Chapter 57

No matter how many words are spoken, they are not as convincing as what is seen and heard, making one feel more genuine.

Even if Mr. Su spoke of the supremacy of the sword path with a thousand reasons, Shen Lian did not believe it, and there was nothing he could do about it.

Mr. Su did not say these words to change Shen Lian's perception, but merely to narrate his lifelong attitude towards the 'sword path.' If you do not believe this path can lead to the pinnacle, why walk it?

A thousand spells and myriad powers, in the end, all seek to attain the 'Dao.'

The moonlight was like water, slowly gathering in Mr. Su's hand.

This was not just the moonlight gathering; a long sword appeared in Mr. Su's hand, pale yellow, like Hetian jade.

The sword was two feet and seven inches long, perfectly formed from head to toe.

Even the sword guard and handle were vividly crafted, indistinguishable from a real one.

When he thrust the sword forward, it was truly indescribable.

A thread of sword qi appeared in the void, as fine as a silk thread.

The sword glow rushed toward Shen Lian, moving extremely fast, but still within his reaction range. He drew his sandalwood sword and accurately pointed it at the sword glow.

From drawing the sword to thrusting it, the entire process was seamless, like a flowing stream, completely natural.

But before the sword glow reached the tip of Shen Lian's sandalwood sword, it suddenly disappeared.

It seemed to have reached the limit of its power, like a spent arrow unable to pierce even the thinnest silk.

Shen Lian was particularly puzzled. Suddenly, he heard a hissing sound and turned around to see a deep sword mark five feet behind him.

It was clearly the work of the sword glow from just now.

"This is called the 'Yin-Yang Sword Qi.' With your current cultivation, you can勉强 learn it. In a moment of surprise, it might save your life in the future," Mr. Su said indifferently.

If the opponent had not known in advance, this disappearing sword qi would be absolutely difficult to guard against.

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In the martial world, those who can cultivate sword qi are already top-notch figures. It is even more difficult to cultivate a sword qi that can disappear.

However, Shen Lian adheres to one principle: practice makes perfect.

If he cannot learn something after a thousand attempts, he can try ten thousand times, as long as he has not taken the wrong path.

Mr. Su can use this 'Yin-Yang Sword Qi' with a casual thrust.

Shen Lian had to put in a lot of effort just to understand the essence of this casual thrust.

No matter how profound a sword technique is, it ultimately cannot escape the basic sword skills: chopping, slashing, intercepting, sweeping, thrusting, piercing, hooking, stabbing, wiping, sweeping, pointing, collapsing, hanging, and clouding.

These fourteen sword techniques are the foundation of the myriad variations in sword techniques.

Even if one can use a flying sword to take a head from a thousand miles away, in combat, it still cannot escape these fourteen variations.

The prototype of the 'Yin-Yang Sword Qi' forms within the body's meridians.

It is the internal qi from the dantian, passing through specific meridians, and finally forming through the sword as a medium.

Gathering internal qi to form sword qi is the simplest step.

However, the 'Yin-Yang Sword Qi' also passes through a total of thirty-five acupoints to form its prototype.

The most difficult part is that one thrust.

That decisive thrust is like the finishing touch on a dragon, extremely important.

The 'Yin-Yang Sword Qi' seems to disappear suddenly, but its root lies in the mysterious trajectory of that thrust.

Even with Shen Lian's understanding, he cannot fully grasp the fundamental principle of this mysterious trajectory or explain it.

He only knows that after mastering the essence of that thrust, the sword qi will enter another space halfway and emerge from another place.

The mystery of space is unfathomable, and this 'sword qi' already involves the secrets of space. With Shen Lian's current cultivation, he can perform it by following the steps.

If other cultivators in the world knew about this, they would not be amazed by the power of this sword qi but would fear the unfathomable depth of this mysterious Mr. Su.

Just as the formula for nuclear fusion can be learned by middle school students, the scholar who derived the formula has achieved a level that can only be admired.

Shen Lian has not reached that height and cannot understand the significance of the 'Yin-Yang Sword Qi.'

Again and again, his sword thrusts became simpler.

His posture when thrusting the sword was almost identical to Mr. Su's, but at the beginning, the difference between the two was still noticeable.

Even though the angle and speed of the thrusts were almost the same.

Shen Lian followed this trajectory, continuously mobilizing his internal qi.

However, the sword qi kept being emitted, but he could not find the rhythm to make it disappear after emission.

He was very patient. Each thrust was not just a complete imitation but a deep understanding of the differences in each thrust and the changes in the sword qi through the sensitivity of his soul.

This was a tedious process, but he could not take shortcuts.

Just as any great scientific achievement requires repeated calculations and experiments.

When fully immersed in something, time is never enough.

Shen Lian skipped meals, drinking water, and even sleeping.

His mental strength was sufficient to support him, and he had not needed to sleep for a long time.

This was already the umpteenth time Shen Lian had swung his sandalwood sword, which was now pitted and worn, looking old and shabby.

Shen Lian was disheveled, no longer as refined as before, and his eyes no longer had the same brilliance.

But naturally, he thrust the sword into the void with force, without any sword whistling or aura.

Shen Lian suddenly felt that the sword had become a part of his body, with meridians, as if it were his own flesh and blood.

That feeling was extremely special.

Flesh and blood can nourish the soul, and the soul can also nourish the flesh.

He and his sandalwood sword had developed an indescribable connection, not just a man and a sword, not just a unity of man and sword, but a mutual presence within each other.

This thrust was not something that could be described as smooth and flowing.

A fine thread of sword qi emerged from the tip of the sword, suddenly appeared, then disappeared, and finally, the distant yellow earth was stirred, clearly showing a deep sword mark.

More importantly, all of Shen Lian's eight extraordinary meridians were now unblocked, and his internal qi began to circulate rapidly without any obstruction.

He could hear the rush of blood in his body, like a long river, flowing freely and smoothly.

Just like a long-blocked river finally being cleared, the pleasure was indescribable.

A crisp applause reached Shen Lian's ears.

"I didn't expect you to not only master this sword qi within half a month but also understand the way of refining magical treasures," Mr. Su said, always appearing and disappearing mysteriously.

The unblocking of Shen Lian's Ren and Du meridians and the continuous flow of internal qi were not significant in Mr. Su's eyes. He had seen geniuses born with all meridians unblocked.

Even mastering the 'Yin-Yang Sword Qi' was within his expectations, as he had already provided the method. As long as one was not a fool and practiced diligently, success was inevitable.

What surprised him was that Shen Lian had unintentionally refined a magical treasure.