"Of course, it’s a bit of practice here and there, then you see the results," he said.
Meng Yu smiled. Lately, many outside talked about him having some ’Golden Finger’ or treasures and such, which inevitably led to wild speculations. After all, why were geniuses suddenly emerging one after another?
"And the Sword Intent of Water?"
Someone asked.
The next moment, Meng Yu’s sword transformed into a long river, its roaring waters like a raging dragon, the river water tainted with blood, seeming like a blood river sweeping over everything.
It was a widely known sword technique of the Blood God Sect, practised by those from the Foundation Establishment Stage to the Nascent Soul Stage.
Blood River Divine Sword!
Xia Hailu clenched her fists tightly, watching this man wield his sword.
"It’s not the Blood River Divine Sword; it’s the second form of the Thirteen Swords of the Long River, Surge of the Great River," said Cao Xiao Jun, his voice calm like the red waves around him. In the next instant, Cao Xiao Jun’s sword technique trembled suddenly, introducing an inexplicable taste that appeared before the Red Maple Wooden Sword.
All at once, everything seemed to come to a halt—the leaves, the breeze, the people, and even the surrounding temperature, while Meng Yu’s long sword continued to rotate smoothly, like the flowing river water.
An invisible force, like the unchanging spacetime, yet the flowing river remained constant.
In the quietness and motion, a raging Sword Intent burst forth.
"Sword Intent of Water?"
Xia Hailu was stunned again.
The sword technique was divine, and the essence reached perfection.
"Hmm, our Thirteen Swords of the Long River, although not as vast and profound as the Blood River Divine Sword, clarifies thirteen types of sword paths. For the Sword Intent of Water, I chose this," Cao Xiao Jun smiled, looking rightfully confident, "I’m planning to master the Thirteen Swords of the Long River then move on to the Blood River Divine Sword, how about that?"
"...Aren’t you waiting to use the Sword Intent to break through when you achieve the Golden Pill of Achievement?" Xia Hailu stared intently at Cao Xiao Jun.
Typically, when one cultivates and nurtures Sword Intent, they often use it to enhance themselves at the last moment.
"Ah, who would be that bored? Level up when you should, why stick to doing it during Core Formation?" Cao Xiao Jun blinked his eyes, looking puzzled at Xia Hailu and the others.
His expression greatly hurt everyone.
Then, Meng Yu continued his sword training.
Previously with the Four Great Sword Intents—Earth, Fire, Water, Wind—acting like four pillars supporting his system, each Sword Intent he mastered was equivalent to decades or even a hundred years of arduous cultivation.
Whether it was the Wind of the White Crane or the Sword of Weak Water, each had given him extraordinary achievements in certain aspects of swordsmanship. Later, continuous sword training and battles had significantly advanced Meng Yu’s swordsmanship towards perfection.
By this time, a talent equivalent to over three to four hundred years of sword training in the Four Great Sword Intents and their branches wasn’t much of a challenge.
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Like this time, practicing the second movement of the Thirteen Swords of the Long River, Surge of the Great River, Meng Yu coincidentally attained another kind of Sword Intent of Water in front of Xia Hailu.
To outsiders, it might appear as showing off or stunning brilliance, but for Meng Yu, it was really just a natural progression.
A chef capable of mastering four major cuisines facing little effort in exploring a new dish of the same flavor.
When Meng Yu arrived at the Blood God Sect, he had thoroughly studied the Thirteen Swords of the Long River on the train, including related techniques of the Wind and Earth Elements.
Thus, today, he had grasped another Sword Intent.
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"Stop practicing..."
Yun Zhita suddenly spoke.
Her mind was all muddled now; she even suspected the equipment was broken. From what it seemed, if this guy wasn’t Meng Yu, then it was truly bizarre!
But Meng Yu’s Four Great Sword Intents weren’t like this, and besides, if he again demonstrated a Sword Intent on the spot, she could swear it would drive people mad.
"The Blood Pool of Ten Thousand Spirits has been brought."
She revealed the purpose of her visit today.
"Ah, thank you, thank you."
"These are the precautions, do you know how to disperse the medicine? The medicine for Body Refining is not easily absorbed, and if dispersed improperly, it’s more likely to cause problems."
"I know."
...
That night.
In the Quiet Room, on the Spirit Vein, there lay an artifact resembling a bathtub, one of Blood God Sect’s foundational assets, the Blood Pool of Ten Thousand Spirits.
