His breakthrough had given these Wudang elders a boost in their morale. What people feared most was not patience, but hopelessness.
The entire Wudang Sect was enveloped in a rich vitality. Although it was still at its lowest point, at least everything was developing in a good direction.
Even from afar, he could hear the sounds of his senior brothers and sisters practicing their swordsmanship.
Bathed in the glow of the morning sun, the young Taoist priest slowly descended the Lotus Peak.
Level 4 Pure Yang Limitless Art
Xiantian seventh stage cultivation
Coupled with the Small Success Sword Drawing Technique
In addition to the Soft Palm, Cloud Ladder, Pure Yang Qi Sword, and other martial arts
Lin Xuan was confident that he was invincible at the Connate Realm. As for martial artists at the Grandmaster Realm, even if they were only at the Vajra Realm, they had already far exceeded his current imagination.
There was a fundamental difference between the three realms of grandmaster and the Connate realm. They could not be compared at all.
His next goal was to step into the Vajra Realm.
He went down the Lotus Peak and came to the mountain gate. From afar, he saw his Third Senior Sister Mu Huanhuan practicing the Sunlight Sword on the practice platform.
Her Taoist robe fluttered, her sword technique was sharp, and her body was graceful. She was bathed in the morning light, and not far away was the surging sea of clouds.
It made her look like a fairy from the sky.
Seeing that Mu Huanhuan was immersed in her sword technique cultivation, Lin Xuan did not disturb her. Instead, he watched quietly from the side.
When she finished practicing a set of sword techniques, she realized that the young Taoist priest was beside her.
"Little Junior Brother, you've come out of seclusion?"
Mu Huanhuan kept her sword and smiled.
"Yes."
Lin Xuan rubbed his stomach and chuckled,"Third Senior Sister, is there anything to eat?"
"Puchi!"
Seeing his appearance, Mu Huanhuan covered her mouth and laughed non-stop.
"Sister Huanhuan, I'm really hungry."
He had a bitter expression.
"Who told you not to come out of seclusion earlier?"
"Those senior brothers and junior brothers finished their breakfast clean," said Mu Huanhuan.”
"Let's go, I'll give you some food.”
With that, he walked towards the dining hall with his sword.
The young Taoist priest followed behind with a black face.
Mu Huanhuan was considered the elder among the second generation disciples of Wudang Sect. As she was the disciple of the Supreme Headmaster, she was meticulous and took up the responsibility of the kitchen and dining hall.
Although his craftsmanship was not very good, it was definitely not bad.
In no time, a bowl of steaming beef noodles was served.
During these days of seclusion, Lin Xuan relied on his qi and blood to maintain his physique. He was already starving.
How could he hold it in? He immediately picked up his chopsticks and wolfed down the food.
"Little Junior Brother, is Senior Sister's dish delicious?”
Third Senior Sister sat opposite him, her hands supporting her chin as she asked with a smile.
"Delicious."
The young Taoist priest blurted out.
"Sister Huanhuan, it's not enough."
After finishing the soup and noodles, he felt a little full and looked at his Third Senior Sister.
"Also, I'll give you another one."
Mu Huanhuan picked up her bowl and walked towards the kitchen.
After eating seven big bowls of beef noodles, he finally suppressed his hunger.
"Senior Sister, the food below is delicious."
He gave her a thumbs up.
Mu Huanhuan said," There's no more noodles. I'll ask them to make more for lunch later. Come over earlier."”
"Senior Sister still dotes on me the most."
Lin Xuan leaned back on the chair, one hand touching his round stomach, and the other holding a teacup.
It was a pleasure.
After chatting with his Third Senior Sister for a while, he returned to his room, took a hot bath, changed into a set of clean clothes, and fell asleep.
The past few days of breaking through had exhausted his essence, qi, and spirit. Now that he was relaxed, he could not help but feel tired.
When he woke up, it was already two days later. His fatigue was gone, and he was refreshed.
