After a brief deliberation in his heart, Ye Qingzhou quickly made a choice: "The Martial Arts of the world, nothing is unbreakable, only speed is unbreakable. The wind force is the most fitting for right now."
While pondering, Ye Qingzhou’s hands were also continuously wielding his sword. Within a small space, the Eight Sword Techniques of thrust, chop, lift, hang, cloud, point, collapse, and intercept ca effortlessly to him, showcasing profound and solid swordsmanship skills like flowing clouds and water.
All swordsmanship in the world is composed of these Eight Sword Techniques, ever-changing, yet they never deviate from their roots.
And as Ye Qingzhou continuously practiced these Eight Sword Techniques, his comprehension of the wind force grew deeper and deeper. He quickly advanced from entry-level to skilled, and finally broke through to mastery before he had to stop.
The main reason was that his internal primordial qi was depleted, and his inner breath could not sustain it. Otherwise, he could continue to break through the skill level of the wind force.
Feeling his empty dantian, Ye Qingzhou sheathed his sword with a sigh, "Every ti I stop halfway just when it’s getting fun, it’s really torturous. It seems I need to prioritize making money sooner."
He then inexplicably thought of Xu Yuebing.
"I heard the Xu family is pretty wealthy. Should I just marry into their family? Practicing martial arts isn’t embarrassing. At worst, I’ll get a divorce after achieving mastery. It’s just as they say, the first sword after landing, cut down the person in your heart..."
But Ye Qingzhou imdiately dismissed this idea, mainly because he, as an esteed Sword Saint, had so image to maintain. Selling his looks...what is that?
Not appropriate, not appropriate.
With this thought discarded, Ye Qingzhou began to calm his mind, entering a fetal breath state of a mind as still as water, then started insight, carefully observing the various changes within his body.
At this mont, Ye Qingzhou’s internal primordial qi was completely exhausted, not a drop could be squeezed out.
However, the effect was significant; the primordial qi consud by the inner breath had strengthened his nervous fibers, increasing the speed of information transmission between neurons.
Ye Qingzhou noticed this subtle change with his innovative and subtle realm: "My reaction speed improved by at least two percent, aning that with each practice of the Eight Sword Techniques infused with the wind force, my reaction speed improved by one percent every ten tis. Blue Star’s Martial Arts are truly incredible!"
One must know, the human reaction arc generally ranges from 0.1 to 0.5 seconds, and is often innate, difficult to enhance through acquired training. This is known as innate endownt and talent disparity.
Yet, Blue Star’s Martial Arts evidently broke this iron law, having developed to such a mature stage that they even involve genetic modification.
"No wonder Xu Lan doesn’t think I can win the championship. It seems that those second generation cultivators who started years ago have a much more solid foundation than mine."
Ye Qingzhou’s thoughts raced.
His opponents began their training five or six years earlier, investing vast resources to build the foundation of Martial Dao. In this way, even a fat pig could be strengthened into an elephant.
However, it was impossible to expect Ye Qingzhou to concede just because of this.
Although he keenly felt a huge gap in physical fitness, Ye Qingzhou was not disheartened.
Instead, the stronger his opponent, the more he feels stimulated and excited: "I’m already looking forward to it. I hope you second generation cultivators won’t disappoint ."
Early the next morning, Ye Qingzhou left ho for school, carrying his sword bag.
With eyes closed and both hands in his pockets, he walked towards the school one step at a ti.
Each step he took was exactly three feet apart, with a margin of error controlled to within a milliter, creating a very peculiar posture.
This was actually an incredibly advanced pile skill that Ye Qingzhou had realized in his past life, called ’Swordsn of the World.’
Unlike stationary pile, Swordsn of the World involves practicing while walking, each step covering a distance of three feet, precisely the length of a sword.
Weapons are extensions of fists and feet, and in essence, all swordsmanship is about controlling spatial distance. The stronger one’s sense of spatial distance, the more advantageous their swordsmanship.
No journey of a thousand miles begins without a single step.
In order to win the championship of the Cyan Wave Sword Fighting Competition, Ye Qingzhou was now racing against ti to strengthen himself, even practicing moving pile while walking. Through repetitive practice—ten tis, a hundred tis, a thousand tis, ten thousand tis—his inner strength circulates forming reflexes, following fixed paths, until eventually, his internal energy courses through the ridians, and strength is governed by the mind.
At the sa ti, Ye Qingzhou kept his eyes tightly closed, relying entirely on his ears to discern sound and location, training his five senses and control ability this way.
But in other people’s eyes, Ye Qingzhou appeared to be a delinquent walking with eyes closed, kicking his feet as he walked, with hands in his pockets, utterly arrogant.
Even passersby avoided him, staying at least five ters away.
It wasn’t until he arrived at the front gate of First High School that Ye Qingzhou unexpectedly t Yun Shanshan.
Previously, Yun Shanshan would never initiate conversation with Ye Qingzhou. But after hearing from her friend Cao Jingwen about Ye Qingzhou joining the Swordsmanship Club yesterday, her thoughts clearly underwent a significant change.
The Swordsmanship Club at First High School had a good reputation, with the top five seats offering recomndations for university entrance, albeit varying in school tier.
Compared to other ordinary high school students, mbers of the Swordsmanship Club obviously had a higher probability of becoming professional martial artists, with a bright future ahead.
Because of this, even though Ye Qingzhou ignored her, Yun Shanshan didn’t consider the small grievance in front of her as anything significant, instead becoming even more enthusiastic.
She carefully smoothed her hair, putting on an alluring smile as she greeted Ye Qingzhou with a sweet voice, "Ye Qingzhou, good morning."
Yet, Ye Qingzhou, with his eyes tightly shut, only twitched his ears and continued to step past the school gate, showing no intention of responding to Yun Shanshan.
This infuriated Yun Shanshan, who perceived herself as a little princess, as no other boy had ever dared to ignore her like this!
Never!
Unwilling to admit defeat, Yun Shanshan trotted to catch up with Ye Qingzhou, calling out breathlessly, "Ye Qingzhou, wait a minute."
Hearing this, Ye Qingzhou stopped his practice, exhaled slowly and finished his stance, looking at Yun Shanshan with displeasure, "What?"
"Didn’t you see just now?"
"Are you blind? Didn’t you see I was walking with my eyes closed?"
"..."
"Then why didn’t you respond when I called you?"
"I’m not a custor service hotline, why should I respond to you?"
"Ye Qingzhou! Must it be like this between us? You weren’t like this before..."
"Look at how you’re talking. Weren’t you always indifferent to before too? Why are you insisting on getting tangled up with now? Actually, I prefer your arrogant side, please go back to that."
Yun Shanshan nibbled her lip gently, feeling overwhelmingly aggrieved. She had already humbled herself, so why wouldn’t Ye Qingzhou forgive her?
Falling out of love, embracing the new and discarding the old!
Pah, he really is a scumbag!
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