Chapter 626 - 621: Void Wind God Sword: Entry Level
Chapter 626: Chapter 621: Void Wind God Sword: Entry Level
A few days later, the news brought back by the Elder sent to gather information plunged the Thunderlight Pavilion into an even more oppressive, deathly silence.
Elder Lei Zheng and his two companions had not appeared in the Imperial Capital.
Their names were not on the roster for the Martial Arts Assembly; they hadn’t even registered.
"What?"
An Elder shot to his feet, his face livid.
"Elder Lei Zheng and the others... they didn’t go to the Imperial Capital for the Martial Arts Assembly?"
"Elder Lei Zheng and the others..."
Another Elder spoke slowly, his voice hoarse.
"They must have met with disaster on their way to the Imperial Capital!"
The hall fell silent for a moment. Lei Qianting slowly lifted his deep-set eyes, his voice as cold and hard as iron.
"Dispatch men at once to meticulously investigate the route Elder Lei Zheng’s party took. Every place an accident could have occurred, every spot where a trace might have been left—it must all be investigated thoroughly."
He paused, his voice now laced with an irrepressible killing intent.
"No one from my Thunderlight Pavilion will vanish so inexplicably."
***
Qingxuan Sect, Courtyard Thirty-Five.
After seeing Yun Qianyue and Lan Yuexin, Fang Han completely refocused his mind, pouring all his energy back into his Cultivation.
The next morning, in the Quiet Chamber, sandalwood smoke curled lazily into the air.
Fang Han sat cross-legged on a meditation cushion, his eyes closed in concentration.
OMM—
The dark green Inner Qi of the Cyan Wood Antitoxic Scripture surged through his meridians like a great river.
His defeat by Qin Yuan’s single strike at the Martial Arts Assembly was like a thin thorn lodged in his heart.
The feeling of being sent flying by a single strike, unable to even fight back—he would never allow himself to experience that a second time.
His current strength was formidable, enough to look down on most of his peers. But compared to Qin Yuan, Lin Qingyin, and Chu Jinghong—the three acknowledged strongest of the younger generation—there was still a clear gap.
’My Cultivation cannot slacken for even a moment!’
SWISH—
After his Inner Qi completed its final Circulation through his meridians, Fang Han opened his eyes.
A glint of dark green Essence flashed in his eyes and vanished as he sensed the considerable increase of Inner Qi within him.
He rose to his feet, pushed open the door, and walked toward the Cultivation Field in the backyard.
In the backyard, Chi Huo was lying in an empty space beside the Cultivation Field, licking its front paws out of boredom.
Seeing Fang Han approach, it let out a low whine and came forward, wagging its tail.
Fang Han reached out and patted its massive head before walking to the center of the Cultivation Field.
CLANG—
The Cloud Splitting Sword sang as it left its sheath. The nick on the blade from its clash with Qin Yuan’s long saber was clearly visible.
Fang Han glanced down at the nick, his gaze hardening as he was once again reminded of his crushing defeat in that battle.
"Next time, I will not lose again!"
He muttered to himself, then composed his mind and began his day’s Cultivation.
***
Half a month passed in the blink of an eye.
In the backyard Cultivation Field, Fang Han’s eyes were slightly closed as the Sword Technique Heart Method of the Void Wind God Sword flowed through his mind like a clear spring.
With a 256-fold Swordsmanship Talent Amplification, his comprehension of the Sword Dao far surpassed that of even top-level prodigies.
The obscure and abstruse cruxes of the sword technique were deduced, deconstructed, and reassembled in his mind day after day, gradually becoming clearer.
He could feel that he was very close to reaching the Entry Level of understanding for this Swordsmanship.
It was a profound, almost mystical premonition.
It was like looking through a piece of paper-thin window parchment; the scenery on the other side was faintly visible, and all he needed was one final push to see it all clearly.
PSHHH—
Fang Han opened his eyes and drew his sword, slowly swinging it before him.
Where the sword tip passed, the air silently split apart, leaving a fine line in its wake.
The line held its form, refusing to dissipate, like a crack in space itself.
