Chapter 24

**True Martial Era 395, July 26th.**

The sky was somewhat dim, the sunlight obscured by large, dark clouds. A gust of wind blew, and the air was filled with a sense of oppression.

Chen Zong's figure swayed like a willow by the water, his sword movements gentle and resilient, exuding a unique beauty.

The Willow Swinging Sword Technique had six forms, which Chen Zong practiced over and over again.

A few days ago, the Residual Image Sword Technique had reached the Subtle Realm, giving Chen Zong a more intuitive understanding of this mysterious state. The Willow Swinging Sword Technique was often practiced alongside the Residual Image Sword Technique, and he found some commonalities between them. Using these commonalities, he could cultivate and comprehend the Subtle Realm.

Over and over again, Chen Zong's understanding of the Willow Swinging Sword Technique deepened, gradually developing his own unique style.

He recalled the willows by the water he had seen before, imagining the feeling, and gradually incorporated it into his practice.

**Draw the sword!**

The fine steel sword moved like a willow branch, yet it was not any of the six forms. It swayed naturally in the wind, and Chen Zong's body moved with it, as if he had truly become a willow by the water, exuding a unique charm.

His body trembled, his blood surging, undergoing self-refinement.

After a moment, the blood calmed, and Chen Zong felt that the progress of the seventh blood refinement had significantly improved, equivalent to about seven to eight days of hard practice.

**Swing the sword!** The hard fine steel sword became flexible, moving like a willow branch. *Swish, swish, swish,* Chen Zong performed the six forms of the Willow Swinging Sword Technique, as if giving them life, making them vivid and lively.

The Willow Swinging Sword Technique in the Subtle Realm!

**True Martial Era 395, July 30th.**

The sun set, the sky tinged with a deep red, and the afterglow draped the clan hall in a layer of rosy light.

On the training ground, most of the martial disciples had left, leaving only Chen Zong practicing his sword techniques.

Accompanied by the sword light was a series of sharp, piercing whistles.

The Eagle Strike Sword Technique!

With the Residual Image Sword Technique and the Willow Swinging Sword Technique both reaching the Subtle Realm, Chen Zong's understanding of the Subtle Realm deepened further. When practicing the Eagle Strike Sword Technique, his comprehension was faster.

Over and over again, as he practiced, countless insights swirled around him. Chen Zong felt as if he were about to transform into a soaring eagle in the sky.

His figure suddenly leaped, the sword light flashing as he slashed forward. A high-pitched, piercing whistle followed, as if coming from the sky, echoing throughout the training ground.

He landed lightly, sheathed his sword, and his face naturally broke into a smile.

The Eagle Strike Sword Technique in the Subtle Realm!

The three sword techniques reaching the Subtle Realm had a significant effect on blood refinement, equivalent to Chen Zong's efforts over twenty days. Chen Zong could feel that the seventh blood refinement was nearly complete.

"Within half a month, it will definitely be completed," Chen Zong thought to himself, giving himself a generous estimate of half a month.

**True Martial Era 395, August 10th.**

Without a doubt, Chen Zong once again claimed the title of Chief Disciple, earning a reward.

This was the eleventh time Chen Zong had claimed the title of Chief Disciple.

Such an achievement was rare in the history of the Chen Clan.

Chen Zong drank an entire jar of Tiger Yang Bone Wine, his cultivation of the Tiger Roar Technique causing his blood to surge and vibrate, emitting a roar like a fierce tiger. His skin turned red, and his body temperature rose sharply.

His blood seemed to run wild like a galloping horse, but Chen Zong remained steadfast, allowing the blood to impact and refine itself.

His body suddenly trembled, as if a terrifying roar echoed from within, transforming into a sound wave that roared through his body, causing the air to ripple and the white paper on the table to scatter.

The redness of his skin gradually faded, and his breathing returned to normal.

"Good, my blood has finally completed the seventh refinement," Chen Zong's eyes shone brightly.

"At the same time, the seventh refinement is also my limit," his tone was a mix of disappointment and relief, a complex feeling.

He was disappointed because he knew someone might have reached the eighth refinement, which raised his expectations even higher. He was relieved because the seventh refinement was already so difficult, and the eighth would be even more challenging, with no clear timeline for when he could achieve it.

"I'm being a bit greedy," Chen Zong couldn't help but shake his head and laugh. "Back then, I only hoped to cultivate normally and become a martial artist. But since obtaining the mysterious sword tip, everything has changed, and my future has gradually exceeded my expectations, leading me to set higher goals, perhaps too high."

"However, refining the blood seven times is already the highest record in the Chen family. Even in the entire Wind Martial City, it is considered one of the top records. For me, it is enough, especially since my advantage lies more in martial arts."

"Now, my blood has been refined to its limit. After consolidating, I can break through to the fourth level of the Blood Qi Realm and become a martial artist within a few days," Chen Zong's eyes were fiery, his voice filled with excitement.

Becoming a martial artist!

