The seventh day, the eighth day, and the ninth day.
That threshold has become so thin that it is almost non-existent.
Day 10.
The Quiet Room was filled with the gentle fragrance of Sandalwood Incense.
Fang Han sat cross-legged on the futon, his eyes slightly closed, his aura calm and still as water.
The incantation of " Thousand-Mile Soul Lock " flowed through his heart, and that mysterious aura circulated between his nasal cavity and meridians, each cycle more harmonious and smoother than the last.
suddenly--
"Buzz..."
A soft hum, perceptible only to himself, resonated from the depths of his body.
The sound was so faint that it was almost imperceptible, yet it seemed to open an invisible door.
In an instant, his perceived world underwent a dramatic transformation.
The already clearly discernible aura became even more layered and subtle.
The faint scents that lingered in the air a month ago, which had long since faded to almost nothing, were now as clear to him as if they had remained from yesterday.
The source, direction, and strength of every breath are all under our control.
And the range of perception has expanded outwards dramatically.
From five li, to six li, to seven li, to eight li --
It stretched for a full ten miles before stopping.
Within a ten-mile radius, the wind rustles the grass, insects crawl, birds and beasts flit about—all their presence can be perceived.
" Thousand-Mile Soul Lock, Perfection Realm."
Fang Han slowly opened his eyes, a hint of undisguised joy flashing in them.
After ten days of cultivation, the High Grade- grade secret technique, < Thousand-Mile Soul Lock >, has finally Perfection Realm.
"Buzz--"
He stood up, his mind stirred, and he fully activated the Tracking Secret Technique that had reached its Perfection Realm.
That mysterious aura emanated from his nasal cavity and spread outwards.
Within a ten-mile radius, the very essence of all things is at my command.
Everything is clearly discernible and clearly defined.
"When one reaches the Greater Accomplishment, one can sense the hidden aura of a Grandmaster-level expert."
"Now that it has reached Perfection Realm, even a grandmaster who has cultivated Breath Concealment Secret Technique would probably find it difficult to escape my perception."
Fang Han murmured to himself, his voice echoing softly in the quiet Quiet Room.
Within a ten-mile radius, the wind rustles the grass, insects crawl, birds and beasts flit about—all their presence can be perceived.
The disciples walking on the mountain path exuded varying degrees of aura; some were steady, some were weak, some were sharp, and some were peaceful.
The source, direction, and strength of every breath are all under our control.
This feeling is absolutely wonderful.
"That grandmaster-level demon is adept at concealing its presence; even the Elder of the Seven Sects, skilled in tracking, failed to find its trail. But if we can discover any traces it left recently..."
Fang Han was confident that with his current Perfection Realm < Thousand-Mile Soul Lock >, his tracking ability was definitely superior to that of the Elder of the Seven Sects who were skilled in tracking.
If we can find any traces left by a Grandmaster-level demon recently, we can be extremely confident in tracking down this Grandmaster-level demon, if not absolutely certain.
"Secret techniques are ultimately quite useful!"
Fang Han said with deep feeling.
While the importance of esoteric techniques may not be as great as that of Internal Qi cultivation, Horizontal Training arts, Sword Art, or Body Movement, they can still be quite useful at times.
He understood this deeply.
If he hadn't Perfection Realm the < Return to Ruin Essence Concealment Art >, he probably would have been exposed long ago when he was plundering the Nether Pavilion's assets.
If he hadn't broken through the Thousand-Mile Soul Lock, he wouldn't even have been able to detect the presence of the Supreme Elder Gu Changqing.
"Now that both the High Grade Breath Concealment Secret Technique and the High Grade Tracking Secret Technique Perfection Realm, there is no further room for improvement..."
Fang Han pondered for a moment.
The High Grade Breath Concealment Secret Technique and the High Grade Tracking Secret Technique have been Perfection Realm. It's time to find some time to go to the Library Pavilion to see if there are any higher-level tracking and Breath Concealment Secret Technique.
If he could acquire higher-level Tracking Secret Technique, his abilities in these two areas would undoubtedly reach an even higher level.
At that time, the chances of tracking down that master-level demon will be much greater.
"Crackling and popping--"
Fang Han stood up and stretched his body, which was stiff from sitting for a long time; his joints made a series of fine cracking sounds.
He is in excellent overall condition.
In ten days, not only did he break through to the Perfection Realm with the < Thousand-Mile Soul Lock > technique, but his injuries were also fully recovered.
"Even with my current recovery speed Upper Third Grade martial artist, coupled with precious healing Danyao, it still took me ten days to recover, which is enough to show how serious this injury was."
Fang Han glanced down at his left shoulder, the spot where Xue Yuanlang's palm strike had struck.
In his battle with Xue Yuanlang, he fought with all his might and suffered extremely serious injuries.
Although the old man had lost an arm and was seriously injured, he still possessed the foundation of First Grade martial artist.
If his opponent hadn't been first ambushed and severely injured by Chen Wanjun, and then had his arm severed by Chen Wanjun's sneak attack, he would have had no chance of winning.
"I can't wait to start practicing Sword Technique."
Fang Han took a deep breath, his anticipation almost overwhelming.
Ten days without sword practice and ten days without training in movement Body Movement is truly a torment for a martial artist accustomed to daily training.
Now that his injuries have healed, he only wants to experience as soon as possible how fast his Sword Art will improve after consuming the three Sword-Shaped Grass.
He turned around and pushed open the door to the Quiet Room.