He gazed at the long-lasting fissure, a gleam flashing in his eyes.
’In a few more days at most, I should be able to reach the Entry Level for the Void Wind God Sword, a Middle Grade Mental Swordsmanship.’
’Once I do, its power will surely surpass the Perfection-level Sky-Splitting Sword Technique, becoming the new strongest Swordsmanship in my arsenal.’
「Three days later, in the backyard Cultivation Field.」
Fang Han stood with his sword in hand. The dark cyan blade of the Cloud Splitting Sword glinted with a cold light under the sun.
He closed his eyes and focused, his breathing gradually growing long and placid.
In his mind, the Sword Techniques of the Void Wind God Sword appeared one by one.
The incredibly complex pathways for circulating Inner Qi, the subtle Transformations of the techniques, the deeper methods of utilizing the Mental Realm—everything presented itself clearly in his mind.
The Wind Sword Intent coiled around his body like an undercurrent gathering power.
Suddenly—
HUM...
A soft hum that only he could perceive rang out from the depths of his consciousness.
The sound was so faint it was almost imperceptible, yet it seemed to have opened some invisible door.
In that instant, a certain feeling of stagnation that had been plaguing him suddenly broke through.
At that moment, his Wind Sword Intent underwent a fundamental transformation.
SWISH—
Fang Han’s eyes flew open.
For a split second, it was as if two streaks of cyan sword light flashed through the depths of his pupils.
He moved.
The Cloud Splitting Sword carved a profound arc. The arc seemed ordinary, yet it carried an indescribable quality, an essence that seemed capable of tearing through the void.
Where the blade passed, the air tore apart without a sound.
The fissure held its form, glinting with a cold light under the sun.
Fang Han’s Sword Momentum didn’t stop; he delivered a second, third, and fourth strike in quick succession.
Every strike was astonishingly fast, and every strike carried an unprecedented sharpness.
This sharpness was different from the fierceness he was used to.
It was purer, more condensed, like refined steel that had been hammered a thousand times over, stripped of all impurities, leaving only its most essential edge.
The airflow in the courtyard was stirred, swirling rapidly around Fang Han.
The bamboo grove rustled in the wind. Countless bamboo leaves, forced off the branches by that invisible sharpness, fell in a flurry. Before they could even touch the ground, they were silently split in two in mid-air.
Fang Han withdrew his sword and stood still.
He looked down at the Cloud Splitting Sword in his hand.
A layer of faint cyan light was slowly flowing across the blade.
The light wasn’t blinding, but it carried a heart-stopping sharpness, as if staring at it for too long could cut one’s very gaze.
"Void Wind God Sword, Entry Level."
Fang Han muttered to himself, his voice echoing softly across the backyard Cultivation Field.
He could clearly feel that his Wind Sword Intent had grown stronger.
It was a qualitative leap.
If his previous Sword Intent was common iron, then his current Sword Intent was refined steel.
Propelled by the same Inner Qi, its sharpness and power were now completely different.
And the Void Wind God Sword, a Middle Grade Mental Swordsmanship, had now surpassed the Perfection-level Sky-Splitting Sword Technique to become his most powerful Swordsmanship.
’To have such power at just the Entry Level...’
Fang Han slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air.
He recalled a description from the Void Wind God Sword’s manual—
"Entry Level surpasses a Perfection-level Low Grade Mental Swordsmanship."
It seemed now that the description was no exaggeration.
Fang Han left the Cultivation Field with his sword and departed from the Qingxuan Sect.
He had reached the Entry Level of the Void Wind God Sword and knew it was extremely powerful, but he had no real idea just *how* powerful it was.
He needed to find a deserted place where he could unleash its full might to truly test the Swordsmanship’s power.
WHOOSH!
Fang Han activated Wind God Step, his figure transforming into a streak of pale cyan light as he shot northwest of the Qingxuan Sect.
The wind howled past his ears as the fields and forests on either side flew backward.
About half an hour later, a stretch of wilderness appeared ahead.
This wilderness, spanning several miles, was nothing but barren rock and weeds. Devoid of human presence, it was the perfect place to test the power of his Swordsmanship.