Sword Saving the World - C12

The next day, Fan Wuji of the supreme temperament meditated and cultivated for a full six hours, forgetting about time and sending it into the ears of all the young men and women like a gale.

For a time, Fan Wuji had an extraordinary personality and extraordinary perseverance. As he entered a meditative state, he forgot about time and was stirred up into a frenzy. Almost everyone knew this. Even the lecturers and professors in the academy were full of praise for Fan Wuji’s perseverance. There were even many lecturers who took Fan Wuji to be a classic example of diligent cultivation to educate ordinary students.

And this glorious protagonist, Fan Wuji, who entered a meditative state in order to forget the great deeds of time, was in his own residence, giggling nonstop. His smile was not one of happiness, but of guilt. After all, the truth was that he had forgotten the time of cultivation in his sleep, not the time of cultivation. It was originally a bad example, but instead he became a good student like the honorable soldier of the three best students. He felt extremely ashamed in his heart.

But Fan Wuji wouldn’t foolishly take the initiative to admit his mistake and explain the whole story. After all, people cherish face and reputation. Thus, when everyone misunderstood him, he was also very happy. After all, if he gained a good reputation and returned a good impression to his teachers and classmates, wouldn’t that be perfect?

But Fan Wuji’s peerless nature was not fake. Having made a mistake and wasted half a day of cultivation, he felt vexed and regretful. So at this moment, he picked up the jade chip and stuck it on his forehead.

In the next moment, with the help of his spiritual force, a piece of information suddenly appeared in his mind. That’s right. This jade slip contained the “Basic Internal Strength Initiating Secret Manual”. The incantation was just like its name, it was the most basic and most basic inner force incantation. But if you look down on it for that, you’re wrong.

As the saying goes, all methods are the same. Everything was the same. So don’t underestimate the basics of the incantation. After all, no matter how profound or profound the techniques were, they were all based on the premise of the fundamental formula and were all improved to a greater degree.

Therefore, the《 Basic Internal Strength Secret Arts》 is the best test to test one’s perception, willpower and other factors of actual cultivation. This was also the reason why the examiners of the academy had arranged for all the youths and young ladies to cultivate the mnemonic chant for nine days.

After all, practice was the only test of truth. It didn’t matter if it was talent or comprehension. It was all empty. Only the actual cultivation speed and results were the most practical. Therefore, the third test of the admittance test was the actual practice of the admittance test.

At this moment, Fan Wuji calmed his heart. After a while, his heart became as calm as still water. He abandoned all distracting thoughts and started to breathe naturally as he recited the in his mind. At the same time, he was trying to understand the connotation and profound meaning of the formula.

In a moment, Fan Wuji slowly read through the formula once. This time, he was able to understand most of the intricacies of the chant. When Fan Wuji read it a second time, he understood 99% of the chant. In the end, before he had even finished the third time, he completely understood the profundity of the chant.

This speed was truly frightening.

This was because an ordinary genius, even if his comprehension ability was extraordinary. However, the first time he came into contact with a cultivation method, he would find it difficult to understand. In Yu Long Academy, geniuses with the ability to comprehend would need two to three days before they could completely comprehend the basics of the incantation. As for comprehending the mnemonic chant in one day, that could only be described as monstrous. As for someone like Fan Wuji, being able to completely understand the intricacies of the chant after just three tries was no longer something that a monstrous genius could describe.

It could be said that Fan Wuji’s comprehension ability had already reached an unimaginable level. Even his intelligence was more terrifying than his aptitude. After all, one’s aptitude was determined by one’s physique. Geniuses with high natural endowments train extremely quickly. However, their speed of cultivation was fast, but their physiques were easier to cultivate. It was a type of compatibility. Therefore, people with high aptitude held the advantage of physique, but that didn’t mean they had a high level of comprehension.

However, comprehending multiple techniques, combat skills, and even secret arts required a superior perception. Geniuses with superb comprehension all had intelligence. A genius was a genius of comprehension. Rumor has it that Zhiyuan was also divided into nine stars. However, perception was illusory. As a person’s experience and cultivation changed, their changes would not always be the same. Therefore, the root of the intelligence cannot be directly detected. As for talent, it was the superiority of the physique. It could be directly tested by external strength.

Fan Wuji saw that he had comprehended the《 Basic Internal Energy Initiation Secret Art》. He was overjoyed. Without other geniuses, it would take a few days for them to fully understand the situation. For a moment, he read it three times before understanding. This undoubtedly saved several days of time. This was because there was great fear and great danger in cultivation. One had to completely understand the mnemonic chant in order to be able to cultivate directly. Otherwise, he would only end up going berserk.

At this time, Fan Wuji’s five hearts were in the sky as he recited the mnemonic chant. He quickly entered a meditative state, forgetting everything else. At this moment, his mind was completely focused. His heart was focused on cultivation and there were no other distracting thoughts.

In less than the time it took to brew a cup of tea, he could already feel the qi feeling that was mentioned in the mnemonic chant. Fan Wuji was slightly happy in his heart, but he immediately adjusted his state of mind and dispersed the happiness. Emotional training was a taboo.

Fan Wuji felt the presence of Qi and was not yet satisfied. He had to push himself forward and take advantage of this victory. After about three-quarters of an hour, he used the technique for refining Qi and successfully formed a strand of Qi in his lower dantian.

This wisp of inner strength, as well as its minute details, would not be able to detect its existence unless carefully sensed it. Although this wisp of inner strength was subtle and impure, it was extremely fragile. However, this meant that Fan Wuji had officially entered the ranks of cultivators.

In the world of cultivation, there was only one rule, and that was that whoever condensed inner strength, no matter how small it was, was called the Pre-Sky Realm. If one had a sense of Qi before, then it was a feeling of the day after tomorrow. If he could condense inner force, he would be at the precelestial stage.

In other words, Fan Wuji had stepped into the Houtian level, and had become a cultivator. Although it was only at the early Houtian realm …

After a long time, Fan Wuji finally stabilized this strand of internal energy. But Fan Wuji suddenly remembered something. He remembered exactly what his mother had told him seven years ago. At this moment, it was as if his mother’s words were lingering in his ears. Fan Wuji, at this moment, felt the strand of internal energy in his body and was silent for a long time.

In the next moment, Fan Wuji did something that others couldn’t understand.

At this moment, he gritted his teeth and used a secret technique that was passed down from her mother.

After a while, Fan Wuji used a secret technique. He felt his throat become salty, and a wave of blood began to surge out. In the end, it was difficult for him to control himself. He could only open his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood. In the next moment, Fan Wuji’s face paled.