The afternoon sun shone brightly, bringing the warmth and brightness unique to early summer.
The Lin Qing and verdant, rustling in the breeze. A few bamboo leaves twirled and drifted down, tracing light paths in the light.
Fang Han walked through the courtyard and headed towards the backyard.
The backyard was more spacious than the front yard, and it was where Fang Han usually practiced his Sword Technique and Body Movement.
The ground is paved with bluestone, which is flat and smooth.
Several clumps of Emerald Bamboo were planted around the perimeter, casting dappled shadows in the afternoon sun.
Fang Han stood still in the center of the open space, closed his eyes and concentrated.
Place your right hand on the hilt of the sword.
"Clang--"
The Cloudsplitter Sword was drawn.
The Dark Cyan blade shimmered with a restrained luster in the sunlight, and the air seemed to freeze slightly where the blade pointed.
He did not immediately unleash his sword techniques, but instead stood with his sword in hand, closing his eyes and concentrating.
In his mind, the sword manual of the < Void-Sundering Sword Manual > flowed slowly.
Those sword techniques and Internal Qi circulation methods that he already knew by heart were now being practiced in his mind with much smoother fluency than before.
That feeling of smoothness was like suddenly stepping onto a smooth official road after stumbling along a muddy path.
Each step was more solid and faster than the last.
"Really..."
Fang Han opened his eyes, a hint of undisguised joy flashing in them.
Without delay, the Cloudsplitter Sword slowly thrust out.
This sword strike was very slow.
So slow that every inch of movement is clearly visible; so slow that when the sword tip slices through the air, you can even see the subtle ripples as the air is slowly pushed aside.
But the instant the sword was thrust out—
A faint ripple appeared in the air.
The ripples were more solid and longer-lasting than before the injury, as if even space itself was slightly shaken by this sword strike.
Fang Han sheathed his sword and thrust it out again.
The second sword strike was a fraction faster than the first.
The third strike was even faster.
The fourth sword, the fifth sword, the sixth sword...
His sword moved faster and faster, its light flashing in the courtyard, sometimes as gentle as a breeze, sometimes as sharp as a thunderclap.
But that kind of "speed" is not a hasty rush, but a kind of effortless composure.
It was as if every sword strike was under his control, every strike was perfectly timed.
"The ' Void-Sundering Sword Manual,' a grandmaster-level Sword Technique renowned for its profundity, is no longer profound to me."
As Fang Han cultivated, fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, but his eyes shone with an astonishing brightness.
He felt as if he were practicing a top-tier Sword Technique rather than a grandmaster's Sword Technique.
The difficulty has been significantly reduced.
The subtle details, once grasped, become clear and understandable, like seeing the sun after the clouds have parted.
The circulation of Internal Qi is natural and effortless.
The variations in sword techniques, the circulation of Internal Qi, and the fusion of the Wind Concept with the Sword Intent's power—
Everything became clearer than ever before.
"The reason for this change is clearly due to the enhanced Sword Art Talent from the three Sword-Shaped Grass, combined with the 256-fold Sword Art Talent Amplification talent."
Fang Han.
The three Sword-Shaped Grass increased his Sword Art Talent from five times the base talent to eleven times the base talent.
This six-fold increase in basic talent, while beneficial to other martial artists, would never be so exaggerated.
However, in his hands, it can achieve a boost of up to 256 times, demonstrating Sword Art enhancement far exceeding "six times the base talent".
With this exaggerated enhancement, the difficulty of the < Void-Sundering Sword Manual > is naturally greatly reduced.
"Continue."
Fang Han took a deep breath and thrust out the Cloudsplitter Sword once more.
This sword strike was faster and more ruthless than the previous one.
The sword light, like a bolt of lightning, traced a condensed blue path across the courtyard.
In the air, the faint ripples became clearer and lasted longer.
He practiced the < Void-Sundering Sword Manual > again and again, each time with a greater degree of smoothness and fluidity than the last.
The progress is visible to the naked eye.
He could feel that his understanding of this Sword Technique was deepening at an astonishing rate.
The variations in sword techniques, the circulation of Internal Qi, and the fusion of the Wind Concept with the Sword Intent's power—
Everything became clearer and more transparent than ever before.
"At this rate of cultivation, breaking through to the Proficiency Realm won't be too far off!"
Fang Han believed that with his current Sword Art Talent, it would not take him too long to the Proficiency Realm the < Void-Sundering Sword Manual >.
Two hours passed quietly amidst the crisscrossing sword lights.
The bluestone ground in the courtyard had been plowed with shallow marks by invisible Sword Qi, and many of the branches and leaves of the Emerald Bamboo clumps had fallen off.
Fang Han sheathed his sword and stood there, slowly exhaling a breath of stale air. Sweat beaded on his forehead, but his eyes were brighter than ever before.
After two hours of continuous practice, his understanding of the < Void-Sundering Sword Manual > deepened further.
The Sword Intent that originally required conscious effort has now gradually become second nature; the Sword Intent arrives whenever the mind is moved.
This rate of progress surprised even himself.
"The effects of the three Sword-Shaped Grass were indeed worthwhile."
Fang Han muttered to himself, a faint smile appearing on his lips.
He sheathed the Cloudsplitter Sword, stretched his slightly sore and numb right arm, and instead of going back to the house to rest, he turned around and walked to the center of the open space, closing his eyes and concentrating.
The mental techniques of < Wind God Step > flowed through my heart.