After washing up and meeting his master, he went to the library to pick a few martial arts manuals and went down the mountain.
According to Wudang's rules, new disciples had to guard the mountain for three years to train their minds and bodies.
Lin Xuan had already guarded the mountain for more than three years and could completely return to the mountain.
However, now that the Jianghu was in chaos, the three religions were fighting, the righteous and evil were fighting, and the court was in turmoil, it was difficult for Wudang to stay out of it.
Every now and then, there would be people who didn't know their limits and wanted to barge in and cause trouble. Ordinary disciples couldn't guard them at all.
Moreover, he had to rely on these people to gain experience.
It was still a familiar place.
Small bridges, flowing water, pavilions, ancient trees, green bamboos, stone tablets.
The warm wind reverberated, blowing the mountains green. The green grass and trees were blown green. Under the sunlight, the green leaves revealed a jade-like color, which was extremely attractive.
When the Pure Yang Limitless Technique reached the fourth level, there was no longer a need to deliberately cultivate Qi because the technique could operate on its own.
The zhenqi in his body was increasing all the time. This was the martial arts of Taoism. First, it was difficult, then it was easy. First, it was slow, then it was fast.
As long as his foundation was solid, his subsequent cultivation would be much easier.
He came to the bamboo forest and began to cultivate the Sword Drawing Art. The power of the Sword Drawing Art at the initial level was already extremely terrifying.
It could kill a master grandmaster at Xiantian ninth stage.
but this is not enough
Above the initial success was the great success, and finally the great completion.
The essence of the Sword Drawing Art was to nourish one's spirit.
If he wanted to push the Sword Drawing Art to the great success realm, he had to comprehend the sword force, and the great perfection realm required him to comprehend the sword intent.
Sword Dao was divided into five levels: technique, qi, force, will, and heart.
They were Sword Principle, Sword Qi, Sword Force, Sword Intent, and finally Sword Heart.
Swordsmanship was inferior, Sword Qi was intermediate, and Sword Intent and Sword Force were superior. As for the final Sword Heart Realm, it was the supreme realm of Sword Dao.
Sword Heart Condensation probably involved Sword Dao and Heavenly Dao.
Lin Xuan could only guess from the description of the Sword Heart Realm in the Sword Drawing Technique in his mind.
The fifth level of Sword Dao was like the third realm of Grandmaster. There was not much difference when one reached the extreme.
All techniques came from the same origin, but different paths ultimately pointed to the sword path.
However, how many people in the world could reach the pinnacle of one of the five states?
He was currently in the middle sword qi realm, and he needed to comprehend sword force to advance further.
Sword force and sword intent were illusory things that could not be accurately described with words. They could only be comprehended.
But regardless of whether it was sword force or sword intent, their foundations were all based on a martial artist's essence, spirit, and energy.
The essence of the body, Qi and blood
Qi is the internal force of the true qi
God's mind and soul
The stronger the three were, the easier it was to comprehend Shi and Yi.
However, there was a difference between sword force and sword intent.
Power comes from essence, and will comes from spirit.
Therefore, sword intent was even more difficult to comprehend than sword force. This was because force had its roots, while the source of intent, mind, and soul, was ethereal.
Some martial artists who seemed to have strong internal strength were actually weak mentally and could only unleash 50% of their original strength.
Some ordinary people had weak physiques, but they were tenacious. This was a strong mind.
"Tsk!"
The fine steel sword in his hand slashed out. There was no fluctuation of true qi, and Lin Xuan did not spend too much time thinking.
Instead, he concentrated all his essence, qi, and spirit into each sword.
When the water flows, the momentum will naturally come.
He drew his sword again and again. It looked like an ordinary sword, but if a top-notch sword expert was here, he would realize that this ordinary sword contained extremely terrifying power.
Four hours later, Lin Xuan sheathed his sword and began to cultivate the Soft Palm.
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