Chapter 50

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Chen Xun stood at the entrance of the classroom, took a deep breath, and firmly held the secret letter given to him by his mother.

Chen Xun felt an indescribable sense of exhilaration after the intense and satisfying battle, his mastery of the Savage Soul Saber Technique having improved further. Sensing his energy was about to be depleted, he reined in his saber, his face slightly pale as he stood to one side and asked Zong Sang, "Uncle, how was my Five Stances of the Long Saber?"

Zong Sang, fearing he might injure Chen Xun, had held back his strength. As a result, Chen Xun's full-force attacks were not easy to counter. He stopped, drenched in sweat, and laughed heartily, praising him, "You're quite something, kid. You said it was five stances, but how many times did you attack me with your saber?"

Seeing the white frost covering the ground, he wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "I felt colder and colder as we fought, even though I was sweating. It turns out it was frost again?"

"You blind fool, except for the area around you, where else is there frost within ten meters?" Nan Liao, seeing that Zong Sang had been fighting with Chen Xun for so long without noticing the peculiarities of Chen Xun's mystic technique, laughed and scolded him.

Only then did Zong Sang realize he was in the midst of the cold frost, while ten meters away, the setting sun was warming the area. He drew in a sharp breath and said, "What mystic technique are you practicing? It's so strange."

Chen Xun had suffered severe injuries on Great Solitary Peak, where his soul sea had manifested a six-armed giant demon, drawing on the essence of heaven and earth to reshape his damaged body. Among these, the extremely cold mystic energy was the most powerful.

Su Tang said he had become a Mystic Cold Spirit Body, and his soul essence naturally took on the attributes of the Mystic Cold.

When Zong Sang fought with Chen Xun, he was not greatly affected, mainly because he had already reached the peak of the ninth level of the Savage Martial Arts. If it were another upper-level Savage Martial Arts practitioner who had just entered the seventh level of Blood Change, they would not have been able to handle Chen Xun's saber so easily.

When Chen Xun stormed the village, he easily killed two strong enemies from the Shan Tong tribe, one injured and one dead, demonstrating the power of the Mystic Cold Spirit Body.

Nan Liao thought Chen Xun had recovered some of his memories and was now practicing a family-transmitted mystic technique, so he pulled Zong Sang aside, telling him not to ask too many questions.

Nan Liao then dispersed the onlookers, telling them to go about their business. After seeing Chen Xun's battle with Zong Sang, he truly confirmed that Chen Xun had the strength of an upper-level Savage Martial Arts practitioner.

In addition to integrating the Great Peng Secret Fist into his saber techniques, the extremely cold savage aura that could condense frost from the air was even more astonishing.

The duration of Chen Xun's full-force Savage Martial Arts practice, as observed by Nan Liao, far exceeded that of other upper-level Savage Martial Arts practitioners who had just entered the seventh level of Blood Change. He secretly felt that the purity and strength of Chen Xun's savage soul were almost on par with those of a peak ninth-level Savage Martial Arts practitioner.

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The secrets of the Fu Yuan Technique could not be privately taught to outsiders; the soul sea manifestation and the shaping of the body with spirit energy had been kept secret for so many years, even from Grandfather Zong Tu. Chen Xun naturally would not mention them.

When they sat down in the stone hall, Chen Xun shared his insights on using the extremely cold mystic energy to enter the body and the dual refinement of his muscles and skin with the savage soul essence, without holding back, to Nan Liao, Zong Sang, and Grandfather Zong Tu.

These insights were still quite rudimentary and would not be considered significant in the ancient and profound lineages of the world, but for the Wuyang, which had declined to such a degree that most of their Savage Martial Arts techniques had been lost, they were extremely valuable.

Nan Liao and Zong Sang were both at the peak of the ninth level of the Savage Martial Arts, and it was unknown when they would be able to condense their first drop of primitive true blood and advance to the Rebirth Realm. However, Chen Xun's insights were still very useful to them.

This meant that even if they could not advance to the Rebirth Realm, they still had room for further improvement in their cultivation and strength, meaning they could break through new limits and reach new peaks.

Chen Xun speculated that the vast majority of peak ninth-level Savage Martial Arts practitioners could not advance to the Rebirth Realm because the purity and strength of their blood and body were far from sufficient to condense primitive true blood.

