Tian Bingbing drove her BMW, speeding like a swift arrow, and soon arrived at Zhang Bin’s doorstep.
Upon hearing the sound, Zhang Bin quickly ca out to greet her.
As soon as Tian Bingbing got out of the car, she presented a treasured sword and said coquettishly, "This is my family’s ancestral sword. It’s very sharp."
Zhang Bin took it. With a sonorous clang, he drew the sword and found its blade shimring like autumn waters, flickering with a sharp, frosty gleam.
"Excellent sword," Zhang Bin exclaid in admiration, casually thrusting it forward.
SWISH!
With a flash of white light, a green-headed fly fell to the ground.
"Great swordsmanship!" Tian Bingbing praised. "Coach, you’re actually a swordsmanship expert. You have to teach ! I love sword techniques." She clung to Zhang Bin’s other arm, shaking it vigorously.
Zhang Bin’s arm brushed against sothing soft and supple, making his blood boil. He had already experienced her ample bosom when they danced and had even played with her flawless, delicate feet. Feeling it again now made him nostalgic, even making him want to hold her for another dance.
However, now was not the ti for flirting, as he had to prepare for battle against powerful enemies.
He suppressed the romantic feelings welling up inside him and moved his gaze to her radiant, flower-like face. He smiled and said, "Alright, I promise. In three days, I’ll find ti to teach you. But when the ti cos, you’re not allowed to complain about how tough it is, okay?"
"Thank you, Coach!" Tian Bingbing laughed joyfully, her face like a blooming flower.
Many of the villagers watching the scene were left dumbfounded.
Zhang Bin didn’t ask Tian Bingbing to stay, nor did he talk with her much longer.
Once Tian Bingbing had left, he first went to Mantou Ridge to pick a large quantity of herbs and refined five batches of Gathering Qi Pills. After informing his parents, he took Little Fox and entered Great Green Mountain, heading straight for Daoist Elder Taiqing’s Cave Mansion.
He began his secluded cultivation.
Charging through the ridians was a dangerous task. Any disturbance could lead to a disastrous cultivation deviation. Thus, he had to find a very safe and quiet place, and Daoist Elder Taiqing’s Cave Mansion was undoubtedly the perfect choice.
On the way, Zhang Bin practiced Qi gathering, turning five large bottles of mineral water into Spiritual Water as green and lush as jade. This way, he wouldn’t need to stop to practice Qi gathering; he could directly consu the Spiritual Water for his cultivation.
Without hesitation, he consud an elixir the size of a walnut.
Then he began to circulate his Cultivation Technique, gathering True Qi. He soon discovered that the Gathering Qi Pills he refined were far inferior to those left by Daoist Elder Taiqing. The effect was much worse. They converted into far less True Qi, and the process was much slower.
However, Zhang Bin had a large number of elixirs, so he consud a few more.
Indeed, the speed of his True Qi transformation accelerated. Soon, his spacious Dantian was filled with True Qi. After consuming Spiritual Water to replenish his withered muscles, he began to channel the Qi to break through his ridians.
Just like that, two days and two nights flew by. Zhang Bin once again broke through four ridians, and he had also almost completely refilled his Dantian with True Qi.
Suddenly, he felt as though he had undergone an earth-shattering change. Since two of these four ridians connected to his eyes and ears, his sight and hearing improved imnsely. He could see clearly in the dark of night and could hear distant sounds.
Previously, the beast roars from the Abyss had been faint, but now they were incredibly clear. A look of shock appeared on his face because the roars from the beasts in the Abyss were too nurous to believe. It sounded as if ten thousand beasts were roaring in unison.
What exactly is that place down there? Why are there so many beasts? Could it be Jurassic Park? he wondered.
But he quickly cast aside his doubts and began practicing his swordsmanship. Since his vision and hearing had improved, he now t the basic requirents to practice the Lightning Three Swords.
After eating many of the fruits Little Fox had picked, he began to work hard on the first sword of the Lightning Three Swords—Sword Release Enemy Cripple.
SWISH! SWISH! SWISH!
He thrust his sword out ti and again, each attempt faster than the last, creating a dense sound that seed to pierce through space itself.
Little Fox watched from the sidelines with wide eyes, her face full of astonishnt at the rapid progress of Zhang Bin’s swordsmanship. Indeed, as far as she was aware, there was no one in the world whose swordsmanship improved at such a rocket-like speed.
Zhang Bin would practice for a while, then use his Longevity Qi to stimulate the nervous system in his right hand. This would allow his speed to increase further. Once he adapted to that speed, he would continue using Longevity Qi to stimulate his nervous system.
However, once his speed reached a limit, stimulating his nervous system was no longer of much use. To achieve another major increase, he would have to improve his Cultivation Level and spend a great deal of ti practicing.
Right now, I can probably manage ten thrusts per second. That’s already terrifying, but I’m still a long way from the first Realm, Sword Release Enemy Cripple, which requires a speed of fifteen swords per second. Zhang Bin’s face filled with yearning. If I ever cultivate to the third Realm, Sword Shatter Foe, just how powerful will I be? I could probably block bullets with ease. No, no... even the first Realm could probably block bullets. After all, fifteen thrusts in a single second... how incredibly fast is that?
Since there was no way to improve his speed any further for now, Zhang Bin shifted his focus to diligently practicing the accompanying footwork. He walked while swinging the sword. At first, he moved slowly, but he soon grew faster and faster until he was practically sprinting.
He dashed out of the cave hall and onto the flat ground outside. Weaving back and forth in the morning sunlight, he beca a blurry shadow enveloped in a flickering, cold light, an icy killing intent soaring straight to the heavens.
Little Fox watched intently, her face filled with excitent, as if she had understood the footwork and learned the sword technique herself.
"Xiao Qian, let’s go. We’re heading back," Zhang Bin said, stopping his practice. His face brimd with confidence.
SQUEAK! SQUEAK! SQUEAK!
Little Fox pointed at the several five-hundred-year-old Ginseng, Polygonum Multiflorum, and Lingzhi plants, squeaking insistently.
"Xiao Qian, are you offering these Spiritual dicines to ?" A look of delight appeared on Zhang Bin’s face.
Little Fox gave Zhang Bin a sharp glare, rolling her eyes and shaking her head vigorously. Even her eye-roll was imbued with the charm of a human beauty, as if she were sending out electric sparks.
Zhang Bin was secretly amazed, which made him look forward even more to the day Xiao Qian would transform into a beautiful woman. I’ll be the second Ning Caichen. How blissful would that be!
Suppressing the random thoughts in his mind, he asked, "Xiao Qian, are you saying we should move these Spiritual dicines to Mantou Ridge?"
Little Fox nodded repeatedly, her actions exuberant and cheerful.
During this ti, she had witnessed how fast the Spiritual dicines grew when watered with Spiritual Water, so she was tempted. If they used Spiritual Water on these five-hundred-year-old Spiritual dicines, they would soon beco thousand-year-old Spiritual dicines, which would be imnsely beneficial for her own cultivation.
An evil smile crept onto Zhang Bin’s face. Hehe... I’m about to swindle these Spiritual dicines right into my hands...
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