"This is...?"
Fang Han's eyes showed surprise.
Having reached the Perfection Realm, theoretically, the Thousand-Mile Soul Lock Technique should have reached its limit.
But today, something is different.
A feeling arose in his heart that this Perfection Realm " Thousand-Mile Soul Lock " technique could perhaps go even further.
"It's not that there's a higher level beyond the Perfection Realm, but rather that there are areas for improvement!"
After a moment of thought, Fang Han had an epiphany.
The fact that this secret technique, which he had already cultivated to the Perfection Realm and could not be improved further, may have the potential to advance further does not mean that there is a higher realm above Perfection Realm.
Rather, it means that this secret technique itself has room for improvement and enhancement, and the improved and enhanced secret technique will no longer be the original secret technique.
The techniques and secret arts were all created by our predecessors, not born of heaven and earth.
Since it was created by humans, those who come after, as long as they have enough talent and understanding, can naturally improve upon it and even innovate upon it.
The principle is not complicated; it's just that he had never thought of improving a cultivation technique that Perfection Realm.
He remained silent for a moment, then mentally went through the < Return to Ruin Essence Concealment Art > from beginning to end.
Sure enough, this Breath Concealment Secret Technique, which had already reached its Perfection Realm, also felt like it could be improved.
"More than just secret techniques."
Fang Han's eyes flickered slightly.
The techniques he is currently practicing, whether internal energy cultivation, Sword Technique, Body Movement, or Horizontal Training, are all legacies of his predecessors.
With his current Talent Amplification factor, if he is willing to work hard, he may be able to make further progress on the foundation of these techniques and create his own higher-grade techniques.
But that time will inevitably be extremely long.
Improving is different from step-by-step cultivation and comprehension. Every improvement requires countless deductions, verifications, and corrections, which takes an extremely long time.
Instead of spending a long time improving a technique and raising its grade, it's better to cultivate a higher-grade technique.
"We don't need to think about these things for now."
Fang Han shook his head, suppressing these thoughts for the time being.
Perhaps in the future, he will encounter a time when he has to improve and create his own cultivation techniques, but for him, who is only at the Third Grade Late Stage, it is too early to improve and create cultivation techniques.
"There's still one gain that hasn't been realized."
Fang Han turned around and walked back into the cave. He sat down cross-legged on the blue stone again, and with a slight thought, took out the blue gem from his Storage Ring.
The gemstone is about the size of a pendant, teardrop-shaped, and entirely blue without any other colors.
There is a very small opening at the top, indicating that it was once threaded with silk and worn close to the body.
The moment his fingertips touched the surface of the gemstone, that strange sensation enveloped his entire body once again.
It was like an invisible veil, slowly and irresistibly gathering from all directions, enveloping his entire being.
Fang Han closed his eyes, savoring the sensation.
It is not a change in Internal Qi, not a change in the physical body, not a change in Spiritual Perception, and not a change in the five senses.
The feeling was so ethereal that even when he was completely immersed in it, he couldn't accurately say what it had changed.
"What exactly is it?"
Fang Han opened his eyes, his brows furrowing slightly.
He tossed the gem between his left and right hands several times, then held it up to his eyes, examining it closely in the light filtering in from outside the cave.
The gemstone is crystal clear inside, without any impurities, and there are no visible runes or patterns.
He infused a Internal Qi into it, but the gemstone showed no reaction.
He pricked his skin with his fingertip and dripped a drop of blood onto it, but the gemstone showed no reaction whatsoever.
He placed the gem between his eyebrows and tried to touch it with his Divine Strength, but there was still no reaction.
That's enough.
After spending a long time, Fang Han still couldn't figure out what the gemstone was used for, so he had to give up for the time being and put the gemstone back into his Storage Ring.
He decided to inquire with the knowledgeable Elder within the sect after returning.
"This trip to the treasure-filled land of Westview Prefecture has come to the Perfection Realm conclusion."
Fang Han let out a breath of stale air. This trip to Westview Prefecture had come to the Perfection Realm end, and the gains were extremely substantial.
Logically speaking, having been away from the sect for half a month, it's time to set off back.
but.
"The < Black Tortoise True Art > is only a few days away from Minor Accomplishment; there's no need to rush."
Fang Han muttered to himself.
He was only a few days away from Minor Accomplishment the < Black Tortoise True Art Black Tortoise True Art >, and rather than setting off immediately, he preferred to spend a few days Minor Accomplishment before departing.
The reason for this choice was that returning to Qingyang Prefecture would take more than ten days, and there was no telling what dangers they might encounter along the way.
For example, when they arrived, they were already being careful enough, but Meng Zhao still spotted them, and a fierce battle ensued.
If he can Minor Accomplishment the < Black Tortoise True Art >, not only will his strength increase dramatically, but he will also gain a formidable defense that is difficult for ordinary First Grade Late Stage martial artists to harm, making him even more capable of self-preservation.
In the following days, Fang Han did not make himself suffer in the cave.
He left the mountains and forests and traveled along the official road for half a day. Then, a city called " Azure Rock City " appeared at the edge of his field of vision in Westview Prefecture.
The city walls are high and built of bluish-gray stone blocks.
Upon entering the city, he did not linger but went straight to a real estate agent and rented a detached house for a month for 10 taels of silver.
The courtyard wasn't large, with three main rooms and two wing rooms on the east and west sides, but it had a very large courtyard paved with blue bricks, enough to practice movement Body Movement and Sword Technique.
