Grinding Cultivation Toward Martial Saint-Chapter 1385 - 235: Taixu Yin Yang Sword Reaches Small Success, Gui Xu’s Sword!
National Master Mansion.
Nighttime.
The moon is dark, the wind is high, and the evening wind is wailing.
Suddenly.
Bright sword light tears through the night sky, alternating light and darkness in the courtyard.
Countless faintly visible sword shadows crisscross, interlacing.
Yet the figure remains unseen, as if merging into the depths of the night.
[Taixu Yin Yang Sword Experience Value +166]
[Taixu Yin Yang Sword Experience Value +166]
[Taixu Yin Yang Sword Experience Value +158]
[...]
One after another, prompts flashed before Jiang Ning’s eyes.
Practicing swordplay in the Inner World, numerous insights accumulated are constantly transforming at this moment into his swordsmanship progress.
As flashes of inspiration pass through his mind, the progress of the Taixu Yin Yang Sword continuously grows.
For a long time.
[Taixu Yin Yang Sword Experience Value +69]
[...]
[Taixu Yin Yang Sword Experience Value +71]
Until every prompt flashing before him returned to normal accumulation, Jiang Ning finally stopped his actions.
Several breaths later.
The interlacing sword shadows dispersed, and the howling wind of the courtyard returned to calm.
Only that long sword, held in Jiang Ning’s hand, shimmered with cold light in the dark night.
[Skill]: Taixu Yin Yang Sword (Master 12737/20000)
Looking at his panel, Jiang Ning nodded with satisfaction in the darkness.
"A few more times, and the Taixu Yin Yang Sword will be able to break through to small success! I’ll catch up with Senior Sister Shen!" The thought flashed through his mind.
Then he slowly closed his eyes again.
Tonight at the Linyuan Small Gathering, he consumed a large amount of Spirit Fruit and Demon Beast Meat and drank incalculable amounts of Spiritual Wine.
Now he could feel that the energy within his body was almost endless.
Especially after stepping into the Second Grade Grandmaster, the rhythm of each breath resonated with Heaven and Earth.
The speed of recovery of any consumption within his body was countless times higher than before.
The golden mist in his dantian, which was prone to exhaustion, now constantly coagulates, generates, and merges into the dantian, at every moment for him to command and mobilize.
...
Returning once again to the Inner Realm.
He held the long sword in his hand, practicing the Taixu Yin Yang Sword again.
In the Inner World, the passage of time is extremely imperceptible.
Unaware of the passing years.
Jiang Ning practiced his swordplay over and over again.
As the saying goes, "Read a book a hundred times and its meaning naturally appears," and so it is with practicing swordplay.
With constant practice, he gradually gained insights and different understandings in his heart.
Subtle changes were occurring in the Taixu Yin Yang Sword in his hands.
Not knowing how much time had passed.
Maybe a month, maybe half a year, maybe even longer...
He felt a momentary confusion in his heart.
Suddenly he stopped the practice of swordplay in his hands.
He looked up at the sky above, where an extraordinarily bright and dazzling sun moved beneath the white mist.
He squinted slightly, looking at the sun above, at the monotonous scenery, at the ever-unchanging sky, feeling more disoriented in his heart.
"No! I have to go out!" He closed his eyes, sensing that his condition was already problematic.
The next moment.
Accompanied by the reversal of heaven and earth, and the changes of time and space.
He felt the evening wind blowing across his face, hearing the continuous chirping of insects near his ears.
He immediately felt he had returned from the unreal to reality.
"Spending too much time in the Inner World is truly a bit terrifying!"
Recalling his recent state, he felt lingering fear in his heart.
In the Inner World, the scenery is always monotonous, and time seems to never exist.
Long-term stay in such an environment gradually placed him in an ethereal state.
This state is more terrifying than closing off the five senses in a pitch-black room.
Just a moment ago, he could sense that if he continued in that state, his heart and spirit might gradually disintegrate, falling into illusion.
"I need a good rest! I can’t continue anymore!" The thought flashed through his mind.
Raising his hand, he placed the long sword into his sheath.
...
Next day.
Jiang Ning opened the door, and the dazzling golden sunlight fell into his pupils, making him squint slightly.
"What a nice day!"
Facing the sunrise in the east, he stretched lazily.
In an instant, his muscles and bones rang in unison, as if thunder had exploded inside his body.
"Comfortable!" He smiled contentedly, feeling a sense of ease.
Because he saw the change on his panel.
[Source Energy]: 191377
After one night, the Source Energy Points skyrocketed by fifty thousand.
"The Imperial Family is truly wealthy!" He closed the panel, filled with emotion.
One Linyuan Small Gathering had allowed him to gather over fifty thousand Source Energy Points.
In the past, he wouldn’t have dared to dream of such a thing.
This alone was enough to see the wealth of the Imperial Family.
Even just a leak from between their fingers had brought him immense accumulation.
The Source Energy Points previously used on the two sword techniques cost forty thousand, but now they had increased by a full fifty thousand.
The next moment.
With a move, he disappeared from where he was and appeared in the center of the courtyard.
Buzz——
With a sword hum, sword light surged like a tide in his hand.
The void began to twist, with ripples spreading out.
Sword shadows began to spread as well.
[Taixu Yin Yang Sword Experience Value +188]
[Taixu Yin Yang Sword Experience Value +188]
[...]
The long sword in his hand rolled, dividing yin and yang, twisting the void.
His mind was exceptionally clear, countless inspirations burst forth, insights surged like a tide.
At this moment, he felt in excellent condition, reaching a peak state he hadn’t achieved in a long time.
The more he practiced, the more he became immersed, the more he became focused.
Gradually, he was selfless and devoid of others in his heart...
Entering into a mystical state.
Not knowing how long had passed.
A gentle breeze blew through, and an unremarkable young girl appeared in his courtyard.
Seeing the swordsmanship that Jiang Ning was practicing at this moment, Su Qingying’s pupils contracted.
