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After six people had a hearty meal at Canglan Tavern, they returned to their sect. For them, occasional indulgence was fine, but they could not become immersed in it. Warriors were meant to continuously cultivate and grow stronger. Often, they needed to endure solitude and hardships.
"Everything has been resolved, now I can focus on my cultivation. I wonder how the little one has been during this time!" On the way to Back Mountain, Ren Pingsheng thought with a smile.
"Little one, I'm back!" He shouted as he spotted the Little White Fox sitting by the riverbank from a distance.
"Aw... aw..." The Little White Fox blinked at Ren Pingsheng as he approached, seemingly in disbelief. After a moment, she reacted and joyfully ran around him, making soft whimpering sounds as if to say, "You finally decided to come back."
"Are you that excited? Although it's been a while since we last met, you don't seem to have changed much!" Ren Pingsheng observed her and said with a smirk.
"Aw..." The Little White Fox suddenly ran off. Before long, she returned with a bird in her mouth. She placed the bird in front of Ren Pingsheng, nudged it with her nose, and stared at him with her bright eyes as if she wanted to say she was hungry.
"Hehe, you little glutton. You know it's time to eat as soon as you see food. But this little thing isn't enough; wait for me." With a smile on his face, Ren Pingsheng patted her furry head and then vanished into the forest. Not long after, he returned carrying a deer, which made the Little White Fox's eyes squint with joy.
Soon, an enticing aroma wafted from the fire pit. Before long, both man and beast happily held onto a leg of meat and began to gnaw at it. The Little White Fox occasionally let out satisfied whines, getting herself all dirty in the process—she looked like a little calico cat.
"Alright, once you're full, go play somewhere else; I need to cultivate." Ren Pingsheng ignored the Little White Fox sitting not far away. He sat quietly, recalling the Gale Sword Technique he had seen last night; each move played out clearly in his mind as the sword's trajectory became vivid.
The Sword Technique consisted of thirteen moves: twelve basic Sword Techniques followed by the final move, High-Level Sword Technique: Whirling Winds. Therefore, mastering the first twelve moves was paramount.
He stood up and drew his steel sword. The sword moved fluidly with his body. One by one, he executed the Sword Techniques, causing small tornadoes to rise around him, stirring up the air.
Gradually, the tornadoes began to converge into a massive Wind Dragon; fallen leaves were swept together and then collided and shattered. Unlike the sharp cutting of the Golden Edge Sword Technique, this was a fierce tearing force that ripped everything apart. The overwhelming momentum was such that even nature could not resist it.
Nearby, the river stirred into waves that grew from gentle ripples to towering surges as they were swept along by the wind. A Water Dragon formed from nothingness. Occasionally, unfortunate fish were caught in its path and were torn apart with blood splattering everywhere.
With a loud bang, the Wind Dragon and Water Dragon vanished without a trace. The nearby ground, soaked and muddy, looked as if it had just experienced a heavy rain.
"Ow..." Not far away, the Little White Fox was also affected, getting drenched and letting out a couple of dissatisfied cries before running off into the distance. However, its bright eyes clearly showed curiosity about everything that had just happened.
"The power of Advanced Swordsmanship is indeed remarkable; even some basic sword techniques have such impressive force. But to master them will be quite challenging. I fear it will take some time to practice," Ren Pingsheng thought to himself after closing his eyes to feel the aftermath.
Thus, Ren Pingsheng began his routine of early mornings and late nights. Each time, he arrived at Back Mountain to practice swordsmanship while others were still dreaming. He returned home under the stars. In the blink of an eye, half a month had passed.
"Whirling Winds!" Ren Pingsheng softly called out, unleashing a Wind Dragon that roared with astonishing might as it charged toward a distant boulder.
Bang! Bang! Bang! The sounds echoed continuously as the boulder was sent flying several yards before crashing down. Ren Pingsheng approached and marveled at the power of High-Level Sword Technique.
He saw that not a single part of the boulder was intact; it was crisscrossed with sword marks half a foot deep. It appeared that upon impact, the boulder had been struck dozens of times. Judging by the force of the attacks, each strike exceeded that of lower-level sword techniques.
Imagine dozens of low-level sword techniques attacking simultaneously; that would be terrifying. Moreover, Ren Pingsheng's grasp of this High-Level Sword Technique was still in its infancy. If he were to reach perfection, each attack's power would likely rival that of Intermediate Sword Technique.
"Oh, it seems I underestimated High-Level Sword Technique." He noticed a dent in the center of the boulder, about as deep as the surrounding sword marks. The missing part of the boulder had shattered into small stones, with some even reduced to powder.
"It appears that last explosive strike is the true lethality of this High-Level Sword Technique. However, the Spiritual Energy consumed is quite excessive; one strike uses up ninety percent.
Currently, I'm only at the initial stage, and its power is less than twenty percent. To unleash its full potential, I would need at least a cultivation level of nine layers."
