txolops Chapter 6 The Path of Cultivation
Chapter 6 The Path of Cultivation
"Nine Styles of Sword": A fundamental sword technique created by the third generation of the Sword Furnace Master. Upon reaching its perfect level, it can generate [Sword Qi].
There are two ways to forge it:
1 - The Ten Styles of the Sword
2——《Nine-Fold Sword》
Fan Zhou was stunned; this stove was powerful!
"Judging from this, it seems that the Nine Styles Sword can be upgraded from two different directions."
Fan Zhou focused his attention on the "Ten Styles of Swordplay," when suddenly a few lines of small text appeared before his eyes:
[The Ten-Style Sword Technique: One more technique than the Nine-Style Technique! Reaching its perfect level allows the generation of sword energy.]
[Forging materials: A wooden sword, and sixty days' worth of stored essence blood.]
[Estimated forging time: 30 days (starting after forging materials are stockpiled).]
[Start forging?]
"Will the forging materials require my life essence, or just sixty days' worth?"
"The forging process took a full month."
Fan Zhou frowned and temporarily chose no.
He then focused his attention on the Nine-Fold Sword:
[Nine-Fold Sword: Each strike is stronger than the last! Reaching perfection allows for the stacking of internal energy.]
[Forging materials: One iron sword, and ninety days' worth of stored essence blood.]
[Estimated forging time: Sixty days (starting after forging materials are stockpiled).]
[Start forging?]
Fan Zhou quickly chose no.
"Forging the Nine-Fold Sword requires even more stored essence blood, and the time has doubled!"
"It would be better to try the 'Ten Styles Sword' first, so as to understand the specific use of this Heavenly Craft Furnace."
Comparing the two, Fan Zhou immediately made a decision to choose to forge the "Ten Styles Sword".
Should we begin forging the "Ten Styles Sword"?
"yes!"
As soon as Fan Zhou made his decision, the Heavenly Craft Furnace transformed into a flame and disappeared into his abdomen.
All that remained was a line of crimson text, gradually consumed by the flames:
[The Ten Styles of the Sword are being put into the furnace!]
Fan Zhou felt a tingling sensation all over his body, and a feeling of emptiness washed over him.
Although it wasn't intense, I could clearly feel my energy decreasing slightly.
"Is it because they extracted my essence?"
"I wonder what the final result will be."
.........
At the same time, Tian Youliang finished his practice and, while sheathing his sword, didn't forget to show off a few cool sword flourishes.
They thought they would receive shouts of admiration from Fan Zhou and the other boy, but upon closer inspection, they found the two boys "moved" to tears, rubbing their eyes.
Tian Youliang touched his chin somewhat awkwardly.
"They forgot that they haven't even entered the realm of cultivation yet; their eyes lack the protective aura of spiritual light, making them unable to withstand the sword light of a Qi Refining cultivator."
Fortunately, Fan Zhou and Liu Ergou were not seriously injured; their eyes were just red and swollen, making them look like they had been crying.
"Ahem!"
Tian Youliang coughed, ignoring the two men's resentful gazes, and said seriously:
"Next, I will teach you the specific training method."
"First, learn the first move: 'The Wind is Formless,' then draw your sword with both hands!"
Fan Zhou and Liu Ergou only had wooden swords in their hands, without any scabbards, but they still imitated Tian Youliang's moves.
"Is this how I practice? Start over!"
Tian Youliang walked over to Fan Zhou and the other man, corrected their posture, improved their sword-holding posture, and pointed out their mistakes.
"When practicing, you must concentrate your mind. When the mind is focused, the Qi gathers; when the Qi gathers, the essence is perfected. Only when all three are activated simultaneously can the practice be effective!"
"Why did I make you run two laps first? It was to get the blood flowing in your bodies. If the blood doesn't flow, the energy won't circulate, and the spirit won't be able to gather!"
With a stern face, Tian Youliang sternly instructed Fan Zhou and Liu Ergou, making them practice the "Invisible Breeze" move again and again.
An hour passed, and Fan Zhou felt like he was about to collapse. His arms were numb and swollen, and he could barely feel them.
"Alright, let's take a break."
Seeing that it was about time, Tian Youliang told them to rest and then sat back down on the same rock.
Fan Zhou immediately sat down on the ground, rubbing his stiff arm and wincing in pain.
Liu Ergou lay directly on the ground, panting heavily with his tongue lolling out.
