A moment later, Fang Han opened his eyes and moved.
"Whoosh--"
In the courtyard, the figure in the green robe transformed into a faint, almost imperceptible stream of light.
There was no sound of Break the Wind, no rustling of clothes, and even the afterimage was so faint as to be almost invisible.
He was like a true breeze, silently moving between the bamboo grove and the courtyard wall.
The transitions were seamless, and the rises and falls were silent.
Having achieved Minor Accomplishment of the < Void-Sundering Sword Manual >, my Wind Concept has been enhanced.
In terms of understanding the Wind Concept alone, he has already met the requirements for Minor Accomplishment the < Wind God Step >. What he lacks is only an understanding of the Body Movement itself.
The speed of cultivation is naturally extremely fast, like riding a rocket.
"If it weren't for the ten days of recovery time..."
A hint of regret flashed through Fang Han.
With the Wind God Step ' current rocket-like cultivation speed, if there hadn't been any delays, the Wind God Step would probably have already broken through to the Minor Success Stage.
However, there are no "what ifs" in martial arts training. Once you've missed a turn, it's gone. The only thing you can do is work harder to make up for the lost time.
He calmed his mind and focused all his attention on practicing his Body Movement.
Once, twice, three times --
His figure flickered repeatedly in the courtyard, from the east wall to the west wall, from the edge of the bamboo grove to the door of the Quiet Room.
The Wind Concept and the techniques of the Wind God Step are constantly being refined and integrated, and the feeling of being in harmony with the wind and with heaven and earth becomes stronger and stronger.
He could sense that the threshold to the Minor Success Stage had become so thin that it was almost non-existent.
Perhaps tomorrow, or perhaps the day after, we will achieve a breakthrough.
"It will take at most a few days to break through!"
Fang Han could clearly feel that the < Wind God Step > was only a thin membrane away from Minor Accomplishment.
A single moment of sudden enlightenment can lead to a breakthrough.
Even without sudden enlightenment, practicing step by step will only take a few days at most.
As dusk deepened, the last rays of sunset were swallowed by the night.
The light in the courtyard dimmed, and the shadows of the bamboo grove changed from dappled to blurred, eventually merging completely into the darkness.
Fang Han then stopped and stood in the courtyard, slightly out of breath.
His forehead was covered in beads of sweat, and the back of his blue robe was soaked through, clinging tightly to his body.
But his eyes were surprisingly bright.
"It's time for dinner."
He calmed his breathing, then turned and walked towards the brightly lit Side Hall.
His stomach was already empty; two hours of Sword Technique practice plus more than an hour of Body Movement training had taken a toll.
"Senior brother."
Qui Lan had already set out the food, Fang Han enter, she quickly bowed in greeting.
Fang Han nodded slightly, sat down at the table, picked up his chopsticks, and began to eat slowly.
After dinner, he did not return to his Quiet Room to cultivate, but instead went back to his bedroom and rested early.
The next day, at the first light of dawn.
Fang Han awoke from his deep sleep, feeling refreshed and invigorated, all the fatigue from days of cultivation gone.
He got up, washed up quickly, changed into a clean blue robe, sat cross-legged in the open space of the courtyard, took a Heaven Origin Pill, and began his daily routine of Internal Qi cultivation.
The Azure Profound Art slowly circulated, and the azure-gold Internal Qi flowed through the meridians, absorbing and refining the pure medicinal power brought by the Heaven Origin Pill.
More than an hour later, he slowly finished his practice, opened his eyes, and a glint of light flashed in them.
"Go to the Library Pavilion."
Fang Han stood up, straightened his robes, hung the Cloudsplitter Sword at his waist, left the courtyard, and walked along the bluestone path towards the mountainside.
As the morning light streamed down, glistening dewdrops clung to the grass and trees along the mountain path, refracting delicate glimmers of light in the rising sun.
The disciples he encountered along the way stopped and bowed, Fang Han nodded slightly in response, continuing on his way.
