In my mind, the verses of <Void-Sundering Sword Manual> slowly flowed by.
Those descriptions of "Artistic Conception" and those explanations of "Void Sundering" echoed in his heart over and over again.
I don't know how long it took--
He opened his eyes again.
Cloudsplitter Sword thrust out again.
This time, it was still very slow, but the moment the sword thrust out, the very faint ripples in the air seemed to be a little more solid than before.
Fang Han put away his sword, a flash of understanding flashed in his eyes.
Not enough.
But the direction is right.
He stopped thinking about it and cast <Void-Sundering Sword Manual> over and over again.
The sword light flickered in the courtyard, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, sometimes hard and sometimes soft.
Those sword moves that were already familiar to him were repeated over and over again in his hands, each time with subtle adjustments. Each adjustment made him perceive the threshold more clearly.
A few days later.
In the early morning, the sun shines through the branches and leaves of the bamboo forest, casting mottled light and shadow on the ground.
Fang Han stood in the courtyard, closing his eyes and concentrating.
Today, he had a vague feeling that the barrier was so thin that it was almost non-existent.
He did not rush to draw his sword, but stood quietly, letting his mind sink into a mysterious state of emptiness.
In my mind, the verses of <Void-Sundering Sword Manual> no longer flow, and the changes in those sword moves no longer appear.
There is only a sword light.
A sword light that is extremely light and simple, yet seems to contain the most important principles of heaven and earth.
The sword light slowly passed through his heart, and wherever it passed, a thin trace opened in the void.
Then, he opened his eyes.
Cloudsplitter Sword unsheathed.
This sword was neither fast nor slow, neither hard nor soft, it was just a simple thrust.
However, the moment the sword thrust out--
An indescribable aura suddenly came out of Fang Han.
The breath was extremely sharp, with a terrifying tearing Artistic Conception, as if it could tear everything into pieces.
The bamboo forest in the courtyard, which was originally swaying gently in the breeze, suddenly stopped for a moment.
The next moment--
"Click."
There was a very light and thin cracking sound.
A bamboo as thick as a baby's arm was broken into two pieces. The fracture was as smooth as a mirror, as if it had been cut by an invisible sharp blade.
Immediately afterwards, cracking sounds were heard one after another.
"Click, click, click--"
One stick, two sticks, three sticks...
More than ten bamboos broke almost at the same time, and the bamboo tips fell and hit the ground with a dull sound.
On the ground, scratches appeared out of thin air, criss-crossing and reaching an inch deep.
On the ground paved with bluestone, the gravel cracked, leaving hideous traces.
There were also several deep scratches on the distant courtyard wall, as if they had been cut repeatedly by invisible sharp blades.
With Fang Han as the center, everything within a few feet was being torn apart silently.
The bamboo forest is broken, the ground is cracked, and the courtyard walls are mottled.
Those cracks have no pattern, but they reveal a heart-stopping sharpness.
And Fang Han just stands with a sword.
His sword was still pointing forward, and at the tip of the sword, a thin trace appeared in the air, which lingered for a long time.
The terrifying aura on his body still continued, as if it would never end.
At the courtyard gate, Qui Lan was whispering something to two Maid.
Suddenly, she stopped talking and looked towards the courtyard involuntarily.
There was a strange sound coming from there.
"What sound?"
One Maid asked doubtfully.
Qui Lan didn't answer, she walked quickly towards the courtyard.
The moment you walk through Corridor and step into the courtyard--
Her steps suddenly stopped.
The scene in front of her made her pupils suddenly shrink.
The usually lush bamboo forest in the courtyard was now a mess.
More than ten bamboos were broken to the ground, their tips were scattered, and their branches and leaves were messy.
The ground was crisscrossed with countless deep scratches, as if it had been plowed repeatedly by countless sharp blades.
The ground paved with bluestones, which was originally flat and smooth, was now full of cracks and broken stones.
On the far courtyard wall, there were also several deep scratches, which were shocking.
And the center of it all--
The green-robed figure stood with a sword in his hand, and there was a heart-stopping sharp aura surrounding him.
Qui Lan's breathing stagnated involuntarily.
She didn't understand what happened, nor what those scratches that appeared out of thin air meant.
But she could feel that the Fang Han at this moment was completely different from the past.
That feeling cannot be described in words.
Just instinctively feeling awe, feeling... fear.
Behind him, two Maid also rushed over. Seeing the scene in the courtyard, they also stood blankly on the spot, with pale faces.
"This... this is..."
One Maid spoke tremblingly, his voice so soft that it was almost inaudible.
Qui Lan did not answer, but raised his hand to stop Maid from speaking.
She just stood quietly at the courtyard gate, looking at the green-robed figure, her eyes filled with indescribable awe.
For fear of being disturbed, I didn't dare to make the slightest sound.
I could only watch from a distance like this, watching that figure, watching the palpitating aura around him, slowly shrinking.
A long time.
Fang Han's aura finally subsided.
That terrifying sharpness receded like the tide, and finally disappeared completely.
He sheathed the sword, and Cloudsplitter Sword made a soft "clang" sound when sheathing it.
He lowered his head and glanced at the criss-crossed scratches at his feet, and then at the dozen or so broken bamboos, and a faint joy appeared on his face.
"<Void-Sundering Sword Manual>, Beginner stage."
He successfully transformed 10% Wind Momentum into Wind Sword Intent.
Even among Upper Third Grade warriors, there are very few who can understand Sword Intent.
And he, with his cultivation level of Third Grade Early Stage, has already crossed this threshold. Not to say unique, but definitely extremely rare.
According to the description in <Void-Sundering Sword Manual>, after understanding Sword Intent, the power of Sword Technique will increase more than ten times.
This is no exaggeration.
Because Sword Intent is a deeper resonance and control of the power of heaven and earth.
The same is Sword Technique, with Artistic Conception and without Artistic Conception, there is a huge difference.
He raised his eyes and scanned the mess in the courtyard.
The bamboo forest is broken, the ground is cracked, and the courtyard walls are mottled.
These are just the residual power of Sword Intent leaked.
If it is truly unleashed, to what extent will its power be achieved?
An indescribable expectation surged in his heart.
At the courtyard gate, Qui Lan and others were still standing quietly.
Fang Han turned around, looked at her, and said.
"Nothing, let me clean it up."
His voice was flat, without any emotion.
"Yes, senior brother."
Qui Lan was startled for a moment, then came back to his senses and quickly bowed and responded.
She turned around and told the two Maid to get the tools, but she still stood there, looking at the green-robed figure who turned around and walked towards Quiet Room.
She didn't let out a long breath until the figure disappeared behind the Quiet Room door.
The invisible feeling of oppression finally dissipated completely.
She lowered her head and glanced at her slightly trembling hands, a hint of complexity flashed in her eyes.
Senior brother's strength has become stronger again.