Fighters, great warriors, swordsmen, all had consciousness in their minds. Sword Masters, Sword Venerables, and Sword Sovereigns all possessed spiritual consciousness in their minds.
Swordsmen could only condense sword qi, but swordmasters could solidify sword qi and produce sword light.
Swordsmen could only practice Earth Level techniques, fighting techniques, and use Earth Level weapons. A Sword Master could train in different levels of cultivation methods, Dou Techniques, and use different levels of weapons.
One could imagine how big the gap between the two was.
As for how to let his consciousness grow and evolve into spiritual sense? How could he make the sword qi solidify and form a sword light? Chu Feiwu wasn't sure. Even his grandfather, a ninth-level swordsman, wasn't sure.
As long as one's consciousness was raised to the level of spiritual sense, the sword qi in one's body would solidify and form a sword light, and one would become a standard " sword master." However, human experts who could successfully complete these two steps were very rare and difficult to succeed.
Just as Chu Feiwu was thinking about all sorts of things, that old man Xiao began to return. He stood in front of the wooden house and looked around. His face was a little green and ugly, and he returned to his room to sleep very unwillingly.
Chu Feiwu was secretly happy. Fortunately, his soul perception was especially powerful tonight and he noticed it. Otherwise, how could he die without knowing? However, that Miss Xiao was innocent, cute, beautiful, and charming. She did not have any schemes and had a good impression of him. Unfortunately, the two of them were not fated to meet. This time, after he left, he would have to face the sinister Jianghu. In the future, the two of them would probably not have the chance to meet again.
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Strange, why did he start to miss Miss Xiao? Could it be that his beloved Han Yu-er had already disappeared from his heart? Was that even possible?
Chu Feiwu revealed a bitter smile on his face. He felt a sharp pain in his heart. Whenever he thought of Han Yu-er, his heart would ache. It seemed that he had to forget her as soon as possible. Otherwise, he would live under her shadow for the rest of his life.
Chu Feiwu immediately slipped off the ground and flew out like a little bird. After running for about half a night, he finally saw the outside world through the starlight. However, he was too sleepy at this time. He found a big tree at the edge of the forest, climbed up the top of the tree, and lay there to sleep.
When Chu Feiwu woke up, the sun was already high up in the sky. He was woken up by the noise outside.
"Strange, where did that brat run off to? We've been busy all night, but we still haven't found him? I'm really sleepy."
"Sigh, this kid is courting death. He actually dared to kill a disciple of our Heaven Sect and even severely injured Elder Mu Tie's precious only son.”
"Sect Leader Mu, he ordered us disciples to find that brat within three days and capture him alive to avenge his nephew. Otherwise, we will be punished when we return.”
"Today, Elder Mu Tie will bring a large group of disciples here. I reckon that they are going to enter this great forest to search for that damned brat?”
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