The so-called peak was far from being the true peak. Only by using different polarities of spirit energy for multiple refinements, continuously refining the body, blood, and bone marrow to new extremes, could they gradually close the gap to the Rebirth Realm.

Especially after the seventh level of Blood Change and the eighth level of Bone Marrow Change, there were no clear cultivation goals for the ninth level of Blood Condensation. This likely meant that after reaching the ninth level, the main focus would be on continuously breaking through existing limits, rather than being constrained by the so-called peak.

Even the differences in the purity and strength of the spirit energy of heaven and earth had a significant impact on cultivation. Chen Xun had a deep understanding of this after months of intense practice in the lake and marshlands.

"Xun's words have truly benefited us greatly. This might be a way for us to break through our current cultivation levels," Nan Liao said, also sharing his insights on the cultivation of the savage soul, hoping to benefit each other.

Chen Xun asked Grandfather Zong Tu, "Grandfather, the Wuyang once had many strong warriors, even those who could contend with the supreme Sky Savages of the Tianyuan Realm. Why are there no written records of their cultivation insights?"

Grandfather Zong Tu sighed, "The most important aspect of the transmission of Savage Martial Arts, besides the savage images, is the savage master. In the tribe, the status of the savage master is the highest. Many cultivation secrets are passed down orally by the savage master, without written records. This is a rule passed down by our ancestors..."

Chen Xun then understood why the Wuyang had declined to such a degree. This secret transmission method, while consolidating the status of the savage master in the tribe, meant that if the savage master died unexpectedly, the transmission of Savage Martial Arts could easily be broken.

Moreover, the lack of effective communication among savage masters, each practicing in isolation, often led to a narrowing of the cultivation path.

In contrast, although the world clans and sects were extremely cautious of each other, within the clans and sects, various cultivation insights and secrets were recorded in writing, ensuring the continuity of the transmission and the continuous improvement of the transmission system.

Chen Xun took out the silk book "Residual Interpretation of Dao Essence" written by Greenwood Daoist and handed it to Grandfather Zong Tu, saying, "Although there are still many parts of the silk book I don't understand, I have memorized them all. Perhaps this silk book will have greater significance if it stays with the Wuyang."

Grandfather Zong Tu understood Chen Xun's meaning. Although the silk book was not particularly profound, it was the first written record of Savage Martial Arts cultivation to break free from the constraints of secret transmission. For the Wuyang to revive, this might be the right path.

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Chen Xun said he wanted to integrate the Great Peng Secret Fist into the Nine Abyss War Spear, but after days of deep thought, he realized it was not an easy task.

Chen Xun's soul sea manifestation, a six-armed giant demon, was far more pure and precious than the ancient bloodlines that had appeared in the world. The wisdom and spiritual awareness it generated far exceeded even Su Tang's Crystal Heart Realm, which was why he had such high insight in cultivating Savage Martial Arts.

However, even so, it was only after seeing over a thousand savage tribesmen being devoured by wolf packs, leaving the ground covered with severed limbs and bones, and his soul and spirit falling into a profound and desolate state of sorrow, that Chen Xun suddenly gained wisdom. During the attack of the green wolves, he inadvertently integrated the Dao essence of the Great Peng Secret Fist into his black sheath saber, thereby thoroughly understanding the profound meaning of the Great Peng Secret Fist.

Integrating the Great Peng Secret Fist into saber techniques was already a difficult task, involving only a slight change in the savage soul manifestation in the soul sea, transforming the fist stance into a saber stance.

The Nine Abyss War Spear, on the other hand, evolved from the Wuyang's thousand-year-old savage soul martial technique, "Reversed Scales." Integrating two savage soul martial techniques would be hundreds or even thousands of times more difficult.

With myriad manifestations and a single-minded focus, Chen Xun knew that theoretically, the two savage soul martial techniques could be integrated, but it was not something he could achieve on his own.

Even if he could integrate the five stances of the Great Peng Secret Fist into spear techniques, it would still be two distinct savage soul martial techniques. When using them, he would need to switch between different savage soul manifestations in his soul sea, which would make the techniques less fluid and significantly reduce their power.

Chen Xun was now a Mystic Cold Body, which was extremely precious for a true cultivator, but whether it was beneficial or detrimental for a martial practitioner, Su Tang was not entirely clear.