Before long, the majestic outline of the Library Pavilion came into view.
The eaves and brackets, full of ancient charm, gleam with a warm luster in the morning light.
He stepped into the pavilion and ascended the familiar wooden staircase.
His steps were steady, and he quickly arrived at the fourth floor.
At the entrance on the fourth floor, Elder Mo's familiar figure still leaned against the sandalwood table, holding an ancient scroll and reading it intently.
Sunlight streamed through the window, casting a soft, warm golden hue on his graying beard and hair.
Hearing footsteps, he slowly raised his eyes and saw Fang Han. A hint of gentleness flashed in his weathered eyes.
" Fang Han is here."
Elder Mo put down his book, his voice aged yet deep.
Elder Mo
Fang Han stepped forward, bowed respectfully, and gave a salute.
"What brings you here today?"
Elder Mo nodded slightly, his gaze lingering on Fang Han for a moment, a barely perceptible hint of approval flashing in his eyes.
Fang Han straightened up, met Elder Mo's gaze, and spoke in a steady voice:
" Elder, I have come today to inquire whether the sect possesses any top-tier Tracking Secret Technique and Breath Concealment Secret Technique."
Upon hearing this, Elder Mo slowly shook his head.
" Fang Han, our sect is not known for its secret techniques."
His voice was calm, yet tinged with a hint of regret.
"The most exquisite secret techniques treasured in the Library Pavilion are only of the High Grade; there are no top-grade ones."
He paused, then continued:
"If you wish to seek higher-level secret techniques, you'll likely have to find other ways."
Fang Han remained silent.
Sects are the easiest places to obtain top-tier tracking and Breath Concealment Secret Technique; if a sect doesn't have them, it's difficult to acquire them.
As far as he knew, the Nether Pavilion was known for its secret techniques, and it must possess top-tier Tracking Secret Technique and Breath Concealment Secret Technique.
However, the Azure Profound Sect and the Nether Pavilion are sworn enemies, having fought each other openly and covertly for decades. To expect the Nether Pavilion to hand over its treasured secret techniques is nothing short of a pipe dream.
"Disciple understands."
Fang Han took a deep breath, suppressing his disappointment, and cupped his hands in greeting.
"Thank you for informing me Elder."
Elder Mo nodded slightly, said nothing more, picked up the book on the table again, and looked back at the words.
Fang Han turned around and walked down the stairs.
The sound of footsteps echoed softly in the empty attic, gradually fading into the distance.
Stepping out of the Library Pavilion, the morning light greeted me.
Fang Han stood with his hands behind his back on the steps, gazing at the distant, rolling mountains, and remained silent for a moment.
It's a fact that the sect doesn't possess top-tier Tracking Secret Technique and Breath Concealment Secret Technique; this cannot be forced.
Given his past grievances with the Nether Pavilion Nether Pavilion, it was even less likely that he would obtain the secret technique from them.
" Treasure Map..."
A thought suddenly flashed through Fang Han.
Since Ancient Ruins contain Artistic Conception Sword Technique of Medium Grade level, could the locations marked on Treasure Map also contain high-level secret techniques?
Once the thought arises, it can no longer be suppressed.
Once the monster threat in Qingyang Prefecture is quelled and he is strong enough to protect himself, he will definitely make a trip to Westview Prefecture to the place marked on the Treasure Map and see for himself what is hidden there.
When I returned to the No. 35 Annex, the morning light had completely bathed the bluestone ground in the courtyard, and the bamboo shadows were dappled and rustling.
Fang Han walked through the courtyard and stood in the center of the open space, his right hand resting on the hilt of his sword.
"Clang--"
The Cloudsplitter Sword was drawn from its sheath, its Dark Cyan blade gleaming with a restrained luster in the morning light.
Without hesitation, his sword flashed like water as he thrust it out.
This sword strike was neither fast nor slow, yet it carried a sense of smooth and harmonious flow.
