The following morning, in Quiet Room.
Fang Han sat cross-legged on the futon, his fingers stroking his Storage Ring. With a thought, a book in animal hide appeared in his palm.
The cover features five large ancient seal script characters: " Great Void Wind God Sword " (太虚风神剑).
It was that Wind Concept Sword Technique, obtained from Ancient Ruins, and of Medium Grade quality.
However, this is not the original; the original has already been handed over to the sect. This is a copy, but it has no impact on cultivation.
A few months ago, he had glanced through it once and knew then that this Middle-Grade Artistic Conception Sword Technique was far more exquisite than the Low-Grade Artistic Conception Sword Technique, the Void-Sundering Sword Manual.
Both the level of Artistic Conception and Artistic Conception application have reached a completely new level.
He then realized that without cultivating Low-Grade Artistic Conception Sword Technique Sword Technique to the Perfection Realm, one wouldn't even be qualified to touch it.
Now that the < Void-Sundering Sword Manual > has reached Perfection Realm, it is the right time to switch to cultivating this Sword Technique.
Although I had already reviewed and memorized it once, several months had passed, so many details were inevitably a bit blurry.
To ensure everything went perfectly and that no oversight would affect his cultivation, Fang Han decided to carefully review the document again.
He took a deep breath, picked up the booklet with both hands, and slowly opened it.
After flipping through the introduction on the homepage, a Sword Intent image comes into view. In the image, a figure holds a long sword, his movements as graceful as the wind. Wherever the sword tip points, the air seems to be torn apart, forming visible ripples.
The diagram is densely marked with the methods of channeling energy, the flow of Internal Qi, and the key points of sword moves.
Each character is written in extremely small and fine detail, making it almost impossible to decipher without exceptional eyesight.
Fang Han's gaze darted back and forth between the images and words, his mind constantly simulating the trajectory of the sword moves.
He observed very carefully, sometimes even pausing to close his eyes and ponder silently for a moment before continuing.
Time passed by, second by second.
In the Quiet Room, only the occasional rustling of turning pages could be heard, accompanied by the chirping of birds outside the window, creating an exceptionally peaceful atmosphere.
Having already seen it once, I already had a memory of it, and reviewing it again was just to fill in any gaps in my knowledge.
In just over an hour, Fang Han had read through the entire booklet from beginning to end.
He gently closed the booklet, shut his eyes, and countless images immediately flooded his mind—
The words of the sword manual, the lines of the diagrams, the methods of channeling energy... everything was as clear as if it were engraved in the depths of my soul.
He silently went through the sword technique in his mind from beginning to end, making sure there was nothing he had missed, before slowly opening his eyes.
Standing up, Fang Han pushed open the wooden door of the Quiet Room and walked towards the Cultivation Ground.
On the training field, Fang Han stood still.
Holding his breath and concentrating, the mental cultivation techniques and mantras of the < Great Void Wind God Sword > slowly flowed through his mind.
It was as if an invisible wind was flowing through his heart, sometimes as gentle as a spring breeze, sometimes as violent as a hurricane, ever-changing and elusive.
A moment later, he placed his right hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist.
"Clang--"
The Cloudsplitter Sword was drawn from its sheath, its Dark Cyan blade gleaming with a restrained radiance.
Following the first move described in the manual, Fang Han took a deep breath and thrust out his sword.
The sword tip sliced through the air, leaving a faint arc; the angle was tricky, and the speed was not slow.
However, when Fang Han tried to integrate the Wind Sword Intent into it, he clearly felt a sense of stagnation.
It was as if something was blocking the flow of Sword Intent, making the originally sharp and powerful Sword Intent weak and powerless.
Where the sword passed, the air trembled slightly, creating a few ripples almost invisible to the naked eye, before quickly returning to calm.
This is worlds apart from the realm described in the manual as "the void appears in an instant, and the wind tears through the void."
"Failed to integrate Sword Intent into the technique!"
Fang Han frowned slightly and sheathed his sword.
He knew that it wasn't because his sword techniques were wrong, but because he hadn't been able to integrate his Sword Intent into the moves of the < Great Void Wind God Sword >.
The Sword Intent not only failed to enhance the sword's power, but actually hindered the effectiveness of the sword techniques.
This is like a cook who doesn't know the correct way to handle high-end ingredients; the result is that the dish doesn't taste as good as one made with ordinary ingredients.
Again.
Fang Han muttered something under his breath and drew his sword again.
The second sword, the third sword, the fourth sword...
He began practicing the moves of the < Great Void Wind God Sword > over and over again, gradually becoming fluent and natural from the initial awkwardness and stumbling.
At first, the transitions between sword moves might not be smooth, and the body posture might not be coordinated, but as you practice more and more, these problems will all disappear.
Later, his movements became fluid and graceful, each thrust of his sword carrying a unique sense of rhythm.
However, there was no joy on Fang Han's face.
He sheathed his sword, stood down, looked at the Cloudsplitter Sword in his hand, and muttered to himself:
"You've mastered the moves, but they're just moves."
Currently, his understanding of the Wind Sword Intent Wind Sword Intent its integration with techniques are still far from Beginner stage < Great Void Wind God Sword >.
Moreover, the gap cannot be bridged in a short period of time. Even with his current Sword Art Talent, it would probably take at least two months, which shows how difficult it is.
"No wonder that Middle-Grade Artistic Conception martial arts techniques can only be attempted after one has mastered Low-Grade Artistic Conception martial arts techniques to the Perfection Realm."
Fang Han.
