“Not bad,” Luo Mu took the fruit, biting into it.
This spiritual fruit had a natural fragrance that seemed to uplift the spirits and soothe the mind.
After three days of intense mental exertion, his mind was understandably fatigued, but at this moment, he felt a significant sense of relief.
“Are you ready to head back?” Cheng Qingman asked.
“Yeah, it's about time,” Luo Mu nodded.
There was still much to do back at the academy.
“I'll take you somewhere on the way,” Cheng Qingman said mysteriously.
“Where?” Luo Mu raised an eyebrow.
“You'll see when we get there, it's not far and it's on the way,” Cheng Qingman replied, tossing the seed of the fruit into a flower bed nearby.
“Alright,” Luo Mu nodded, trusting that Cheng Qingman wouldn't do anything meaningless.
—
Half a day later.
The land was vast, with mountains rising and falling, and a wide river winding through, its waters roaring like thunder, flowing relentlessly eastward.
On both sides of the river, towering peaks stood Great, and from time to time, sharp animal roars echoed in the distance.
“Slashing King Gorge?”
Luo Mu gazed at a stone tablet not far away, on which the three characters were carved.
“It's said that a thousand years ago, two kings fought here, their battle so fierce that it darkened the sky. In the end, one of the kings was slain,” Cheng Qingman explained.
“That's why it's called Slashing King Gorge.”
“But that's not the main point. The important part is that the battle left many traces, containing profound martial insights.”
“Some people have gained great enlightenment about the way of martial arts simply by observing these marks.”
Hearing this, Luo Mu sucked in a cold breath. To think that just the remnants of a battle could help someone grasp the essence of martial arts—how terrifying must the power of these kings have been?
“Many come here every year, but most leave empty-handed. One reason is that many of the traces have been weathered over time, leaving very little behind. The other reason is that comprehending martial arts from these traces requires high understanding and a bit of luck,” Cheng Qingman said.
She then jumped onto a large rock and continued, “By the way, one of the kings used a sword. Uncle Gongshu said that since you've grasped the sword intent, your comprehension should be quite good. So, you can give it a try here. Who knows, maybe you'll gain something.”
“The Sword King, huh...”
Luo Mu's eyes immediately blazed with excitement.
He hadn't expected that there would be such a great place in Fengdu County!
“You see, there are quite a few people here,” Cheng Qingman pointed ahead.
Luo Mu followed her gaze.
In the distance, he saw a gorge with a river rushing through the center, and on the left mountain peak, numerous large and deep marks remained.
Though they were still a distance away, he could already distinguish the shapes.
Some were sword scars, while others were fist prints!
However, the fist prints were rare, and there were still eight or nine sword scars remaining.
“Let's go!”
Luo Mu couldn't contain his excitement and immediately headed toward the gorge.
The Sword King's legacy!
Any insight gained from this could greatly improve his sword intent, and it would certainly be far more efficient than practicing the Mystic Tier sword techniques!
“Wait for me!”
Cheng Qingman quickly followed behind.
Before long, Luo Mu arrived at the foot of the mountain.
The mountain was towering, about a thousand meters high, and on its peak were nine sword scars.
However, eight of them had been nearly eroded by time, leaving only a faint trace.
One scar remained intact, located at the midsection of the mountain. It was also the largest of them all.
At that moment, several people were sitting cross-legged in front of the sword scar, their eyes wide open, staring fixedly at the scar without daring to blink.
Luo Mu counted—there were about a hundred people, all swordsmen.
The scene was very quiet, with only the sound of wind howling through the air.
No one spoke; they were all absorbed in their own world, focused on comprehending the sword scar's essence.
“Looks like there's no more space,” Luo Mu raised an eyebrow.
Or rather, there was no good spot left.
However, as soon as this thought crossed his mind, an older swordsman stood up.
His head hung low, his eyes filled with disappointment.
It was clear he hadn't gained any insights from the sword scar.
“I came from afar, only to leave empty-handed.”
“It seems that my martial path is destined to stop here.”
The old swordsman muttered to himself as he staggered past Luo Mu.
Martial arts training was indeed a cruel path—without talent, one would never reach a higher peak.
Luo Mu retracted his gaze and walked toward the spot where the old swordsman had been sitting.
Everyone was deeply engrossed in their comprehension, so there was no immediate rush to take up another spot.
“Junior Brother Luo, I can't wait for you this time. The academy's grand ceremony is coming up, and I need to head back to prepare,” Cheng Qingman said.
“Alright, thank you, Senior Sister Cheng,” Luo Mu nodded.
If it hadn't been for Cheng Qingman, he would have missed this place entirely.
“I'll see you back at the academy.”
Cheng Qingman smiled brightly and turned to leave.
She had wanted to stay with Luo Mu, both to deepen their relationship and because she liked him. It might even develop into something more.
But the academy's grand ceremony was too important.
She had to prepare well, or else her father would be disappointed.
After walking a little distance, Cheng Qingman paused and muttered a few words toward the nearby forest.
The branches rustled in response.
—
“Sword scars,” Luo Mu arrived at the old swordsman's spot.
This position was excellent—right in front, so close that he could touch the sword scars with a hand.
“Let's begin. Let me see what kind of profound insights the Sword King left behind in these marks.”
Luo Mu took a deep breath.
His gaze was like a torch, as he immersed himself in the sword scar before him.
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