Cleansing Spirit Fruit

After the modifications, his character panel had become:

Liang Bo--

[Cultivation]: Martial Arts Seventh Rank

[Technique]: Baoyuan Energy 10/10

[Martial Skills]: Purple Lightning Blade 18/20 Heavenly Wind Wishful Steps 10/10

[Skill Points]: 0

After using up all his skill points, Liang Bo immediately discovered that both his movement technique and blade technique had risen by a great margin. The power of his blade technique, in particular, had increased enormously.

He took the long blade hanging on the wall and gave it a light swing. In an instant, his blade technique became nimble and fluid, his use of the blade more meticulous and subtle, allowing him to make more variations in a single moment. And in a life-and-death battle, that momentary advantage could often decide the outcome.

At that moment, Liang Bo suddenly felt a wave of intoxication. His body and blade became incomparably coordinated, and he even felt as though he had become one with the long blade in his hand.

"Ha ha ha ha... Could this be the realm of unity between man and blade?" Liang Bo was beside himself with excitement.

He had practiced blade techniques for many years. Almost every morning at daybreak, he would go to the woods outside the city to train. Yet despite his diligence over the years, he had always remained at the most basic level. He had not even achieved great mastery in blade techniques, let alone the realm of unity between man and blade, which he had never dared to dream of.

And now, a mere round of modifications had propelled his blade technique straight into the realm of unity between man and blade. This was a level that many veteran experts had failed to attain even after decades of cultivation!

His movement technique had likewise improved by a great deal. It had now reached the perfected level of basic movement techniques, and he could even faintly glimpse a higher realm of movement. With a blade technique at the level of unity between man and blade added to that, how could his current strength have merely doubled? It had probably increased by more than tenfold!

If he participated in the Martial Academy Grand Competition again now, he had more than enough confidence to achieve an excellent result and enter one of the top sects on the same level as the Floating Cloud Pavilion!

But he was still not satisfied. He wanted to raise his strength further, achieve an even better result in the competition, and enter a sect stronger than the Floating Cloud Pavilion!

To continue increasing his strength, there were two best methods in the short term. The first was to cultivate more martial skills and gain more skill points.

Martial skills were easy to learn but difficult to master. Reaching the beginner level from no foundation at all was not particularly difficult. But once one had a certain foundation, continuing to advance to higher levels became much harder.

Take Liang Bo's former self, for example. Among the martial skills he cultivated, those with only 1 point of proficiency had generally taken him around a month. Those with 2 points of proficiency had generally taken over half a year, while those with 3 points of proficiency had generally taken more than a year.

As for the Purple Lightning Blade, the martial skill with the highest proficiency, he had begun cultivating it in childhood and had trained in it for nearly ten years by now.

Clearly, the further proficiency advanced, the harder it became to improve. The difficulty often increased by multiples.

Therefore, if he wanted to obtain skill points quickly, cultivating new martial skills was undoubtedly more efficient.

Over the coming period, Liang Bo should cultivate more new martial skills. He only needed to bring each one to the beginner level; there was no need to cultivate them further. Only then could he gain more skill points in a short time.

Besides this method, the other way was to increase his inner energy cultivation.

His inner energy cultivation had now reached the peak of Martial Arts Seventh Rank. If he could break through to Martial Arts Sixth Rank, his strength would clearly rise considerably.

Just then, Liang Bo suddenly recalled an old matter, and his eyes immediately lit up.

"Damn, I nearly forgot something important!" He rushed out of the room in excitement, but it was already completely dark outside. Coupled with the fact that he had only just recovered from his injuries and it was inconvenient for him to go out, he could only return to his room.

"Young Master, the porridge is ready. It's red date porridge, good for replenishing blood and vitality. Please have some hot porridge first!" Xiao Qing had finished cooking the porridge and brought it over to him.

Liang Bo took the bowl and wolfed down the porridge, quickly finishing the entire bowl.

After eating, Liang Bo sat for a while before going to bed early.

Early the next morning, just as dawn broke, Liang Bo got up. After hurriedly washing up and eating a little pastry, he picked up his long blade and headed outside.

"Young Master, where are you going?" Xiao Qing, who was clearing away the dishes, hurried out when she heard him and asked.

"Out of the city!" Liang Bo answered briefly, but his figure had already gone far away.

The reason he was in such a hurry to leave the city was because he had suddenly remembered something very important.

One morning several months ago, while cultivating in the small woods outside the city, he had happened upon a Cleansing Spirit Fruit. It was an exceedingly rare spiritual fruit of heaven and earth, and consuming it could greatly increase a martial artist's inner energy cultivation.

When Liang Bo had discovered it, he had naturally been overjoyed and prepared to pick the spiritual fruit and eat it immediately.

But spiritual fruits were often guarded by exotic beasts. A tusked wild boar had been keeping watch around this Cleansing Spirit Fruit.

The spiritual energy in this world was far more abundant than on Earth, so even ordinary wild beasts were much stronger than the jackals, wolves, tigers, and leopards of Earth. That wild boar was no exception.

When Liang Bo had tried to steal the Cleansing Spirit Fruit, he had nearly died at the boar's tusks. After escaping, he could only give up for the time being and planned to return for it once he had grown stronger.

Fortunately, the Cleansing Spirit Fruit had a long ripening period and could remain there for a long time. Moreover, its location was extremely remote, and few people normally went there. Thus, over the past few months, it had never been discovered.

Now that Liang Bo's strength had greatly increased, he naturally had to give it a try and see whether he could obtain the Cleansing Spirit Fruit.

After arriving at the woods outside the city, he identified the direction and strode forward.

About a quarter of an hour later, Liang Bo arrived before a cliff. Standing on a rock, he looked at the tusked wild boar in the valley below and revealed a faint smile.

The last time he had fought this boar, he had been no match for it at all. By his estimate, the boar's strength was roughly equivalent to that of an ordinary Martial Arts Sixth Rank martial artist. Liang Bo's current strength should be somewhat higher than that level, so dealing with this boar should not be difficult.

He took a deep breath, leaped from the rock, and charged down toward the tusked wild boar.

The tusked wild boar, which had been foraging, was extremely alert. Hearing the unusual sound, it abruptly stopped feeding and raised its head to stare in the direction Liang Bo was charging down from. It opened its mouth and let out a howl, its two scorched-yellow tusks thrust high toward the sky. Then it lowered its head, pawed at the ground with its front hooves, and actually launched a charge straight at Liang Bo.

Though the boar was huge, it was remarkably agile and immensely powerful. If it struck Liang Bo, he would be seriously injured even if he did not die.

However, with his movement technique now at the perfected basic level, avoiding this charge was naturally not difficult.

His body lightly sprang to the right, evading the boar's charge. Then, as the two passed each other, the long blade in his hand flashed out in an instant, slashing toward the boar's softest spot—its belly—before ripping fiercely across it.