Without a foundation laid by the Perfection Realm < Void-Sundering Sword Manual >, trying to comprehend Wind Sword Intent stronger than Perfection Realm < Void-Sundering Sword Manual > is like building a castle in the air—not impossible, but extremely difficult.
No wonder I couldn't immediately cultivate the Middle-Grade Artistic Conception martial art, the < Great Void Wind God Sword >, after obtaining it.
"Although it will take at least two months, once Beginner stage, the improvement will be tremendous!"
Fang Han estimated that once he Beginner stage < Great Void Wind God Sword >, the power of the Sword Technique would likely increase by at least ten times compared to the Perfection Realm < Void-Sundering Sword Manual >.
This will greatly enhance his strength.
He estimated that by then, his strength would leap from being comparable to a martial artist who had broken through two levels to being comparable to a martial artist who Break Three Passes, making him virtually invincible below the level of a grandmaster.
"Swish, swish--"
Fang Han drew his sword again, the sword light crisscrossing in the Cultivation Ground.
From Chenshi (7-9 AM) to Wushi (11 AM-1 PM), for a full two hours, he practiced tirelessly.
His sword techniques were already perfectly fluid and natural, but what he lacked was a deeper understanding of the Wind Concept, and how to better integrate the Wind Concept into the Sword Technique of the < Great Void Wind God Sword >.
These things cannot be achieved overnight; they can only be gradually understood through daily practice.
On the last two days of the annual leave, in front of the Fang Mansion in Liangshui City.
A carriage pulled by Green-Hoof Deer was already waiting at the foot of the steps. The Green-Hoof Deer had short blue down on its four hooves and a slender body.
It snorted in the morning light, exhaling two puffs of white mist.
After saying goodbye to his parents, Fang Han boarded the carriage.
Fang Yingxue carried a blue cloth bundle on her back, bid farewell to her parents, bowed deeply to Elder Fang Yuan, and then followed.
The carriage was warm and cozy. Fang Yingxue sat upright with her hands neatly placed on her knees. She would occasionally look out the window at the rapidly receding winter scenery, her eyes filled with both anticipation and barely concealed nervousness.
Fang Han sat opposite him, pretending to doze off with his eyes closed.
The Green-Hoof Deer- drawn carriage was far faster than ordinary foot traffic, and after a little over a day, the majestic outline of Azure Profound Mountain came into view.
At the mountain gate, the disciples on duty saw Fang Han stepping down from the carriage and quickly stepped forward, bowing respectfully.
"Senior Brother Fang!"
"Thanks for your hard work!"
Fang Han nodded slightly and walked along the bluestone path towards the True Transmission Courtyard.
Fang Yingxue followed behind Fang Han, her gaze sweeping over the disciples and Deacon dressed in the Azure Profound Sect robes along the way.
Regardless of their age, everyone stopped in their tracks upon seeing Fang Han, stepped aside, bowed respectfully, and addressed him as "Senior Brother Fang" or " True Disciple."
Those eyes were filled with reverence, and it wasn't feigned; it was genuine reverence from the bottom of their hearts.
She felt a slight tremor in her heart.
She knew that Fang Han held a very high position in the Azure Profound Sect, but she did not expect it to be this high—everyone she encountered along the way took the initiative to give way and pay their respects.
After passing through several corridors, the No. 35 Annex came into view.
At the courtyard gate, Qui Lan was already waiting with two Maid. Upon seeing Fang Han's figure in the distance, she quickly stepped forward and bowed, saying:
"Senior brother, you're back."
Fang Han nodded slightly, glanced at Fang Yingxue behind him, and said to a Maid:
"Take her to a guest room to settle in."
The Maid responded respectfully and smiled slightly at Fang Yingxue:
"Please come with me, young lady."
Fang Yingxue bowed to Fang Han to express her gratitude, and then followed the Maid along the corridor into the depths of the courtyard.
Her steps were somewhat hesitant, but her eyes couldn't help but steal glances at the quiet courtyard—the rockery, the flowing water, and the swaying bamboo grove.
The fact that Fang Han has such a residence in the Azure Profound Sect shows that he holds an extraordinary position within the Azure Profound Sect.
Fang Han withdrew his gaze and strode towards the Warm Pavilion.
Qui Lan followed behind him, quietly reporting on the trivial matters related to the affiliated forces during her annual leave.
Inside the Warm Pavilion, the charcoal fire burned brightly. Fang Han sat down on a pear wood chair, took the teacup offered by Qui Lan, took a sip, and then asked:
"Which academy will this year's new Beginner stage enter?"
The Azure Profound Sect has a total of Twelve Courtyards, named after the twelve earthly branches. Each year, new students rotate to a different academy, and he has not yet paid attention to which academy it is this year.
"Replying to Senior Brother."
Qui Lan stood respectfully to one side, her hands at her sides.
"This year's Beginner stage disciples will enter the You Courtyard."
Fang Han nodded slightly, his fingertips tracing the warm, smooth porcelain surface of the teacup. After a moment's thought, he said:
"Go to the You Courtyard and find out what the requirements are for applying for an internal disciple position."
He knew that those at the level of True Disciple and Elder were qualified to apply to the sect for internal disciple slots, allowing those who did not meet the assessment standards to Beginner stage the sect.
It was for this reason that Wang Miao applied for a spot for his younger sister, Wang Meng, which allowed Wang Meng to enter the Zi Courtyard to study.
However, he was not clear about the specific application requirements, and after all, that was several years ago, so there was no guarantee that things might have changed since then.
"Yes, senior brother, I'll go right away."
Qui Lan bowed respectfully, then turned and left the Warm Pavilion.
Fang Han leaned back in his chair, his gaze falling on the bamboo grove outside the window, swaying gently in the winter wind.