Mastery of Power

Profound Heaven Sect, Mission Hall.

Chen Dazheng finished registering the information and left with a look of joy, holding the Human-Grade Treasure Tool that Lin Xuan had repaired.

Repairing a Human-Grade Treasure Tool was an order issued by an elder, and for three months, no one had been able to fix it. Now that Lin Xuan had actually succeeded, he could bask in the reflected glory.

Humming a little tune, Chen Dazheng walked briskly toward the back mountain. Half an hour later, he arrived in front of a quiet courtyard and cupped his hands toward the two disciples guarding the gate.

"Two senior brothers, I am Chen Dazheng from the Mission Hall. I have come to request an audience with Elder Fang; please inform him."

The gate-guarding disciples said, "Elder Fang is in seclusion. Anything you have can be handed to us just the same."

"This is Elder Fang's Human-Grade Treasure Tool. It has been repaired; please accept it on his behalf." Chen Dazheng was somewhat disappointed that he could not see Elder Fang.

"Rest assured, just hand it to me," the guard said. "Wait a moment. There is another weapon here; take it back and post the mission again."

"There's more?" Chen Dazheng's eyes lit up, and he felt a surge of excitement. If he could get both of Elder Fang's treasure tools repaired, he would definitely win the elder's favor. Although it was Lin Xuan who repaired the weapons, his own contribution would be significant as well.

"Very well, senior brother, rest assured. I will go back and post the mission right away." Chen Dazheng took the treasure saber and left happily.

Lin Xuan had traveled a long way and finally returned to the Profound Heaven Sect.

There was no movement from Wine Lord yet, so he went to stroll around the Mission Hall.

"Junior Brother Lin, over here!"

As soon as Lin Xuan entered the Mission Hall, he heard someone calling his name. He looked in the direction of the voice and discovered that the one calling him was none other than Chen Dazheng.

"Senior Brother Chen, is there a new mission?" Lin Xuan asked with delight.

"Hehe, Junior Brother Lin, this is a treasure saber, also a mission issued by an elder. The price is the same as last time. How about it, will you take it?"

Lin Xuan was not short on Spirit Stones now, but he was severely lacking in Contribution Points. Hearing there was a mission, he naturally wanted to take it.

"I accept the mission, many thanks, Senior Brother Chen." Lin Xuan accepted the task and gave Chen Dazheng thirty Spirit Stones.

"Junior brother is truly generous!" Chen Dazheng's mouth stretched to his ears. He quickly tucked away the Spirit Stones and said with a beaming smile, "Just focus on repairing them well; I will save all the weapon-repairing missions here for you."

Lin Xuan smiled, bid farewell to Chen Dazheng, and then walked toward his small cabin with the long saber.

After spending an hour repairing the treasure saber, Lin Xuan pressed his hands together in a seal and entered a state of cultivation.

Driven by the Eternal Life Art, the spiritual energy within his body circulated rapidly along specific meridians. Lin Xuan was surrounded by green light, appearing like a ball of flame.

After a night of meditation, Lin Xuan did not feel any fatigue; on the contrary, he felt refreshed and filled with power.

Outside the window, the sun was rising, glowing red.

Wine Lord had also finished brewing the Spirit Wine, and his body was temporarily fine. He laughed heartily, "Little Xuan, you did well this time. This old man won't have to worry about running out of wine for the next few months."

"Next, it is time to teach you the Thunder Movement Swordsmanship. Pack your things, we are leaving!"

"Where to?" Lin Xuan asked, full of excitement.

"The Taihang Mountains. The duration of this training depends entirely on your comprehension," Wine Lord said.

"Let's go." Lin Xuan grabbed the repaired treasure saber, went to the Mission Hall to turn in the mission, and then headed toward the mountain gate.

Lin Xuan traveled through the forest continuously, finally finding a relatively clean cave to serve as a temporary residence, and then began his training.

The Thunder Movement Swordsmanship was not only fast but also violent. Regarding speed, Lin Xuan had no major issues; the main challenge was the mastery of power.

Power was one of the pursuits of a martial artist. The power of a Meridian Condensation Realm martial artist consisted of two aspects: one was the physical strength of the muscles, and the other was the power generated by the spiritual energy within the body.

It was considered decent if an average martial artist could exert half of their internal power; one could say the efficiency of power utilization was very low. Those who were better could exert seventy percent of their internal power.

Once a martial artist precisely mastered the power within their body and unleashed one hundred percent of its might, their strength would increase by a significant margin.

What Lin Xuan needed to do now was to precisely control the power in every part of his body.

"Little Xuan, I will now set the first training task for you," Wine Lord said. "First, find a large mountain and practice carving characters."

"Carving characters? Am I not here to cultivate? Why carve characters?" Lin Xuan was confused.

"Your control over spiritual energy is trash right now; you cannot effectively utilize the spiritual energy within your body. This first task is to allow you to gain preliminary control over your own spiritual energy," Wine Lord said. "Spread your ten fingers, carve a column of characters with each finger. You must carve them all at once, and I want the depth of every character to be identical. If you make a single mistake, start over."

"Carve twenty characters today. You can only sleep once you meet my requirements," Wine Lord said with a stern face.

"Rest assured!" Lin Xuan found a smooth mountain rock and channeled his internal spiritual energy; his ten fingers were shrouded in green light. He calmed his heart and focused his spirit, his fingers dancing. Whenever the spiritual energy touched the mountain rock, it left a groove behind.

Lin Xuan had originally thought it would be simple, but he was wrong. The first time his ten fingers touched the rock, the depth of the grooves was inconsistent.

His dominant right hand was clearly deeper than his left, and there were also differences between each finger. Only now did Lin Xuan realize that this was not an easy task. He had to channel the spiritual energy into his fingers evenly and then exert force in a balanced manner.

Just like that, Lin Xuan began to carve, over and over again...

Profound Heaven Sect, back mountain.

Inside a quiet courtyard, an old man with flowing white hair pushed open the door and stepped out.

"Elder Fang, this is your Human-Grade Treasure Tool. It has been repaired." A disciple in green robes handed over a long wooden box.

"Hmm? Repaired?" Elder Fang was somewhat surprised. He had not held much hope initially and had just left it at the Mission Hall casually.

He opened the box, took out the long sword, and swung it twice in the air. A sword ray shot into the sky, tearing through the void.

"Hmm, it seems even more powerful than before." Elder Fang held the long sword in his hand and examined it closely.

"This..." Elder Fang's hand suddenly trembled. "This is the technique of the Sword Pool Prefecture!"

"Who sent this?" Elder Fang asked.

"Chen Dazheng from the Mission Hall," the disciple in the green robe replied respectfully.

Whoosh!

Elder Fang transformed into a streak of light and vanished from the small courtyard.

Mission Hall, registration desk.

Chen Dazheng was looking down, verifying mission information, when a sudden gust of wind swept over, scattering the books on his desk.

He cursed under his breath and looked up, intending to press down on the papers to keep them from blowing away. But at this sight, he was startled, his heart nearly leaping out of his chest.

A figure stood silently before him, just like a ghost.

"E-Elder Fang!" Chen Dazheng cried out in agitation once he recognized the man's face.

"I ask you, who repaired that Human-Grade Treasure Tool?" Elder Fang demanded.

"An outer sect disciple named Lin Xuan," Chen Dazheng answered quickly.

"Surname Lin..." Elder Fang murmured.

"Have him come to see me."

"Yes!" Chen Dazheng said respectfully.

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