Then, he devoted himself to cultivation.
Instead of practicing the Black Tortoise True Art for a whole day, the practice time was simply doubled, from a little over an hour to three hours.
The Horizontal Training method differs from other training methods. The daily practice time should not be too long, otherwise excessive consumption of qi and blood will damage the muscles and bones.
He understood this principle when he first practiced the Horizontal Training technique and never went against it.
In the afternoon, the setting sun bathed the courtyard in a warm golden light.
Fang Han in the courtyard, his body slightly twisted, assuming the cultivation posture of the < Black Tortoise True Art >.
After consuming the dried meat of the Grandmaster-level demon, the immense essence of blood and qi exploded within his body, flowing into his muscles, bones, and skin along the circulation route of the < Black Tortoise True Art >.
A faint red glow flowed beneath his skin, and the sweat that had just seeped out was evaporated into white mist by the high temperature on his body, swirling around Fang Han.
Fang Han could clearly feel that the threshold to the Minor Accomplishment stage was so thin that it was almost non-existent, and he would be able to break through it in at most two more days.
Just then, a loud shout suddenly came from the street outside the courtyard wall:
" The Zhao Clan, you're courting death!"
Then came the sharp clang of weapons clashing, mixed with the noise of tables and chairs shattering and earthenware pots breaking.
The clanging of metal grew louder and louder, accompanied by muffled groans and screams. Someone slammed their hand against the wall, causing the blue bricks in the courtyard to tremble slightly.
Fang Han, enduring the interference to continue his cultivation.
In Westview Prefecture, none of the dozens of major powers could subdue the others, and the smaller powers were even more unwilling to submit to each other. It was common for them to draw their swords against each other at the slightest disagreement.
Since he moved in, there have been three similar fights, and it's clear that such chaos is the norm in this city.
"Bang--"
Fang Han had just resumed his cultivation when the courtyard gate was kicked open.
A figure stumbled into the courtyard. It was a man in his thirties with a dark complexion and a deep knife wound on his left shoulder that exposed the bone. Blood soaked half of his clothes.
The single-edged sword in his hand was reduced to half, falling to the ground with a crisp clang.
"..."
Fang Han looked down at the man entering the courtyard, his brows furrowing more and more tightly.
He stepped forward, bent down, and lifted the man by the back of his collar; the man's weight of over a hundred pounds felt as light as a feather in his hands.
He walked a few steps to the courtyard gate, threw the man onto the street outside, and the man rolled twice on the ground before collapsing and groaning.
The streets outside the courtyard were a complete mess.
The two groups clashed fiercely, swords flashing and energy surging. The street vendors had already scattered and fled, leaving only broken bowls, broken baskets, and overturned vegetables scattered on the ground.
Interrupted from his cultivation, Fang Han's face turned ashen. He grabbed the Cloudsplitter Sword leaning against the door, held it in its sheath, and stepped down the stairs.
A martial arts master from the Zhao Clan was raising his knife to strike the neck of the fallen man when, before the blade could fall, he felt a numbness in his side and was sent flying.
He crashed into the door of the shop across the street, slid down, and groaned while clutching his side.
Seeing their companion being attacked, the two guards from the Zhao Clan abandoned their opponents and rushed towards Fang Han.
Fang Han didn't stop. He drew his sword, and with two muffled "thuds," both of them squatted down at the same time, veins bulging on their foreheads, unable to stand up again.
He didn't distinguish between the Zhao Clan and Sun Clan, nor did he care about who came first or last; he used his scabbard as a sword and attacked anyone he saw.
A swordsman from the Zhao Clan slashed from the side. He dodged to the side, and the scabbard landed on the man's shoulder with a cracking sound. The man screamed and fell to one knee.
One of the Sun Clan's guards grabbed a spear and thrust it at his back. He swung the spear back with his scabbard, breaking the shaft in two. The man's entire right arm drooped down, and his face turned deathly pale.
The streets were in complete chaos.
The two families, who had been fighting fiercely, finally realized something was wrong. Some shouted, "This is a tough one!" while others began to retreat into the alley.
But Fang Han didn't give them a chance to retreat. He moved through the crowd, and wherever his sword sheath passed, someone would inevitably fall.
Within moments, dozens of people were lying haphazardly on the street.
Some were hugging their arms, some were clutching their legs, and some were curled up, groans rising and falling.
Fang Han sheathed his sword and stood still, his gaze sweeping over the mess on the ground. His voice, though not loud, clearly reached everyone's ears:
"If you want to fight, fight somewhere else. No fighting is allowed on this street."
No one dared to answer.
The martial arts masters and guards lying on the ground even suppressed their groans, each with their eyes lowered, not daring to look at him.
Fang Han turned and walked into the courtyard. The dilapidated vermilion wooden door closed behind him with a dull thud.
The groans outside the door gradually faded into the distance, and the clattering footsteps disappeared into the depths of the streets and alleys.
Leaning the Cloudsplitter Sword against a pillar, Fang Han walked back to the center of the bluestone ground and resumed his cultivation posture for the < Black Tortoise True Art >.
I wonder if it was because of that outburst that I felt better.
At this moment, while cultivating, the circulation of Internal Qi was even smoother than usual.
The immense torrent of blood and energy transformed from the dried flesh of the Grandmaster Demon, guided by his thoughts, surged and flowed along the path of the < Black Tortoise True Art >, rushing into his muscles, bones, and skin.