Nightfall.
Luo Mu returned to his courtyard.
He sat on a stone bench, gazing at the bright moonlight, and began recalling everything that had happened today, especially his battle with Feng Qinghe.
With the Dao Intent in place, he could have finished the fight in an instant. However, in order to test some things, he had to spend a little more time.
"The advantages are obvious, but there are plenty of drawbacks," Luo Mu thought deeply.
First, the [No-Life Sword Canon] was incredibly powerful, comparable to a high-level Mystic-tier sword technique. However, its sword speed was a little slow. When facing someone like Feng Qinghe, who excelled in body movement, it was difficult to land a hit, and the attack could easily be dodged.
"I need to practice a sword style that's faster, or perhaps a body technique to complement it," he thought.
Next, there was the [Xuan Yang Overlord Body Technique]. With a slight mental movement, a faint red-colored Qi began to form around his body. This was just the initial stage of the Gang Qi, which was why Feng Qinghe's sword could still pierce it. However, by concentrating the Qi into a single point, Luo Mu was able to greatly enhance his defense, blocking the sword.
"If I reach the perfect stage, I should be able to disperse the Qi throughout my body and still block attacks easily."
The benefits of a powerful body had already shown themselves in these recent battles. Although his speed was not the fastest, as long as his body was strong enough, he could adapt to any situation and even seize an opportunity to counterattack.
"Once I return to the academy, I'll exchange some Zhi Yang Essence. With a bit of luck, reaching perfection shouldn't be an issue."
From the recent mission, he had earned roughly 70,000 contribution points, which should be enough to exchange for a good amount of Zhi Yang Essence.
"Also, to increase the strength of my Dao Intent, I'll need to practice more Mystic-tier sword techniques."
Luo Mu stood up. The [No-Life Sword Canon] had already reached its limit. There was no point in practicing it further. It seemed there were still many areas to improve, and much more work to be done.
At that moment, Luo Mu suddenly recalled a conversation he had in the tavern. He had asked about the Inner Academy, and Cheng Qingman had mentioned that with his current martial arts foundation, even if he stepped into the Spirit Sea Realm, he would still only rank within the top thirty for a while.
Chang Le Academy encompassed seven large counties, so one could imagine how many monstrous geniuses there were within. In this year's class, there were about thirty Inner Academy disciples who had already comprehended the Dao Intent. They had broken through to the Spirit Sea Realm and were cultivating high-level Mystic-tier martial arts. Their strength was extremely formidable.
"This is the gap between the Inner and Outer Academies," Luo Mu's eyes darkened slightly.
The Cangwu Tower in the Outer Academy didn't have high-level Mystic-tier martial arts; the best it offered were medium-level ones. High-tier martial arts were just a step below Earth-tier and were extremely precious, even within the academy. They would not be taught easily and required meeting certain conditions.
This meant that in terms of martial arts, he couldn't easily catch up.
Knock, knock, knock!
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.
Luo Mu raised an eyebrow. Who would be coming to see him at this hour? Could it be Cheng Qingman again?
He opened the door.
Indeed, it was Cheng Qingman, holding a pile of books in her arms.
Without waiting for Luo Mu to respond, she hurried into the courtyard and placed all the books on the stone table.
"I'm exhausted!" Cheng Qingman wiped the sweat off her forehead and grabbed a teacup, not caring whether Luo Mu had used it before, and took a big gulp.
"What's this?" Luo Mu asked in surprise.
"Uncle Gong said that after comprehending the Dao Intent, I need to study more sword techniques to increase its power, so I went to our family's weapon vault to search for some."
"Unfortunately, my father and ancestors are all rough types; they either use axes or hammers. We barely have any sword techniques, and the few we have aren't particularly high in rank."
"Brother Luo, just make do with them for now." Cheng Qingman sighed deeply.
"Sword techniques?" Luo Mu was stunned, then walked over. His pupils constricted.
There were a total of fifteen sword technique books on the stone table. To his surprise, all of them were at the Mystic-tier level.
Ten were low-level Mystic-tier, and five were medium-level Mystic-tier.
If this were at the academy—no, comparing this to the academy was pointless. The martial arts there were heavily discounted for students. Outside, even low-level Mystic-tier techniques were incredibly rare, and medium-level ones were treasures that many families would keep as core techniques.
And here, Cheng Qingman had brought out all fifteen at once.
"Senior Sister Cheng, is there anything I can help you with?" Since he was currently lacking sword techniques, Luo Mu couldn't simply ignore the opportunity and went straight to the point.
"Look at you, Brother Luo, always so formal. Aren't we friends now? Friends help each other out, of course!" Cheng Qingman plopped down on a chair, cupping her chin with her hands, a smile dancing on her lips.
"I help you now, and when I get into trouble in the future, I know you'll help me too."
At this point, she had been quite direct.
It was an investment in his future.
Upon hearing this, Luo Mu smiled. "Since Senior Sister Cheng has so much faith in me, aren't you worried it might all be for nothing?"
"Of course I'm confident. I've seen many geniuses and even monsters in the Inner Academy," Cheng Qingman squinted her eyes into crescent shapes, her smile wide, "Although some of them are stronger than you now, I believe that with a bit more time, you'll easily surpass them!"
"In the future, you'll definitely become a top-tier expert, like my father."
"No, maybe even stronger!"
Luo Mu was taken aback. He hadn't expected Cheng Qingman to think so highly of him. But after thinking about it, it made sense. After all, it was rare to find someone who could comprehend the Dao Intent at the True Aperture Realm. Anyone would take him seriously.
"Then I'll thank you, Senior Sister Cheng," Luo Mu said with a smile after a moment's hesitation.
He now had a total of fifteen Mystic-tier sword techniques, five of which were medium-level. This was a huge gesture.
Even within the academy, it would be impossible to exchange for such a quantity with his current contribution points.
"Heh heh!" Cheng Qingman beamed when she heard his response.
Although she was a genius, she hadn't fully inherited her ancestors' talents. She could be considered a normal genius, so her future achievements were limited.
But that was okay.
She might not become the strong one herself, but she could rely on others!
Especially someone with such a bright future!
"Well, I won't disturb you any longer!" Cheng Qingman got up, knowing that Luo Mu was probably already focused on the sword techniques.
She didn't need to stay any longer.
"Take care," Luo Mu nodded.
As soon as Cheng Qingman left, he immediately focused his attention on the books.
Seeing this, Cheng Qingman rolled her eyes.
Martial arts enthusiast!!!
She carefully closed the door behind her and walked off, humming a little tune as she went. Her smile was even brighter than the moon above.
Tonight's moon was so round.
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