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"No, at times like this, we must remain calm. Let's take a break first!" Ren Pingsheng took a deep breath and sat down on the Stone Steps. As for the external pressures, he could now ignore them; during this time, his physical strength had been further honed.
"Continue fighting!" A moment later, he opened his eyes, his expression calm, and re-entered the illusion.
"It's still not enough. If only the Movement Technique could break through, there might still be hope." Ren Pingsheng was once again sent flying, missing his left arm, blood splattering everywhere.
After another failure, Ren Pingsheng changed his plan, prioritizing the breakthrough of the Wind Illusion Movement Technique. He fought again, completely abandoning direct confrontation and relying solely on the Movement Technique amidst the enemy's siege, dying and starting over.
Three days later, in another battle, Ren Pingsheng's Wind Illusion Movement Technique reached perfection. He could now truly be said to have achieved a profound level of skill, covering a distance of one hundred and twenty zhang with a single step.
"Alright, it's time to counterattack." In the illusion, Ren Pingsheng smiled lightly; his figure moved like the wind—faster and more elusive. No one knew where he would appear next.
With a single thrust of his sword, he took down one enemy. Even with ten enemies coordinating well, three of them fell quickly. The balance was broken by Ren Pingsheng. No longer did they have their previous synergy; in the end, Ren Pingsheng only sustained minor injuries while eliminating ten enemies and passing the test.
"Phew... that was tough; it took eight days to pass this trial." Exiting the illusion, Ren Pingsheng let out a gentle sigh. "However, the Wind Illusion Movement Technique is indeed powerful. If my understanding of the Wind Artistic Conception improves further, it might become even more formidable."
"Now I've completed more than half of the one hundred levels of Stone Steps; three months have passed with twelve days used up. I just wonder what the next trial will be."
"Hmm! Is this pressure? Or perhaps sword intent?" Stepping onto the Eleventh Level of the Sixth Stone Steps, Ren Pingsheng muttered uncertainly to himself. This pressure was different from that of the first thirty levels of Stone Steps; it was pure gravity acting on the body. This pressure affected the soul and tested mental willpower more.
"It seems that these thirty levels of Stone Steps test mental willpower. I wonder if countering with sword intent will yield any results." He thought as he stepped forward. A sharp aura continuously gathered around him to resist the increasingly strong pressure.
"What an intense pressure; let's go up another level." Gritting his teeth, Ren Pingsheng placed one foot on the eighty-fifth stone step. It took considerable effort for him to ascend while his body trembled. The sharp aura and sword intent around him fluctuated in strength, becoming weaker under this overwhelming pressure.
If the previous range of Sword Momentum could affect everything within thirty zhang, now this range has been compressed to only five zhang.
"Huff, huff... It seems I will have to stay on this level of Stone Steps for two days. I need to adapt to this pressure and refine Sword Momentum once more." After saying this, he sat cross-legged, striving to project Sword Momentum outward, resisting the surrounding pressure. The range of Sword Momentum fluctuated, expanding and contracting.
Three days later, Ren Pingsheng opened his eyes, his expression calm, as if the surrounding pressure no longer affected him. Gritting his teeth, he surprisingly took two steps forward, reaching the eighty-sixth and eighty-seventh levels. He was drenched in sweat, his lips bitten and bleeding, drops falling onto the stone steps.
"Hold on, I can't retreat." He roared inwardly; ideally, he should pass through each level one by one for greater stability. However, he was running out of time; a month had already passed. He had to take some risks; the upcoming challenges would only take more time.
"I must hold on." Ren Pingsheng slowly sat down again, feeling darkness creeping in front of him as if he were about to faint under the pressure, his mind filled with a roaring sound.
"I can't sleep, I can't sleep. Hold on!" He constantly encouraged himself in his mind as the Sword Momentum was compressed to just one zhang. Yet he stubbornly persisted; the surrounding pressure was terrifying. A typical Refined Qi Full Circle Martial Artist would likely faint instantly.
"That was close; I've finally made it through. From now on, I can't take any more risks." Five days later, when he broke through and opened his eyes, the previous awkwardness was gone.
Ten days later, he finally arrived at the last level of Stone Steps.
"Ah..." As he stepped up, Ren Pingsheng let out a startled cry followed by a scream. The pressure shattered his Sword Momentum directly. He collapsed onto the ground, his mind blank, unable to move even a finger.
"How could this happen? Damn it. I can't fail here." After a while regaining consciousness, he struggled to get up, but it felt as if a mountain was pressing down on him; there was no response at all.
"Get up! Get up!" Ren Pingsheng roared angrily, his eyes wide open as if they would burst apart, his face twisted in agony. But as soon as his hands barely supported his body, it was like a deflated balloon with no strength left.