After the spring thaw, the extremely cold mystic energy in the world would dissipate, and Chen Xun did not rush to practice the Fu Yuan Technique that Su Tang had taught him.

Over the next few days, Chen Xun carefully drew the hundreds of medicinal herbs he had learned to identify during his trip to the lake and marshlands on animal hides.

Some of these herbs were unique to the lake and marshlands, while others grew in the Python Tooth Ridge. After the Su family opened a trade route from Canglan City to the northern mountains of Python Tooth Ridge, merchants would continuously come down from Canglan City.

Even if the village could not refine these herbs into medicines, they could still trade them with the merchant caravans from Canglan City for scarce resources.

In addition, Chen Xun mainly practiced the Dragon Binding Technique in the village.

Although Chen Xun only knew the first level of the Dragon Binding Technique, he had a foundation for cultivating spiritual awareness.

Do not underestimate Chen Xun's current sharp spiritual senses, which could detect faint auras hundreds of meters away. However, by the standards of the Rebirth Realm, his spiritual awareness was still as fine as a thread, not yet capable of casting spells.

For Chen Xun, the Dragon Binding Technique, when combined with archery, had the mystical effect of never missing a shot, which was enough to make him invest a lot of effort in its practice.

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One day, after returning from the deep mountains of Python Tooth Ridge to gather herbs and practice, Chen Xun saw a crowd gathered in the village. He thought the Su family's people who had come to select tribal youths for the Canglan Academy had finally arrived in the northern mountains of Python Tooth Ridge, and he walked into the village with great anticipation.

When Chen Xun entered the stone hall, he saw Gu Jianfeng, the son of Gu Hu, and several Black Mountain tribe warriors sitting inside.

"Xun, Jianfeng is here representing the Black Mountain tribe. First, to thank you for saving his life, and second, to bring gifts and make peace with us Wuyang," Grandfather Zong Tu, holding a broken bone staff, smiled and waved for Chen Xun to sit down.

Although the people from Canglan had not arrived, hearing this news, Chen Xun was still overjoyed. The tribes had been fighting for years, and it was no easy feat to put aside their hatred and make peace. This would give the Wuyang a chance to rest and recover.

The Wuyang now had fewer than a thousand people, and apart from Zong Tu, Zong Sang, and Nan Liao, no one had yet reached the upper-level Savage Martial Arts. Establishing themselves in the northern mountains of Python Tooth Ridge was difficult, and even a three to five-year period of rest and recovery would be of great significance to the Wuyang.

Although Gu Jianfeng was only sixteen, he had been helping his father, Gu Hu, manage tribal affairs since childhood, and his face had long lost its childishness, appearing shrewd and capable.

Gu Hu might still have some lingering suspicions about the Wuyang, but sending his son Gu Jianfeng to the Wuyang was appropriate.

Gu Jianfeng's slightly gaunt face was chiseled, his eyes sharp and full of spirit, and his bulging muscles exuded a sense of power. Standing like a mountain, he was not much shorter than Zong Sang. Sitting with Grandfather Zong Tu, Nan Liao, and Zong Sang, his presence was not weak, and his mental state was stronger than his current sixth-level Savage Martial Arts cultivation.

With just a couple more years of practice, Gu Jianfeng could enter the seventh level of Blood Change and become a true upper-level Savage Martial Arts practitioner.

In terms of talent, Zong Ya and Zong Ling might not be any stronger than Gu Jianfeng.

Seeing Gu Jianfeng stand up to bow, Chen Xun rubbed his hands and laughed, "I shot a few arrows at you that day at the village entrance, and you didn't hold it against me. I feel quite embarrassed about it."

"Xun, you spared my life at the village entrance. How could I not understand that?" Gu Jianfeng said respectfully. When he was in danger at Wild Horse Creek, he had been too shaken to properly observe Chen Xun. Now, seeing Chen Xun's youthful face, which was a few years younger than his own, he felt a sense of depth and mystery.

Gu Jianfeng did not know the details of why the Wuyang had spared the Black Mountain tribe, but he guessed that the young man in front of him must have played a role. He was still grateful and continued, "My father intended to come personally to apologize to the Wuyang, but recently a scaled vulture has built a nest on Black Rock Peak, and my father dare not leave the village easily. So, he sent me to represent the Black Mountain tribe to apologize to the Wuyang, hoping that the two tribes can reconcile and put aside past grievances..."