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“Artistic Conception, Sword Momentum, the trends of heaven and earth, Soul.” Ren Pingsheng sat cross-legged in the room, occasionally murmuring to himself.
“There’s no rush in comprehending Artistic Conception, I already have a foundation. Now, let’s try to grasp Sword Momentum. This thing has many benefits.”
“Ah, right. How could I forget about this?” He flipped his hand, and suddenly a black fruit the size of a child's fist appeared in his palm, with a human face growing on it, looking extremely bizarre. It was the Yin Soul Fruit he had obtained earlier in Wanzang Valley.
After returning, Ren Pingsheng had also looked up information. The Yin Soul Fruit indeed had the effect of stimulating and increasing one’s Soul power, but the results could vary from person to person.
The records stated that some people experienced a significant increase in their Soul power after consuming it, even breaking through their cultivation on the spot. Others showed mediocre results with no particularly obvious changes. As for the method of consumption, it was very simple; no special means were required, just eat it directly.
“Could it be that consuming this thing depends on luck? I hope it really works and enhances my Soul power,” Ren Pingsheng said expectantly as he looked at the Yin Soul Fruit in his hand.
Zhu Tianchao said to use the power of Soul to comprehend the trends of heaven and earth and ultimately make it one’s own. The stronger the Soul power, the easier it would be to understand the trends of heaven and earth and grasp Sword Momentum.
After hesitating for a moment, Ren Pingsheng closed his eyes and swallowed the Yin Soul Fruit. It melted in his mouth with a somewhat astringent taste; it was hard to say whether it was good or bad.
After several breaths, there was still no change. He felt puzzled; could it be so unfortunate that the Yin Soul Fruit had no effect at all? Just as he was confused, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his mind. It seemed as if something had appeared out of nowhere.
“Ah…” Ren Pingsheng let out a soft gasp but dared not move recklessly. He took a deep breath, enduring the pain and forcing himself to calm down. He felt a surge of excitement inside; he knew that the Yin Soul Fruit was effective. Judging by the reaction, it might have quite a good effect.
A wave of sharp pain surged through his mind as he gently sensed with his eyes closed. It felt like his mind was undergoing tremendous upheaval; what was once a clear sky now had gray clouds appearing.
They spun continuously, strands of gray threads gathering from afar. The gray clouds gradually grew larger. Soon after, no more gray threads appeared. Five gray clouds began to slowly converge and started devouring each other.
“Ah…” The pain that he could originally endure suddenly intensified several times over. It felt as if his entire head was about to explode. Ren Pingsheng’s eyes turned red, his face contorted as he unconsciously wailed. Despite such suffering, his subconscious persisted without fainting.
Time passed in a blur, and Ren Pingsheng lost track of how long it had been. He no longer felt pain, which lifted his spirits; his previously foggy mind began to clear little by little.
"Ha... have I finally made it through?" He sighed in relief and attempted to stand up, only to feel dizzy and exhausted, struggling for a while but unable to rise. He felt as if he had just been pulled out of water.
"I can't go on like this; I need to rest." Ren Pingsheng felt darkness closing in, his body swayed, and he collapsed onto the ground, falling asleep. His spirit was utterly drained.
When Ren Pingsheng woke up, four hours had already passed. Outside, the moon was bright and the stars sparse; night had fallen.
"Ah!" The first sensation upon waking was one of clarity. To his surprise, everything within eighty zhang appeared vividly in his mind.
"Wow, the effect of the Yin Soul Fruit is truly remarkable," Ren Pingsheng marveled. Before taking it, his limit was grasping everything within fifty zhang. Now, he could effortlessly sense everything within eighty zhang.
After trying to cultivate for a bit, he was even more delighted. The speed at which he absorbed Spiritual Energy was now twice as fast as before. This meant he could double his cultivation results in the same amount of time. For instance, if it previously took him two months to open a Meridian, now he could do it in just one month. How incredible that was!
Calming his excitement, Ren Pingsheng took a bath and changed into fresh clothes. After filling his stomach, he sat down again and began to contemplate the issues of Sword Momentum and the trends of heaven and earth.
"What are the trends of heaven and earth? It seems I need to go out for a walk; I can't figure it out just by imagining," Ren Pingsheng said with some regret after sitting quietly for a long time.
He initially thought that with his understanding, grasping the trends of heaven and earth shouldn't be too difficult. But now he realized he was wrong. This understanding couldn't be achieved merely through contemplation; only by witnessing and experiencing it firsthand could one truly comprehend.
Ren Pingsheng arrived at the Canglan River, several dozen miles away; it was his first visit. He had always been too busy cultivating to come here before.
The Canglan River spanned nearly a thousand zhang wide, shrouded in mist, almost without visible boundaries. The river flowed eastward into the sea, vast and mighty, with waves crashing fiercely—nothing could impede its progress.
Standing by the riverbank, Ren Pingsheng watched the rushing waters flow eastward, feeling a surge of emotions himself. Once he determined his direction, he would not give up; no matter how many dangers or thorns lay ahead, he would forge ahead without retreating an inch.
