Chen Dai's Potential

Chen Dai had been suffering all the way here, his entire body feeling off.

But he discovered that as long as he coordinated the movements of the Primordial Origin Breathing Method, he could ease the burning sensation in his temple of five organs.

Originally only able to perform the breathing method once a day, he could actually breathe several times here without growing tired. His body even seemed to be becoming lighter.

"Brother Wen... where did he get this method...?"

Chen Dai was shaken. This breathing method was far more terrifying than he had imagined.

"Dai, we can't keep going. I never thought we wouldn't even make it to the first pavilion."

Several brothers from the Jiangnan Martial Faction leaned against one another's shoulders, already gasping for breath.

"Then stay here and contemplate it properly. We can't come here for nothing. They normally don't let us in here."

Chen Dai waved his hand. This was his unique way of encouraging people.

"Go, Dai!"

Under everyone's watchful eyes, Chen Dai continued onward alone.

Some of the surrounding Xinhang students were likewise astonished as they watched Chen Dai keep moving forward.

"How is this possible... How could someone from the Jiangnan Martial Faction make it this far..."

"Chu Wen was specially recruited, but who is this guy? Could such talent really have been left out in the wilderness?"

"Impossible. I don't believe it."

A male student sprawled on the ground, barely clinging to life, staggered to his feet. Yet the Corridor's overwhelming pressure pinned him down again. He spat out a mouthful of blood, and all spirit drained from him.

Chen Dai looked at the group with complicated eyes, silently cheered himself on, and continued forward.

This scene happened to be captured by the optical computer.

The experts and teachers were all astonished. Naturally, the most excited among them were the Jiangnan Martial Faction's teachers.

"Who is that? Someone from the Jiangnan Martial Faction?"

"He's surpassed the average strength of the Xinhang students. He's even stronger than some second-years."

"This Chen Dai is close with Chu Wen, so he must have something special about him. Chu Wen is aloof; he wouldn't befriend an ordinary person."

"That's true. I just didn't expect the Jiangnan Martial Faction to really succeed this time."

"Hahaha, you old fellows, I said it before. No matter how poor Jiangnan Martial University may be, it still represents the martial heritage of Jiangnan Base City. Isn't Xinhang Martial University supposed to draw upon the strengths of all?"

An older theoretical instructor nodded in satisfaction, then tacitly looked toward Su Zhenghe of the Jiangnan Martial Faction. This old friend had finally vented some of his anger.

Quite a few of those present had once opposed accepting the Jiangnan Martial Faction. Now, they were all silent as cicadas in winter, watching Chen Dai continue onward with helpless expressions.

Chen Dai had already reached the top two thousand!

He had surpassed Xinhang Martial University's average level!

"This Chen Dai seems to be only an entry-level warrior, right?"

"Hiss... he really is. An entry-level warrior actually possesses this kind of martial sense..."

The teachers suddenly realized something. Looking toward the Jiangnan Martial Faction's seats, their gazes grew complicated. Another genius had revealed his brilliance today.

If Chen Dai's performance had shocked every teacher, then Chu Wen's performance was a blade driven into the hearts of all the Xinhang students.

Within the Dragonspine Corridor, whose end could not be seen at a glance,

Chu Wen strolled leisurely, observing the lingering echoes of every carving. Some contained savage blade techniques, while others held fist intent that was fierce yet did not lose its grace.

He had never imagined that the martial path of this world would bloom before his eyes in such different colors—

The martial path here was a riot of colors.

The martial path was not merely a single form of violence. It was one's own understanding and inspiration toward power.

Practicing martial arts was also cultivating the heart.

Without realizing it, the coldness in his eyes caused by the Primordial Source Pearl faded slightly, replaced by a trace of warmth.

Only then did he understand just how terrifying martial sense truly was!

It could change a person's temperament.

He had nearly stepped into an abyss ten thousand fathoms deep!

The martial path should have warmth. It should not be a technique that dragged one into an endless winter!

Without the aid of these martial essences, he might very well have become a machine that only knew slaughter.

"Thank you, seniors."

Chu Wen bowed deeply toward everything within his sight.

This action left many students puzzled, yet drew cries of surprise from all the teachers.

"He actually... comprehended that level?"

"Has he advanced another step?"

"His temperament has indeed changed. The optical computer can't capture it completely; we must take a look in person."

The appraisal experts had sharp eyes and almost immediately noticed Chu Wen's change.

And just as Chu Wen sensed all this,

several young men walking ahead of him suddenly turned around, surprise in their eyes.

"Another monster?"

"This change in temperament resembles those two guys in first and second place."

At the mention of first and second place, these geniuses who had been specially recruited into Xinhang Martial University also showed strange expressions.

Those were mountains that could never be crossed!

They were even unwilling to mention those two men's names!

By now, those two were probably already at the thirtieth pavilion!

The Dragonspine Corridor had a hundred pavilions in total, each one a hundred li apart—a full ten thousand li!

At the average movement speed of an intermediate warrior, thirty meters per second, it would take a month!

Only by reaching the Return to Simplicity level in speed martial arts, multiplying one's speed severalfold, could one possibly complete a third of the journey in half a day!

Those two had long surpassed the standards of ordinary warriors and reached war general level! They had even touched the threshold of war king level!

The Xinhang Twin Heroes!

Xu Yunzhong.

Pan Angyi.

Time passed bit by bit. Chu Wen immersed himself in his comprehension of the martial path, never tiring of it. Whenever he gained an insight, he would bow toward the corresponding Corridor wall.

Others had come for an assessment, but he had come to be a student.

A student of all the martial experts throughout history!

"So that's how it is. A blade technique can actually be used like this..."

"The Burning Blade Technique truly lays the foundation for the blade techniques that follow. The breakthrough beyond limits after Return to Simplicity should be continuing to perfect the blade technique."

From time to time, Chu Wen used his hand as a blade in the Corridor, tracing smooth arcs with effortless ease.

The students resting nearby all watched this monster in fear.

They could barely even walk, yet this man could actually practice martial arts here?!

And unleash such powerful combat strength?

How had they never seen someone like him before?

"Eh? Brother Wen, why are you here?"

Chu Wen was not walking quickly, and Chen Dai unknowingly caught up to him.

Chu Wen looked at Chen Dai in surprise, but he could clearly sense traces of the breathing method on him.

It seemed the Primordial Origin Breathing Method had taken effect.

"The traces of martial techniques left in these corridor pillars and walls were carved by hand. Every one of them is quite interesting. If you come across one you think is good, you can contemplate it as well."

Chu Wen was also somewhat surprised by Chen Dai's performance. He knew the Primordial Origin Breathing Method was heaven-defying, but he had not expected it to be this heaven-defying.

Chen Dai had not even begun to master it, yet he had managed to reach this place relying on the Primordial Origin Breathing Method.

"Alright, I'll listen to you, Brother Wen."

Chen Dai scratched his head and stared hard at those carvings. With his current insight, they only seemed obscure and incomprehensible; he could not make heads or tails of them.

Yet even so, his mere arrival made the Xinhang students resting at the side feel as though they could hardly breathe.

Chen Dai wore a martial arts uniform full of holes. Unlike Xinhang's uniforms, it was made from relatively ordinary D-grade material.

When sparring with others, bits of fabric were inevitably torn away.

But even so, he treasured this garment immensely.

Because during military training when they enrolled, this uniform had been personally given to every Jiangnan student by the late principal of Jiangnan Martial University, who had sacrificed his life.

At this moment, the two characters "Jiangnan" on his back fluttered in the wind, as though their radiance were shining forth once more somewhere else.