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"Sure enough, there are two hundred Puppet, an increase of one hundred. I need to be more careful," Ren Pingsheng said as he entered the second layer. After taking a look into the distance and counting carefully, he confirmed his earlier suspicion.
"Fight! Fight!" He raised his spirits to the fullest. This time, he didn't foolishly rush in but started from the outskirts, slowly dealing with them. If he were truly surrounded by two hundred, it would definitely end badly. During the first layer, he had already endured many sword strikes. So this time, he chose to fight strategically.
"Oh no!" After killing a few Puppet, Ren Pingsheng's expression changed when he was unexpectedly grabbed from behind by a Puppet. This made his face turn grim; he hadn't expected these Puppet to have more variations than those in the first layer. They weren't just mindlessly attacking.
Without hesitation, he shook off the Puppet, but unfortunately, during this moment, several Puppet struck him with their swords, leaving a few shallow wounds on his body.
"It seems that not only has the number increased in this layer, but the attack methods of the Puppet have also diversified," Ren Pingsheng thought as he escaped from the encirclement and examined his wounds with a heavy expression.
"Kill!" He focused his mind and struck again. The sword in his hand unleashed a long stream of sword energy that scattered outward, instantly destroying several Puppet. He turned again, sending out another wave of sword energy that directly slashed down several Puppet in a straight line.
He moved like a whirlwind, spinning through space, each strike taking down or shattering several Puppet. He resembled an unwearied machine; every strike was quick, precise, and ruthless without any hesitation. The golden sword energy on his blade radiated unmatched sharpness that could pierce through anyone who glanced at it.
"Haha... so refreshing! This endless true energy and endless battles," Ren Pingsheng laughed heartily, showing no fear towards the dozens of surrounding Puppet. Strike after strike.
His understanding of the Golden Killing Sword Technique deepened gradually; his sword energy became more restrained and his speed more terrifying. It was evident that what had initially been a minor achievement had reached great success after half an hour of battle. Such speed would be astonishing outside; such progress would take at least ten days or half a month.
"Hang in there! I must hold on," Ren Pingsheng kept shouting in his heart. Although he had gained significantly from this half-hour battle, he had also sustained serious injuries. His body was covered with wounds, blood staining his clothes. If it weren't for his Movement Technique being fast enough, he might have already failed.
"Damn it!" One Puppet took advantage of his momentary distraction and struck him from behind with a sword, sending him flying. Although he quickly retaliated and killed that one, he was soon surrounded by several other Puppet, with dozens of swords raining down on him.
Ren Pingsheng reacted swiftly; raising his right hand to block with his sword while pushing off the ground with his left hand, he spun around and swept his legs at the surrounding Puppet, knocking them away as they flew off. He narrowly escaped this crisis.
With true energy surging through his supporting hand on the ground, he pursued those flying Puppet at an astonishing speed. His law sword glimmered coldly as it vibrated multiple times, instantly splitting into dozens of sword energies that shattered those Puppet.
"I've only dealt with fifty so far; just one-fourth of them. This is truly challenging; I wonder if I can get through this layer," Ren Pingsheng murmured to himself while maintaining swift movements with his sword light flashing and sword energy crisscrossing. The Puppet couldn't approach him for now.
"The Golden Killing Sword Technique combined with the sword momentum makes every strike lethal. Here I can use it infinitely; too bad it's impossible outside. And there's still my final move 'Golden Slaughter,' which I will unleash with all my strength."
The surrounding sword energy shimmered with golden light, dyeing Ren Pingsheng in gold like a golden war god, each move fierce and desperate.
"Haha... only one hundred more Puppet. I can get through this layer! I can't fall!" He shook his somewhat dazed head in worry. Although true energy here was endless, mental stamina would deplete; when his spirit could no longer hold on, even an abundance of true energy would be useless.
Calculating the time, it has already been two hours since he entered the battle. Non-stop, fully focused battle for two hours. Even iron would not be able to withstand this.
The mental fatigue made Ren Pingsheng unable to battle like before; his mistakes were increasing, and his wounds were multiplying. Blood flowed recklessly. His momentum weakened. At this rate, he was afraid he would soon fail.
"Just a little more, the Golden Killing Sword Technique is about to reach perfection. Ren Pingsheng, you must hold on, you cannot fall!" He shouted loudly, trying to muster his spirit and entangled with the remaining dozens of Puppets.
"I can't sleep, kill, kill, kill." At this moment, he could say he was completely relying on his last breath to battle; once that breath faded, he feared he would instantly lose consciousness. One by one, the Puppets fell down; he was knocked away repeatedly. No matter how severe the injuries were, he immediately got back up. Fortunately, he was very careful and had not sustained serious injuries to vital areas.
"Am I going to die?" After being knocked away once again, Ren Pingsheng's mind went blank, and everything before him turned dark. It felt as if he could fall at any moment. But he steadied himself and stubbornly continued to block with his sword.
