As evening approached,
"This young man..."
At the courtyard door, Uncle Gong watched Luo Mu, who was still practicing his sword technique. A rare expression of astonishment flashed in his eyes.
He had visited three times today—morning, noon, and evening—to deliver meals at the young miss's request.
Each time he came, Luo Mu was practicing his sword.
In the morning, when the sun was rising.
At noon, when the blazing sun was high.
And now, at dusk, he was still practicing!
"The future is promising," Uncle Gong nodded slightly, placing the meal aside.
This world may have many geniuses, but few could match such relentless dedication.
Luo Mu, deeply immersed in his sword technique, was unaware of his surroundings.
He didn't notice anyone had come or gone.
At some point, Luo Mu suddenly stopped.
A cracking sound seemed to echo from within his body, signaling the breaking of a bottleneck!
In the next moment, his entire aura shifted.
A strange and profound energy surged within him!
It was as though he had become a drawn sword, exuding a dominating, oppressive presence!
The very air around him seemed to briefly stagnate.
Whoosh!
Luo Mu suddenly opened his eyes.
His gaze was like a blade, containing boundless sharpness.
He held the sword in both hands.
Without using any strength, he casually slashed!
But the nearby fake mountain immediately split in two, and even the courtyard wall nearby trembled, a smooth crack appearing along its surface.
"Finally... I've grasped it!"
Luo Mu sheathed his sword and laughed loudly.
His voice was filled with excitement and exhilaration.
The Martial Dao momentum!
The mysterious power that many martial artists dream of reaching!
He never thought he would touch it, let alone comprehend it himself!
"The sword momentum, the formless force, can not only increase the sword's power but also affect the surroundings and shock the spirits of others!"
Luo Mu held the sword before him, his bright eyes reflecting the light.
In life-and-death battles, even half a second of hesitation could be fatal. And with the sword momentum, anyone within a ten-meter radius would be stunned for at least two seconds.
Two seconds...
That was enough time to kill someone four or five times over.
"With my current strength, unless the opponent also grasps the Martial Dao momentum, in the True Aperture Realm, I am invincible."
Luo Mu's mouth curled up.
However, the Martial Dao momentum wasn't something everyone could comprehend.
Even in an academy filled with geniuses, only those near the top of the Inner Academy could hope to possess such a thing.
"Currently, I've only grasped ten percent of the sword momentum."
"When the sword momentum increases, its power will become even more formidable!"
Luo Mu put down his sword.
He remembered that in a previous martial arts class, his teacher had said that each ten percent increase in Martial Dao momentum would exponentially increase its power.
"But to improve the sword momentum, just practicing the 'No-Life Sword Canon' won't be enough."
Luo Mu's gaze flickered.
It was impossible to achieve perfect sword momentum by merely relying on one martial technique. The "No-Life Sword Canon" was just one small part of the vast world of swordsmanship. Luo Mu needed to train in more sword techniques to gain different insights and increase his sword momentum!
"Forget it, for now, I'll set aside swordsmanship."
Luo Mu shook his head.
He needed to focus on improving his cultivation level.
At this point, he was only at the second stage of the True Aperture Realm, which was a bit low.
It was thrilling to fight above his level, but wouldn't it be even better to simply crush his opponents with superior cultivation?
With that thought, Luo Mu decided to return to his room and use the resources he had gathered from the demon Cultivators to enhance his cultivation.
However, at this moment...
The courtyard door was knocked on.
He opened the door to find Cheng Qingman standing outside.
"I thought you, the martial fanatic, would still be practicing, but I didn't expect you to rest."
Cheng Qingman said with a smile.
"Sorry," Luo Mu said a bit sheepishly.
He had promised to go to Xunyang City today, but had completely forgotten.
"No need to apologize, I was just joking," Cheng Qingman laughed lightly, walking into the courtyard. "Come, I've brought you something good!"
Today wasn't just a casual outing.
Cheng Qingman's true intention was to repay Luo Mu and the others.
At a critical moment, both Jiang Hai and Lin Rufeng had stood their ground instead of running away.
And Luo Mu had fought valiantly, slaying the demon Luo, ensuring that the academy mission did not fail.
Her personality, much like her father's, was open and generous.
She repaid both kindness and enmity in equal measure.
Cheng Qingman pulled out a jade box from her storage ring.
Even with the lid on, a rich herbal fragrance wafted from the box, pleasing to the senses.
Luo Mu only needed to take a deep breath to feel the heat surge through his body, his blood starting to boil with desire.
This was undoubtedly a very high-grade cultivation elixir!
"This is a third-grade Silver Vein Grass. The medicinal power is very strong, but it's gentle in nature, so a True Aperture Realm martial artist can take it without worrying about backlash."
Cheng Qingman explained.
"Third-grade!"
Luo Mu was momentarily stunned.
This exceeded his expectations.
He had thought Cheng Qingman would give him a second-grade pill, and that would have been quite generous.
To his surprise, it was Silver Vein Grass!
This was something even Spirit Sea Realm martial artists would covet!
In the academy's exchange hall, it would likely take tens of thousands of contribution points to trade for it.
"Also, this is a storage ring I bought for you. Though the capacity isn't large, it's enough to hold the heads of over a hundred people."
Cheng Qingman said with a playful smile.
They had known each other for some time, and in her mind, Luo Mu had a particular fondness for "heads."
"I'll accept the elixir, but as for the storage ring, I'll pass," Luo Mu said after a moment of thought, shaking his head.
He preferred an equal exchange.
That way, neither side owed anything to the other.
But Cheng Qingman's gesture of gratitude had already exceeded his expectations.
"Junior Brother Luo, you're being too formal. Are you saying my life isn't worth these things?"
Cheng Qingman raised an eyebrow.
She sensed the subtle distance in Luo Mu's words.
"Though Elder Lin is secretly watching over us, we didn't know at the time, so you saved me. That's a fact."
Cheng Qingman's words left Luo Mu momentarily speechless.
It seemed like she had a point.
"Take it. I, Cheng Qingman, always repay kindness, and I do so with a heart of gratitude!"
Cheng Qingman placed the storage ring into Luo Mu's hands.
"By the way, I've also had a spiritual sword forged for you at the Treasure Refining Tower. We can pick it up together in five days."
"A spiritual sword?"
Luo Mu's eyes flickered.
Weapons in this world were categorized as mortal-grade, hundred-refined, spiritual, heavy, sacred, and divine.
Generally speaking, hundred-refined weapons were already quite rare and valuable.
Spiritual weapons, however, were much stronger.
Their material was sturdier, and they were often imbued with special ores or small formations to boost the power of martial techniques.
A martial artist with a spiritual weapon was guaranteed to defeat one wielding a hundred-refined weapon, even if they were of the same level.
"Well, it's only three things."
"Don't overthink it."
"Good night."
Cheng Qingman smiled brightly, then turned to leave.
A gentle breeze stirred, and her long hair fluttered, making the warm summer day feel a little cooler.
"Although... it feels like I'm being kept by a rich lady."
Luo Mu retracted his gaze and shook his head slightly.
Of course, he didn't dwell on the matter too much.
If Heaven grants and one does not seize, the fault lies with them.
If an opportunity is handed to him on a silver platter, he wasn't about to let it slip away.
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