This has been his goal all along, and now it is within reach, how could he not be excited?

"With the foundation of seven blood refinements, reaching the fourth level of the Blood Qi Realm is not difficult."

Under normal circumstances, a martial disciple can refine their blood three times, which is the limit. To break through to the fourth level of the Blood Qi Realm, the success rate is about 70%, with a 30% chance of failure. If one fails, the blood will be damaged and require time to recover, preventing a second attempt in the short term. However, if one successfully overcomes the second attempt, they often succeed.

If one refines their blood four times, the success rate of the first breakthrough is 90%, and under normal circumstances, as long as one's luck isn't too bad, they can break through successfully in one attempt.

Refining the blood five times results in a 100% success rate for the first breakthrough.

The sixth refinement is even easier.

As for the seventh refinement, it naturally builds upon the sixth.

**True Martial Era 395, August 13th.**

This would be a memorable day.

After two days of consolidation, Chen Zong's blood was fully stabilized, and it was time to break through.

"The greatest difference between a martial artist and a martial disciple lies in the Blood Qi and Qi Blood."

"For a martial disciple, blood comes before qi, with blood being the primary focus and qi as a secondary aid, mainly to refine the body and enhance physical strength."

"For a martial artist, qi comes before blood, with blood as a secondary aid. This allows for a comprehensive enhancement of the body, unlocking potential, and the ability to use Blood Qi independently, making it much more effective for high-level martial arts, far surpassing mere Blood Qi."

The order of Blood Qi and Qi Blood makes a significant difference.

Taking a deep breath, Chen Zong cleared his mind and carefully sensed his blood.

After seven refinements, his blood was pure red, with no trace of impurities, flowing like a river in his veins, providing wave after wave of powerful energy.

"To break through and transform Blood Qi into Qi Blood, one must first burn the blood, purify it into qi, and then nourish the blood, combining the two to achieve Qi Blood."

Chen Zong had already simulated each step in his mind multiple times.

His body trembled, his heart beating like a drum, strong and powerful, *thump, thump.* The blood surged, its speed rapidly increasing, surpassing its limits, and the temperature rose sharply, *sizzle, sizzle,* as if it were boiling.

Chen Zong's skin turned a frightening red, and his body emitted a scorching heat. If this temperature were to affect an ordinary person, they would have already lost consciousness and their blood would have dried up.

As the blood burned at high temperatures, its volume decreased. At the same time, Chen Zong could "see" a faint red mist forming in his veins, as delicate as silk.

The blood decreased, and the red mist increased, forming a cycle.

When the red mist filled his veins, it began to deepen in color.

As the last drop of blood burned away, the red mist turned a deep, vivid red, like fresh blood. It seemed to be squeezed out of a sponge, dripping back into his veins, flowing once again.

As the blood flowed, Chen Zong could feel his body changing. He quickly grabbed the prepared energy pills, ten in total, and chewed and swallowed them rapidly.

With the energy pills, the rate at which the red mist dripped into the blood increased several times, more and more, forming a steady stream. His heart beat stronger, his bones became harder, his tendons more resilient, and his muscles tighter...

An hour later, the changes finally stopped. In Chen Zong's veins, the blood flowed brightly red, with a mist of red qi surrounding it, moving in sync.

A more powerful force was contained within.

"Is this the power of the fourth level of the Blood Qi Realm?" Chen Zong clenched his fists, feeling as if he could crush steel, his excitement overwhelming.

Under normal circumstances, breaking through from the peak of the third level of the Blood Qi Realm to the fourth level would take several days to complete, as the body needs sufficient nutrients to replenish the energy consumed during the process.

But Chen Zong did not. He consumed fifty energy pills, using the nutrients and energy within them to forcibly enhance his body, completing the transformation from a martial disciple to a martial artist.

The standard strength of a single arm for a fourth-level Blood Qi Realm martial artist is one thousand pounds, a twofold increase.

If one uses the power of Qi Blood, the strength will be further amplified, becoming even more formidable.

"I wonder what the blood of those who have refined their blood three or four times looks like after breaking through," Chen Zong thought to himself. He could internally observe his own Qi Blood, which was pure and bright red.

Having refined his blood seven times, perhaps his Qi Blood would be different from that of ordinary martial artists.

Inside the room, Chen Zong performed a set of Tiger Force Fist, his movements creating a series of powerful gusts, far surpassing his previous performance, giving him a great sense of satisfaction.

"Since I have broken through and consolidated, it's time to enter the main clan hall."

Chen Zong picked up his sword, his posture dignified and confident, his back straight like a sword, his steps light and firm. He headed to the main hall of the clan to find an attendant to verify his cultivation, thus officially entering the clan and enjoying better cultivation resources and higher-level martial arts.

All of this would make him even stronger.

(After much effort, the goal has been achieved, and the transformation into a martial artist has been completed. Can you feel the sense of relief and joy?

This chapter ends here. Tomorrow, a new chapter begins: True Sword Unparalleled)

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