His body staggered but did not fall. Gradually, his sword changed as if coated with a layer of gold. The deep light made people shiver. The entire space was filled with endless sharpness; streams of golden sword energy spread out, cutting through the void. The Puppets had no power to fight back and were shattered by the Sword Light.
After a dozen breaths, all the dozens of Puppets in the space had vanished. There were no enemies left. Ren Pingsheng remained unaware as he raised his hand to strike again and again. His mind was in chaos; he mechanically performed this action that brought him comfort.
Suddenly, he felt a surge of spirit, like a person about to die of thirst in the desert who had just drunk sweet spring water—his whole body felt relaxed. He looked around and saw a golden space filled with countless golden lights dancing around. Each one emitted a chilling sharpness that made one's hair stand on end.
Yet he felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity; these lights did not seem to reject him; some even circled around him, swaying as if examining him.
"This... this is the Artistic Conception space," Ren Pingsheng exclaimed in surprise. "But this is not the Wind Realm's space; this sharpness should belong to the Golden Realm. Could it be that I have comprehended the Golden Realm? Yes, they say that Mystic Level Sword Techniques contain Artistic Conception; it must have been during my recent practice of the Golden Sand Sword Technique that I unintentionally comprehended it."
At this moment, he felt somewhat fortunate for not giving up earlier. Perhaps it was that continuous perseverance that granted him such an opportunity to comprehend the Golden Realm. This was his second type of Artistic Conception.
Although comprehending more Artistic Conceptions made cultivation increasingly difficult, no one would be foolish enough to limit themselves to just one unless they truly lacked talent. The more one comprehends, the more methods they possess. Some high-level secret techniques require Artistic Conception for cultivation.
Others might learn two or three or even more secret techniques while you only have one; in battle, you would definitely be at a disadvantage. Moreover, comprehending more Artistic Conceptions indicates better talent. Who would admit they are inferior? This is also why many strive to comprehend more Artistic Conceptions.
"Good! This time I must take this opportunity to thoroughly comprehend the Golden Realm." Ren Pingsheng immediately sat down cross-legged and opened his mind to perceive the changes of the Golden Realm within this space. He knew this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity; here was where comprehension was easiest and fastest.
Once he left this place, making progress in Artistic Conception would require luck and time accumulation. This is also why it is said that comprehending more Artistic Conceptions becomes increasingly difficult because both comprehension and later progress are inherently challenging; if one comprehends too much, it naturally slows down their cultivation speed.
The Golden Realm represents endless sharpness, ultimate sharpness, and unparalleled speed—invincible and unbreakable.
Ren Pingsheng quietly felt the changes of the Golden Realm, experiencing its ultimate sharpness and endless brilliance. Even some golden lights released mere hints of their aura that made him feel as if his soul was being torn apart. He knew those lights were beyond what he could currently approach.
In the second layer of Puppet Tower, he sat quietly in a vast space scattered with broken Puppet parts. After each layer ends, only when challengers step into the passage can they be considered to have passed that layer. So Ren Pingsheng sitting here meant that the second layer remained lit up, indicating that he had not yet cleared it.
An hour had passed, and outside, some disciples preparing to challenge the tower were already growing impatient.
"Damn it, who is inside the tower? It's been so long, why haven't they come out yet? It's been three hours; I've been waiting forever," shouted a burly man, his face filled with anger.
"Hey, just calm down for a bit. There are plenty of people who got here before you, and they've already complained," someone watching the scene reminded him.
"I did see someone go in; it was a Beginner Warrior. If he can last this long on the second floor, his strength must not be bad," said someone who was aware of the situation.
"Oh, that must be a newly entered Academy warrior. If it's his first time and he can last this long in the tower, that's indeed impressive. His strength should be quite a bit higher than others of the same rank."
These people naturally had no idea about Ren Pingsheng's experiences inside, and Ren Pingsheng was equally unaware of the discussions about him outside; he was fully immersed in comprehending the Golden Realm.
Finally, after about another quarter of an hour, Ren Pingsheng suddenly opened his eyes. Two golden beams flashed across his gaze, radiating a sharpness that seemed capable of piercing through the void. But in the blink of an eye, his expression returned to calm.
"Golden Realm at eight points; I didn't expect to comprehend it so smoothly. When I grasped Wind Realm back then, I only got two points. Why is there such a big difference?" Ren Pingsheng wondered.
"Could it be due to cultivating the Soul secret technique? After thinking it over, that seems to be the only explanation." He considered that aside from his significantly improved strength, the only difference was practicing the Soul secret technique.
"If that's really the case, then I wouldn't trade the Soul Refinement Technique for any divine-level cultivation method." This result surprised him. He knew that as one's Soul grew stronger, their innate talent and comprehension would also improve; he just didn't expect such immediate effects.
Even if he wasted some opportunities due to lack of experience when initially comprehending Wind Realm, at most he could have gained double comprehension—five points would have been the peak. Yet this time with Golden Realm, he actually achieved eight points; the benefits of having a strong Soul were already evident.
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