Gathering precious materials and employing various means, it was forged using the power of the Blood God, an artifact for remaking muscles and marrow.
When used, it was combined with the Blood of Ten Thousand Spirits—not the kind produced by ancient Demon Sects that involved killing countless people and using their vital blood as ingredients, which had too many side effects and was truly unnecessary.
In the modern world, acquiring fresh blood was easy: by rallying healthy citizens from their territories, even different species could sell their blood. The people provided a certain amount of fresh blood and received ample compensation in return, while the Blood God Sect acquired high-quality goods that were even exported to places like Immortal Sect.
Enabled by several factors, Meng Yu could now enjoy this treasure.
The greatest benefit of this artifact was Body Refining. It could enhance the limits of one’s muscles and bones. Previously, Meng Yu had considered strengthening Shaoyang Mysterious Skill and other forms of Inner Strength, but the tenfold intensity risked causing his body to explode. This limitation nearly drove Meng Yu to cultivate a Body Refining Technique, but he eventually gave up because these techniques were too slow to cultivate.
So, Meng Yu had always been interested in the Blood Pool of Ten Thousand Spirits. Having some free time, he decided to visit the Blood God Sect to experience it.
This wasn’t a question of expense but of strategic assets. If it weren’t for the day Meng Yu verified his age, voluntarily proposing to buy usage rights to the Blood Pool, and showing his monstrous talent, the Blood God Sect wouldn’t have allowed him to enjoy it.
Unfortunately, the Blood Pool of the Blood God Sect was one-time use only; once extracted from the Blood God Temple, it had to be used, and it would decompose after a month. Otherwise, Meng Yu would definitely have stolen it and used it incessantly.
At this moment, Meng Yu was relishing in it.
Majestic medicinal power infiltrated Meng Yu’s body, addressing the last shortfall in his cultivation.
Body Refining, Qi Cultivation, Divine Refinement.
He had cultivated the last two well, but he was severely lacking in Body Refining.
Thus, he lay in the Blood Pool, refining himself overnight. His muscles and bones strengthened, medicinal power spread throughout his body, and by morning, a new Golden Core emerged.
It was just before the millennium celebration of the Blood God Sect, and Ceres had many Golden Core experts. Xiao Jun’s reputation had already spread far and wide, and visitors came in an unending stream.
Everyone wanted to see how a Foundation Establishment could defeat a Golden Core.
The martial trials began, and the beatings commenced.
As a matter of ceremony, which was also a much-discussed tradition, the vast majority of Golden Cores would first reduce their cultivation to the seventh level of Foundation Establishment to enjoy the feeling of getting slapped.
It wasn’t that they were sadistic; in the past, no matter how they had reduced their cultivation to the level of Foundation Establishment, they had overwhelmingly won against others at the same level, so they always felt they were exceptional and could surpass others.
Then, they got slapped, repeatedly slapped, and eventually realized that at the Foundation Establishment Stage, they were absolutely no match for Xiao Jun!
Next, it would be the Golden Core experts against Foundation Establishment!
The battles were intense. Although they were close-combat fights and everyone used either Sandalwood Blades or Red Maple Wooden Swords, Meng Yu’s battles were still arduous.
When the Golden Cores exerted their full strength, their figures filled a thousand-meter radius, and endless Spiritual Energy solidified and infiltrated every corner as their Divine Souls and Combat Techniques increased indefinitely!
Meng Yu could bully them within seven steps, but his opponents had limitless possibilities within a thousand-meter radius.
Even some unscrupulous Golden Cores, knowing that Meng Yu’s attacks couldn’t break their defenses, would take the initiative to attack when they should have conceded.
Every battle was a test, and sometimes they reached life-and-death situations!
But... Meng Yu loved it!
Having obtained the Blood Pool and undergone Body Refining, he needed to train. The Golden Core experts paid a high price to experience Meng Yu’s combat power, but weren’t they also instructing Meng Yu in swordsmanship and knife techniques?
And for these Golden Core experts, Meng Yu not only didn’t have to spend a lot of favors or Spirit Stones to hire people, but after they got hit, they even praised Meng Yu’s prowess!
One fierce battle after another allowed the medicinal power to be rapidly absorbed, improving his physique.
Every day, he could feel his muscles grow stronger, his bones, originally transparent like jade, became even tougher, and his energy was incredibly vibrant. He could feel his strength increasing every day!