Xiao Chen: Master Is Too Powerful

Clang!

Beneath a waterfall thousands of feet high,

Xiao Chen was swinging his sword again and again with all his strength.

Every swing tested his body and willpower.

If he did not possess the Innate Sword Physique and the physical strength of the Dao Foundation Realm,

he probably would not even have been able to stand steady beneath the waterfall, much less swing his sword while striving to make every stroke perfect.

At first, stray thoughts still crossed Xiao Chen's mind, but as he immersed himself in swinging his sword,

his world soon held nothing but him and his sword.

Several hours later, Xiao Chen felt there was not a shred of strength left in his body.

With a splash, the waterfall swept him into the water.

Xiao Chen let the water carry him out, then sprang back onto the bank with a carp kip-up and began to recover his strength.

Once he had recovered some of his strength, he resumed practicing with his sword.

Day after day, night after night.

At the Miscellaneous Dao Institute,

Chu Feng was trying to communicate with the system. Unfortunately, apart from speaking when he took on a disciple, it had never responded to him.

"I didn't expect this system to be such a tsundere."

After several fruitless attempts, Chu Feng could not be bothered with the system anymore. He picked a book at random from the collection and began reading it with relish.

Seven days passed in the blink of an eye.

Chu Feng felt his body growing a little stiff from lying around.

"I wonder how that boy Little Chen is doing now?"

After giving it some thought, he decided to go see how the boy's cultivation was coming along.

After all, the boy was his disciple, and as his master, he naturally had to check his progress.

Chu Feng now had ten years of cultivation. Although he could not fly, moving as swiftly as if he were flying was no problem.

A short while later, Chu Feng arrived at the waterfall and saw someone standing beneath it, swinging a sword again and again.

Under the waterfall's pounding, Xiao Chen was already soaked to the skin.

Yet every sword stroke was still just as powerful.

It looks like this boy took my words to heart.

I happen to have nothing to do, so I might as well fish here.

It was one of the things he used to enjoy doing.

Splash.

Just as Chu Feng caught a fish, Xiao Chen was swept into the water by the waterfall, where he lay motionless like a piece of driftwood.

Only after a while did he come ashore, gasping for breath.

When Xiao Chen saw that Chu Feng had come, he caught his breath before speaking. "Your disciple greets you, Master."

"No need for formalities. You must be exhausted. Rest for a while first."

Chu Feng spoke at once.

Xiao Chen nodded, then lay down on the bank and closed his eyes to rest.

A moment later, he opened his eyes and asked, "Master, what brings you here?"

"I came to see how you were cultivating."

Chu Feng paused, then continued, "Is this how you usually rest?"

"Yes. I spend all twelve hours of the day here now. I either practice my sword or lie down and rest. At night, I occasionally take a nap for two hours." After saying this, Xiao Chen looked at Chu Feng cautiously.

Hiss...

Is this the legendary sword fanatic?

After a moment of inward reflection, Chu Feng said, "If you cultivate like this, you'll ruin yourself in less than three months. Cultivation is important, but you also need to balance work and rest."

"Your lesson is well deserved, Master. I only wanted to comprehend sword intent sooner so I wouldn't disappoint you. Master, do you know any way to recover my strength quickly?"

Xiao Chen gazed at Chu Feng expectantly.

"To recover your strength quickly, you would naturally take pills. But we sword cultivators have no need for such things."

Chu Feng spouted nonsense with a perfectly serious face. The most important reason was that he was too poor to afford pills.

He held the title at the Miscellaneous Dao Institute in name only, but Dao-Seeking Academy knew he had no cultivation and did not give him any pills at all.

They gave him only some spirit stones each month to buy daily necessities.

But his disciple had asked, and if he could not give him any answer, wouldn't he seem useless?

He smiled and said, "I have a method called Sitting in Forgetfulness. Whenever you grow tired from cultivating, you can use it to restore yourself.

"This method not only restores you, but is also a way to cultivate your spiritual consciousness."

Xiao Chen's eyes lit up. A method for cultivating spiritual consciousness! His master was extraordinary indeed, to possess a method that served both cultivation and practice.

"Please teach me this method, Master."

Chu Feng smiled and said, "For this method, you may either lie down or sit cross-legged. Once you have become completely calm, begin forgetting everything. Free yourself from the bonds of your body and thoughts, and become one with the Great Dao.

"This way, not only can you recover quickly, but you can also cultivate your spiritual consciousness while recovering."

Xiao Chen said excitedly, "Then I'll try it first."

Chu Feng waved his hand. "There's no need to rush. From now on, practice your sword during the day and set aside a few hours at night for Sitting in Forgetfulness."

"Thank you for your guidance, Master."

With that, Xiao Chen sat cross-legged, calmed himself, and closed his eyes to rest. After resting for half an hour, he resumed swinging his sword.

Seeing the sun set behind the western mountains, Chu Feng carried the few fish he had caught back to the Miscellaneous Dao Institute, still wondering, Should I braise these two or steam them?

It was late at night.

The night breeze was blowing over the land.

Beside the stream below the waterfall, Xiao Chen sat cross-legged.

For the past few days, Xiao Chen had cultivated until midnight every day, then entered meditation.

It had been nearly half a month since his master had taught him the Sitting in Forgetfulness method.

At first, his physical exhaustion and the distractions around him had kept him from truly entering meditation and calming his mind.

But as time passed, he had become quite adept at entering meditation.

Every time he emerged from meditation, he felt full of vigor. It was far better than resting on his own.

At this moment, Xiao Chen had forgotten everything. He could no longer feel the fatigue of body or mind.

He was in a state that was mystical, yet not quite mystical. He seemed on the verge of becoming one with heaven and earth, but was still just a little short.

That night, the wondrous state soon arrived.

Xiao Chen quickly emptied his mind. At that moment, his consciousness seemed to transcend his body and gradually merge with everything around him.

No one knew how much time passed.

Xiao Chen suddenly felt a sense of self-forgetfulness. His soul transcended and ascended, and his comprehension of the Sword Dao rose to another level.

Only when the sun slowly rose and he felt its scorching rays did he subconsciously withdraw his consciousness.

He opened his eyes and looked at the sun rising in the east, eager to begin cultivating.

Xiao Chen walked over to the waterfall. When he swung his sword for the first time, he was astonished to discover that his mastery of that stroke had reached the height of perfection.

He could not help exclaiming inwardly, Master really is too powerful. With just the Sitting in Forgetfulness method, I've improved so much.

Those fellows at the Dao Inquiry School really are old muddleheads. Master is so powerful, yet they sent him to run the Miscellaneous Dao Institute.

I wonder if I can reach that state of forgetting everything while swinging my sword?

At that thought, Xiao Chen cast aside all distracting thoughts and continued swinging his sword.

I must not disappoint Master!