"Pfft..." Another mouthful of blood spurted out; severely injured, his face turned pale as paper, and his spirit seemed somewhat wilted.
"Ha... ha... Am I really going to die here?" The only time he had put up a strong resistance was crushed by the oppressive force, and now he had no strength left. Ren Pingsheng felt a wave of despair wash over him.
"I can't give up. I still want to become a King-Level Expert and find Father! There must be another chance." Ren Pingsheng suppressed all the negative emotions in his heart, his eyes regained their calmness as he began to think of a solution.
"This level of pressure is definitely not something a Qi Refinement Stage warrior can withstand. My only advantage is that I have comprehended Sword Momentum; now I can only place my hopes on it."
With this thought, he held his breath and focused, beginning to release his Sword Momentum. Although it still had its sharpness, it could only barely cover his entire body; any attempt to expand it further would lead to collapse.
Ren Pingsheng slowly began to channel his Sword Momentum, like a moth drawn to a flame, crashing against the mountain-like oppressive force. The Sword Momentum collapsed and reformed again and again—ten times, a thousand times, ten thousand times. He quietly closed his eyes, an expression of calm on his face, as if he were tireless.
"Finally, it's having an effect." After ten days of countless efforts, the Sword Momentum could finally leave his body. Although it was only a foot away, it allowed Ren Pingsheng to stand up straight instead of lying flat on the ground.
Five days later, Ren Pingsheng was able to stand up. He was no longer powerless to resist as he had been before. All of this was thanks to his comprehension of Sword Momentum; it was what had blocked that terrifying pressure.
After fifteen days of relentless effort, Ren Pingsheng's mastery of Sword Momentum advanced by leaps and bounds; he had grasped about ten percent of it, marking his official entry into this realm. This was five times stronger than the mere twenty percent he had previously mastered.
"Has it already been three months? Time is running out." Ren Pingsheng sighed lightly, taking a step forward as he embarked on a new journey.
"Is this trial another illusion?" Looking at the new space he entered, he said with some confusion. This space was very similar to the illusory realm from his previous battle.
A figure slowly appeared, but it merely glanced at Ren Pingsheng without attacking. Instead, it gently drew its sword and began to dance with it in a series of movements that carried an indescribable charm.
"Could this be a test of comprehension?" Watching the figure continuously wielding the long sword, this was Ren Pingsheng's first thought. After observing for a moment, he was taken aback. "This... this is an application of Sword Momentum."
"It turns out that way, just as I thought before. The use of Sword Momentum requires the guidance of mental power, which is divided into strands and infused into Sword Technique. The amount infused represents the magnitude of the power."
"Fortunately, there is no consumption of mental energy here; it's an excellent place for cultivation." Ren Pingsheng's expression brightened as he drew his long sword and began to move it lightly. Initially awkward, but after two rounds, it became smooth. In just a moment, he was indistinguishable from the shadow.
"I passed; it truly is a test of comprehension." He opened his eyes and let out a long sigh of relief. He was least afraid of tests of comprehension, and finally, he could relax a bit. He still had great hope for this test.
When he stepped onto the ninety-second Stone Steps, the same situation appeared again. It was still one person performing a set of Sword Technique, but it was much more complex than before, with a more flexible use of Sword Momentum. After spending half a day, Ren Pingsheng passed.
On the ninety-third Stone Steps, he spent a whole day comprehending Sword Technique to pass.
On the ninety-fourth Stone Steps, he spent a day and a half comprehending Sword Technique to pass.
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Finally, when Ren Pingsheng stood on the ninety-ninth Stone Steps and opened his eyes, twenty-six days had already passed. With three months for the test, there were only four days left until the final deadline. If it weren't for that one adventure where he jumped two steps on the Stone Steps, he might have spent three or four more days and perhaps would have already failed and been erased.
He had been here for a full eighty-two days. He had gone through countless difficulties, shed countless sweats, faced failures, despair, and thoughts of giving up. But in the end, he persevered and finally reached this last step.
"This last step; I wonder how difficult it will be. Based on previous experiences, this Sword Technique is likely to be even harder to comprehend. Four days might be challenging; I can only give it my all." Looking at the last remaining Stone Steps, Ren Pingsheng's expression became serious. This was related to whether he could obtain the Ancient Lan Divine Art, and it also concerned his life; he could not afford to be careless.
After the last Stone Steps, there was a platform with three brocade boxes placed on it. It seemed that these should be the Reward after this test. The Ancient Lan Divine Art that Ren Pingsheng had been longing for was likely here as well.
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