Xu Yang soon put the Su Family's affairs out of his mind. Everyone who needed killing was dead. Even if the Su Family survived, they could no longer trouble him. That night, he sat with his palms, soles, and crown facing heaven and began studying the Blood Prison Heart Saber Scripture.
The Blood Prison Heart Saber Scripture was a supreme mental art for tempering the mind and cultivating saber intent. Only martial artists who had reached minor marrow cleansing barely qualified to practice it.
Previously, he had merely swallowed its contents whole and committed them to memory. Afraid of damaging his mind, he had not even dared study it.
Now that his minor marrow cleansing cultivation had stabilized, he should have been qualified to explore this art.
"The Blood Prison Heart Saber Scripture uses the mind to visualize a blood prison, tempering the mind and honing the will within it until saber intent is condensed. Only when that saber intent can cleave through the blood prison has perfection been attained..."
Xu Yang closed his eyes, and the contents of the Blood Prison Heart Saber Scripture appeared before him. He gradually grew still, his breathing steady.
As time passed, his aura grew increasingly keen.
Half an hour later, his aura suddenly fell into disarray. His breathing quickened, and beads of sweat the size of beans appeared on his forehead.
"Phew..."
Xu Yang opened his eyes and gasped for breath, his face deathly pale.
"This art truly taxes the mind. The threshold for practicing it is high, but it really is profound."
Merely studying it strained him. It was not that his comprehension was lacking, but that his mind was too weak. Exploring and analyzing it was like a child swinging a great saber. [Blood Prison Heart Saber Scripture: Not initiated (21/500)]