Ren Pingsheng's expression turned somewhat troubled as he sat down to recover his Spiritual Energy. This was also due to his insufficient cultivation level; practicing Advanced Swordsmanship required him to sit in meditation for recovery every hour. He endured this painful yet joyful process.
However, this wasn't without its benefits. Each time his Spiritual Energy was depleted and then restored, he felt a slight improvement in the Spiritual Energy within his Dantian. Though minimal, such gradual accumulation was significant over time. This was why he continued to persevere.
Once his Spiritual Energy was replenished, Ren Pingsheng resumed practicing his swordsmanship, continuing this cycle endlessly.
"Ha... Now this High-Level Sword Technique has been fully mastered, and the next step is to quickly reach the minor achievement." Ren Pingsheng wiped the sweat from his forehead and murmured. He felt a bit helpless; the High-Level Sword Technique was not like the Intermediate Sword Technique, which could be executed two or three times in succession. Naturally, this took a lot more time.
He originally thought that with his comprehension of Sword Technique, he could fully master it in a month. Unfortunately, he forgot to consider the consumption of Spiritual Energy. To fully grasp it, it would take at least three months.
"Let's stop here for today and continue tomorrow. However, if I can advance in three or four days, I should be able to open up the Seventh Meridian. At that time, I can participate in the Inner Sect Disciple Assessment and become an Inner Sect Disciple." Ren Pingsheng sheathed his sword and took a deep breath.
"But I'm afraid trouble will come knocking at that time! Well, it's better to resolve it early so that no one will bother me later, allowing me to cultivate in peace."
"Hurry up and eat, little one; once you're full, I can go back." Looking at the Little White Fox who was devouring its food, Ren Pingsheng smiled as he watched from the side.
"Ow... Ow..." Seeing Ren Pingsheng's departing figure, Little White Fox called out twice as if bidding farewell. Once the figure disappeared, she leisurely walked into a nearby cave to sleep.
Her daily routine now consisted of eating roasted meat, sleeping, watching Ren Pingsheng practice swordsmanship, and then happily running around a few laps. Day by day, she lived such a simple life.
However, occasionally some vague thoughts would pop up in her mind. 'What is cultivation?' She couldn't understand it at all. She was too lazy to think about it; having food, drink, and sleep every day was just fine!
On his way back, Ren Pingsheng would occasionally encounter groups of Outer Sect Disciples walking together. Upon seeing him, they would all stand aside to show respect.
Since Ren Pingsheng claimed the first place among the Outer Sect Disciples, many of them adopted this attitude. Some even called him Ren Shixiong, which made him feel quite helpless. He was significantly younger than them; although strength is respected among martial artists, it still made him uncomfortable.
To those people, Ren Pingsheng responded with a smile and quickly left; he really didn't want to get entangled with them. For him, strength was the most important thing; everything else was secondary. It was precisely because he had this foresight that he achieved his current strength.
If he were to indulge in flattery and deal with them superficially, he would eventually be mocked and scorned by them. Reality is interesting like that—cruel yet true!
"Ren Pingsheng, I challenge you to a duel!" Suddenly, an Outer Sect Disciple jumped out ahead and shouted before drawing his sword and attacking.
This was also where he felt helpless. While some admired and respected him, others were unconvinced. Especially those Outer Sect Disciples who had been eliminated early for various reasons; since they had never fought him before, they were confident. Occasionally, a few would jump out to challenge him. There was no helping it; the title of the first disciple of the Outer Sect was still very appealing.
"You are not my opponent, why bother!" Ren Pingsheng moved his body to dodge the attack and said somewhat helplessly. He didn't even know how many times he had said this.
"Whether I'm an opponent or not, you'll know after we fight!" After saying that, he continued to press forward and attack.
"Very well, then I'll oblige you." Ren Pingsheng flicked his wrist, and a flash of sword light cut through the air. It collided with the opponent's sword for a moment before directly pointing at the opponent's throat.
The opponent's sword was deflected and he didn't have time to react at all. He had come with great confidence, fantasizing about the title of the Outer Sect's first disciple. In the end, however, it was a tragic defeat, with no chance to fight back.
"Thank you for your guidance!" Ren Pingsheng said lightly, not bothering to look at the incredulous expression on the opponent's face as he walked past. He had experienced this situation many times before and had grown accustomed to it.
"Truly worthy of being the first in the Outer Sect Disciple ranking; it always takes him just two or three strikes to win," remarked a passing Outer Sect Disciple with admiration.
"I think Ren Shixiong's strength has improved a lot compared to when he participated in the Outer Sect Competition. So many sixth-layer experts couldn't put up much of a fight."
"I hope that one day I can have such strength too. Then I can show off and earn respect."
"You’re dreaming too much; you should focus on your training! Strive to become an Inner Sect Disciple as soon as possible. That's where the real experts gather."
"Can’t I just think about it? Let’s go!"
The two gradually walked away, leaving only the challenger standing there in a daze. The blow was too great, making it hard for him to accept such a defeat at that moment.
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