The great river flowed eastward for thousands of miles, surging powerfully. This must be what the trends of heaven and earth are!
Canglan Mountain rises thousands of feet high, with one of the Four Parts hidden among the clouds. Majestic and extraordinary, it pierces the sky like a sword, stirring the winds and clouds above. Wind, rain, thunder, and lightning cannot make you retreat. The changing seasons only add a touch of profound weight.
Canglan Mountain stands proudly. After enduring countless years of wind and rain, it still possesses a magnificent aura that shakes the heart. This is also the grand trend of heaven and earth!
A swordsman must have sharpness. A swordsman must be fearless.
Ren Pingsheng watched all of this, and suddenly felt a surge of inspiration.
Understanding the grand trend of heaven and earth is an essential step in comprehending the sword's momentum, but what is even more crucial is to understand what a sword is and what it means to be a swordsman. Only by recognizing these can one find a common entry point, allowing for the fusion of both.
What is a sword? A sword is a deadly weapon. Swordsmanship is also a technique for killing; no matter how beautifully you disguise it with words, that fact will never change. Therefore, the sword represents slaughter!
A swordsman is one who wields the sword. Born for the sword, dying for the sword. Moving forward courageously, with an unyielding sharpness, bending only when absolutely necessary. Just like the unstoppable waters of the Canglan River flowing eastward; just like Canglan Peak piercing through the sky, utterly fearless.
"So my sharpness is endless, my momentum unmatched, my courage unparalleled, my power boundless. Everything that obstructs my progress will turn to ashes beneath my sword's edge." Ren Pingsheng's voice was low but clear.
A surge of sharpness was brewing within him, growing little by little. Although it appeared as fragile as a candle flame in the wind, it possessed its own formidable dominance.
Perhaps it was an illusion, but standing quietly, Ren Pingsheng seemed to transform into a towering sword mountain nearly a hundred feet high—piercingly cold and overwhelmingly powerful. It felt as if nothing in heaven or earth could make him yield.
Ren Pingsheng quietly experienced this feeling; after his growth, his soul was refined countless times in an instant by the fierce momentum of the sword, becoming more transparent and pure. Everything around him felt completely under his control. Without needing to focus deliberately, everything appeared clearly in his mind.
"This must be my sword's momentum! Although still weak, it is sharp and domineering enough to cut through anything," he murmured to himself. Unlike Zhu Tianchao's grand and majestic presence, his sword's momentum was vibrant, spirited, and sharp.
"Haha..." Ren Pingsheng laughed joyfully in the forest. He had grasped the sword's momentum; in just two days' time, he had comprehended it. This made him feel as if he were dreaming—so unreal.
In fact, speaking of it, this time he was able to comprehend the sword's momentum partly due to luck. If not for Zhu Tianchao's guidance; if he hadn't felt the power of the sword's momentum; if he didn't possess such astonishing insight; if he hadn't consumed the Yin Soul Fruit to enhance his soul power—he would have had no hope of grasping the sword's momentum at all.
After comprehending Sword Momentum, Ren Pingsheng turned his focus to Artistic Conception. Now he had grasped eight parts of the Wind Realm, and his goal was to reach a new layer, which would further enhance his strength.
Ultimately, he set his sights on a sheer cliff at seven hundred zhang on Azure Peak, where the mountain winds howled. It was an excellent place to comprehend the Wind Realm.
The next day, just as dawn broke, Ren Pingsheng arrived at the cliff. Looking into the bottomless dark abyss made him feel a chill, but for the sake of understanding the Wind Realm, he gritted his teeth and found a spot closest to the edge to sit down.
“Woo… woo…” The mountain wind howled, its sound mournful. Occasionally, loose stones were swept away and shattered against the cliffs in the Surroundings. Ren Pingsheng's figure resembled a pine tree rooted at the edge of the cliff. His silhouette swayed but remained firmly in place, leaving the mountain wind helpless.
Once seated, Ren Pingsheng cleared his mind and quickly entered that strange state he experienced in the Yin Wind Cave.
The mountain winds in the Surroundings paused for a moment, as if they had discovered something. They began to swirl closer to Ren Pingsheng, as if observing a novel phenomenon. They approached cautiously, like shy children encountering strangers. They wanted to retreat but felt a familiar warmth emanating from him that drew them near.
The mountain winds crept closer, and Ren Pingsheng gave them a sense of warmth that made them want to lean against him. Soon, he was surrounded by the mountain winds, with a massive Wind Dragon swirling around him joyfully.
Following them, Ren Pingsheng once again entered the ocean of wind, swimming through it and absorbing its essence. He became completely immersed, unaware of the passage of time.
“Boom…” Not long after, he suddenly felt dizzy and was abruptly pulled out of the ocean of wind. That peculiar state no longer existed.
The mountain wind remained just as it was, still howling. Everything that had just happened felt like a dream!
“Comprehending here is indeed highly effective. Now my Artistic Conception has reached about ten percent.” Ren Pingsheng patted his slightly dizzy head with a beaming smile.
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