Sword Saving the World - C31

Fan Wuji’s expression became solemn. Then he smiled and said, “Teacher Leng. Of course. If I, Fan Wuji, have the ability, then I will definitely be the first in the literary test. Teacher Leng, rest assured. In terms of cultivation knowledge, the number of people in the Tang Kingdom who have a deeper understanding than I do probably does not exceed five fingers. ”

Seeing how confident he was, Leng Qingqiu could not help but let out a laugh. This smile was as beautiful as a hundred flowers blooming in full bloom. Sometimes, Ice Mountain beauties were also very pretty when they smiled.

Fan Wuji looked at Leng Qingqiu, whose beauty bloomed like a hundred flowers, and said goodbye. He then casually left Leng Qingqiu’s office. Although he had already left, Leng Qingqiu’s eyes were still filled with a strange glow as she stared in the direction that Fan Wuji had left in. Ever since Leng Qingqiu was young, she had disliked fighting and killing martial arts, but rather liked literature and knowledge. Therefore, she had a bit of respect and admiration for every single one of the scholars.

And Fan Wuji was able to memorize the entire set of the cultivation encyclopedia in just a few days time. The actions of a genius were as dazzling as the blazing sun high up in the sky. After all, in terms of knowledge reserves, Fan Wuji was second in the entire Tang Country, and no one dared to claim he was first. However, Fan Wuji had not yet reached the level of proficiency in these cultivation knowledge. When Fan Wuji completely comprehended this knowledge, he would be the undisputed number one scholar in the Tang Kingdom.

Towards such a monstrous heaven’s pride expert like Fan Wuji, Leng Qingqiu had a faint sense of admiration in his heart. Even she found it unbelievable. For a teacher to admire his own student, he was probably the first in the history of Fish Dragon Academy.

Ever since then, Fan Wuji seemed to have gained special privileges. He skipped classes and got absent-minded, but also obtained the tacit approval of the director, Leng Qingqiu. After all, there was nothing Leng Qingqiu could do to teach him. With this, Fan Wuji coming to class would be a waste of time.

On this day, Fan Wuji was sitting cross-legged on a prayer mat in his secluded meditation room. He raised his five hearts to the sky and silently operated the begforce spell chant. In that instant, he felt the presence of Qi. “In a short quarter of an hour, he managed to develop a sliver of his internal force.

From sensing Qi to nurturing the first strand of Qi, it only took him a quarter of an hour. This speed could be said to be shockingly fast. It took Li Suyi, a 4-star talent, more than half a day to successfully cultivate her first strand of inner strength.

However, that was probably the case. Li Suyi only had a 4-star aptitude, while Fan Wuji’s actual aptitude was 8-star. The difference between an 8-star rating and a 4-star rating was four levels! And a four star apothecary was only barely a middle tier aptitude. And an 8-star talent was already a superior grade one. There was a heaven and earth difference between the two. The difference was like a chasm. In other words, the 8-star talent Fan Wuji was a divine dragon that roamed the nine heavens, while the 4-star talent Li Suyi was just a little snake that was secretly diving underground.

This time, Fan Wuji had successfully nurtured a strand of internal energy. His heart was calm, without a single ripple of excitement. In the next instant, Fan Wuji activated the unique technique left behind by his mother. According to this method. In just a few breaths of time, Fan Wuji had shattered the strand of internal force within his body.

A “wow” sound was heard. Fan Wuji only felt a sweet taste in his throat before spitting out a mouthful of blood. This was the price he paid for shattering his internal energy. Fan Wuji, after spitting out blood, was not angry, but instead happy. He revealed a slight smile.

After a short break, Fan Wuji once again started circulating the basic inner force technique. Just like before, he instantly felt Qi and developed a strand of Qi in a short time. As soon as he had cultivated his inner force, he immediately started circulating his martial art to shatter the inner force.

Three days and three nights later!

This was the eighty-first time that Fan Wuji had shattered the internal energy within his body. After shattering his inner strength for the eighty-first time, his rate of nurturing true qi grew faster and faster. Moreover, every time he recultivated his inner force, it would become a bit purer than before.

“Haha!” Nine was the absolute number. Ninety-nine eighty-one was the limit. “After the ninety-nine shatters of inner force and the eighty-one shatters of my inner force, my inner force has reached the perfect level.” Fan Wuji’s face was pale, without a hint of red. This was a type of extremely unhealthy pallor where one’s vital energy and blood were greatly damaged.

Thinking about it, that was true. Fan Wuji had dispersed his cultivation nine times in a row, and the price for every scattering of his cultivation was to vomit blood. After spitting out blood 999 times, it would be strange if his qi and blood weren’t greatly damaged.

But it was worth it. As everyone knew, Houtian realm cultivators trained in inner strength. The cultivation of inner strength was not only about accumulating energy, but also about refining and refining it.

Perhaps in the common sense of the world, the practice of cultivation for Pre-Sky Realm cultivators was to continuously nurture and nurture the inner strength, allowing the quantity of inner strength to gradually increase. The greater the amount of inner strength, the stronger the endurance of natural battles would be.

Actually, what he had said was not entirely correct. Cultivation in the Pre-Sky Realm was the accumulation of quantity. This was not bad. But there was another important point, which was to refine his internal force. Inner force was divided into four levels according to the purity of the essence.

The four levels of purity of inner strength were: ordinary inner strength, excellent inner strength, top inner strength, and perfect inner strength.

Generally speaking, early Houtian realm cultivators had ordinary inner strength. Only by accumulating ordinary inner strength to a certain peak value and then refining it into excellent inner strength would one be able to advance to the middle Houtian realm. Thus, not only did the amount of inner strength that a cultivator at the middle Houtian realm exceeded that of the early Houtian realm, the purity of his inner strength also exceeded that of the early Houtian realm.

As a result, the destructive power and endurance of cultivators in the middle Houtian realm were much greater than that of cultivators in the early Houtian realm. This was because the purity of the inner force represented the destructive power of the inner force, and the amount of inner force represented the endurance of the inner force.

Generally speaking, normal inner strength corresponded to the early Houtian realm, excellent inner strength to the middle Houtian realm, top inner strength to the late Houtian realm, and perfect inner strength to the perfect Houtian realm.

Thinking about it like this, he was truly terrified. Fan Wuji only had a single strand of internal force at the moment, and that was the early Houtian realm. In terms of purity, he was already comparable to a peak Houtian expert. In terms of the destructive power of his inner force alone, he was comparable to the perfection stage of the Houtian realm.

The destructive power of an early Houtian realm cultivator who had just developed his internal energy was comparable to the peak of the Houtian realm. To all cultivators, this was simply a fantasy story. Anyone who saw it would sigh in disbelief.

Of course, Fan Wuji’s current inner force was only as pure and destructive as that of the Great Circle of Hou Tian. In terms of endurance, he was still weaker than many early Houtian realm cultivators. After all, he only had a single strand of inner force.

Fan Wuji couldn’t help but to use the strand of Perfection inner force within his body. Perfection level inner force flowed through his meridians and quickly concentrated on his left palm. With a leap, he jumped and arrived in front of the wall.

With a loud bang, Fan Wuji’s left palm slammed against the wall. Surprisingly, there was a sunken handprint on the steel wall. The owner of this palm print, Fan Wuji, could not help but sigh at the terror of perfection.