Tian Youliang looked at them calmly and said:
"From now on, practice for one hour every morning at 5:00 AM and another hour every evening at 5:00 PM."
"This is the most basic morning and evening routine; you absolutely cannot be lazy about it."
Fan Zhou looked up and asked, "Master Tian, how long will it take to break through to the first level of the Fetal Breathing stage at this rate?"
"Generally speaking, it takes about a month to gather one's essence and energy, and about a year to allow one to circulate energy throughout the body and then sense the spiritual energy of heaven and earth," Tian Youliang replied casually.
"A year isn't a long time."
Fan Zhou thought of the Heavenly Crafting Furnace in his abdomen. The Ten Styles Sword needed sixty days of accumulating essence and blood, and thirty days of forging, which meant it would take three months to see the results.
Right now, I still need to practice the Nine Styles of Sword diligently and not waste any time, striving to sense the essence as soon as possible.
Fan Zhou then asked curiously, "How long does it take to break through to the ninth level of the Fetal Breathing stage?"
Tian Youliang snorted coldly, "You're thinking of running before you've even learned to crawl. With your unrealistic ambitions, you'll never break through in your entire life!"
Fan Zhou could only awkwardly scratch his head.
Liu Ergou sat up at this moment, looking at Tian Youliang with a puzzled expression:
"The first level of fetal breathing only takes a year, so the ninth level would take nine years. How could it be impossible to master it in a lifetime?"
Tian Youliang scoffed, "You make it sound so easy."
"The path of spiritual cultivation is like a lame person trying to travel thousands of miles—how difficult it is!"
"Moreover, this road is fraught with various disasters and dangers, making it impossible to move an inch!"
Tian Youliang looked at Fan Zhou and Liu Ergou and said softly:
"I have been practicing for over fifty years and have seen too many people who are either lazy and indolent, or lack willpower, or indulge in their desires, or are addicted to wine and women. As a result, even though they have spiritual attainments, they ultimately decline at thirty and die at fifty, just like ordinary people."
"Even worse, some were killed by tigers and wolves, some by demons, some died suddenly from unexpected disasters, and some died violently because of money. The tragic circumstances were numerous."
"well--"
Tian Youliang sighed deeply at this point:
"There are very few people like me who remain true to their original aspirations and diligently pursue their studies."
Fan Zhou: "..."
No, how come I ended up praising myself instead of myself?
He was actually quite moved.
Liu Ergou, however, seemed completely unconcerned and said:
"My legs aren't lame, and I'm not afraid of walking long distances."
Well, this guy didn't understand a thing.
Tian Youliang rolled his eyes, got up and walked back.
"Let's go back and have breakfast."
"Great!" Fan Zhou and Liu Ergou cheered and quickly got up from the ground to catch up.
When the three returned to the village, the air was already filled with the aroma of rice porridge.
Following the aroma, the group arrived at the dining tent.
Several simple earthen stoves were set up here, and many ingredients were placed on the shelves next to them. A large pot of thick white rice porridge was bubbling away.
A wiry, monkey-like cook was wielding a large iron wok and ladle to stir-fry vegetables, while several teenagers were assisting him.
Besides, most of the people who had talked with Tian Youliang in the morning were also there, sitting together chatting and laughing.
Upon seeing the three arrive, an elderly man with a goatee greeted Tian Youliang:
"Old Tian, come and sit down!"
Tian Youliang joined their conversation with a smile, while Fan Zhou and Liu Ergou sat down at another table.
Fan Zhou asked in a low voice, "Liu Ergou, do you know all these people?"
Liu Ergou nodded: "I know him."
"What do they all do?"
"They are all stewards here, in charge of the tea plantation, the mine, and the charcoal yard respectively. There is one who is in charge of forging weapons but he is not here. He is the boss here."
"With tea, iron, and charcoal, Langdang Mountain has quite a lot of resources. No wonder they've developed a market here."
Fan Zhou then pointed to the three teenagers who were clearly slacking off:
"Are they also menial laborers? Are there any others?"
"Yes, and so are we."
Fan Zhou counted the number of people:
"One leader, four deacons, five handyman disciples, plus a cook, and a senior uncle named Huang Yi..."
There are currently twelve people here, the same number in charge as those doing the work.
Fan Zhou thought to himself, 'This certainly fits the image of a newly established company.'
I just don't know how these immortal sects cultivate the land.
What other strange and unusual things exist in this wild and untamed mountain wilderness?