Where the sword tip passed, the air rippled very faintly, almost imperceptibly, yet more solid than yesterday.
He repeatedly unleashed the < Void-Sundering Sword Manual >, each strike more fluid and graceful than the last.
The changes in sword techniques, the circulation of Internal Qi, the fusion of the Wind Concept with the Sword Intent's power—everything became clearer than ever before.
Fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and the back of his blue robe was gradually soaked with sweat, but his eyes grew brighter and brighter.
Two hours passed quietly amidst the crisscrossing sword lights.
Fang Han sheathed his sword and stood there, slowly exhaling a breath of turbid air, a very faint smile appearing on the corner of his mouth.
At this rate of cultivation, it won't be long before he Proficiency Realm the < Void-Sundering Sword Manual >.
After lunch and a short rest, Fang Han returned to the Quiet Room.
He took out a Vajra Pill bottle from his bosom, uncorked it, poured out a dark red, longan-sized pill, and put it into his mouth.
The Danyao melted instantly upon entering the mouth, and a warm and powerful medicinal force spread throughout the abdomen, surging towards the limbs and bones.
"The Black Tortoise True Art."
Fang Han calmed his mind, and the Internal Qi moved accordingly, circulating slowly according to the cultivation method of the < Black Tortoise True Art >.
His body was slightly contorted, assuming an extremely strange posture, his muscles tense, and his bones making a faint cracking sound.
That warm sensation rose from the depths of his limbs and bones, as if countless tiny hammers were pounding and compacting his flesh.
The medicinal power of the Vajra Pill was refined bit by bit, seeping into the muscles, bones, and skin, making the already formidable physical body even more resilient.
More than an hour later, Fang Han slowly finished his practice, his tense muscles gradually relaxed, and his contorted posture returned to normal.
"It's equivalent to several days in the past!"
Fang Han gently exhaled a breath of stale air, stretched his slightly sore and numb muscles, and felt a sense of fullness throughout his body.
The combination of the Vajra Pill and the Black Tortoise True Art indeed produces remarkable results.
Today's training session is at least equivalent to several days of training in the past.
Pushing open the door to the Quiet Room, Fang Han walked to the center of the open space, closed his eyes, and concentrated.
The mental techniques of the " Wind God Step " flowed through my mind; the incantations, footwork, and key points of Internal Qi circulation were already deeply ingrained in my heart.
He opened his eyes and moved.
"Whoosh--"
In the courtyard, the figure in the green robe transformed into a faint, almost imperceptible stream of light, silently weaving between the bamboo grove and the courtyard wall.
His transitions were seamless, his rises and falls silent; he was like a true breeze, free and light.
The Wind Concept permeated every detail of the Body Movement, making the steps lighter and the body movements smoother.
That feeling of being one with the wind and with heaven and earth grew stronger and stronger.
He performed the Wind God Step again and again, each time with a greater degree of smoothness and fluidity than the last.
The threshold leading to the Minor Success Stage has become so thin as to be almost nonexistent, as if it could be broken through with just a single, unintentional step.
As the sun began to set, its rays gradually tinged the ground with a warm golden hue.
Fang Han's figure flickered repeatedly in the courtyard, from the east wall to the west wall, from the edge of the bamboo grove to the door of the Quiet Room.
His speed increased and became more and more elusive; that feeling of "merging with the wind" was intense to the extreme.
At a certain moment--
"Buzz..."
A soft hum, perceptible only to himself, resonated from the depths of his body.
In the next instant, his understanding of the Wind God Step underwent a qualitative leap. Those changes that once required deliberate control could now be performed at will and with ease.
With the Minor Accomplishment the < Void-Sundering Sword Manual >, the growing Wind Concept has finally been perfectly integrated into the Body Movement.
His speed suddenly increased dramatically.
It was so fast that even he didn't have time to react.
Originally several feet away from the courtyard wall, he suddenly lunged forward, his figure like a streak of blue lightning, crashing straight into it.