Imperial Cultivation

Chapter 173: Mutation

The six sets of sword techniques kept flashing through Chu Zhiyuan's mind.

He suddenly paused, realizing that he was standing in front of a lush forest.

He immediately understood that he had entered the world within the mirror!

The air was fresh, like the freshest air that came in when opening a window in the morning, allowing his alveoli to expand. His spirit couldn't help but be invigorated.

But he discovered something ominous.

He had lost his extrasensory perception.

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This made him extremely uncomfortable.

The existence of extrasensory perception made him like a god, divine and enlightened, able to see everything in the world.

But depriving him of his god-like feeling made him fall instantly, from the clouds to the ground, from a god to a mortal.

He hadn't felt this way in a long time, as if it were a lifetime ago.

He looked around and found five people beside him, five of the six he had seen before, missing one, the young man who had first demonstrated the sword technique.

Chu Zhiyuan speculated that this person was himself.

The five people began to practice their sword techniques.

So he also began to practice, practicing the sword technique that the first man had used.

He remembered this set of sword techniques unconsciously, and he became more and more familiar with each move, as if practicing it once was equivalent to practicing it ten or even twenty times in normal times.

After practicing it ten times in one breath, he had already mastered it.

"Let's begin," a young girl said softly.

The crowd dispersed, and the first girl stood in front of Chu Zhiyuan.

The girl had a delicate appearance, a calm and gentle expression, and she raised her sword and said softly, "Senior Brother Lu, please enlighten me!"

"Please!" Chu Zhiyuan raised his sword and made a starting gesture.

Chu Zhiyuan only felt a blur before his eyes, seeing only a patch of clear light, unable to see the sword clearly.

The sword light seemed like a waterfall hanging down.

If he had extrasensory perception, he wouldn't be like this.

He forcibly suppressed the disappointment in his heart and could only use his senses to strike with his sword, not knowing if the girl opposite him wanted to kill him.

"Ding ding ding ding..."

Amidst countless clear sounds, the light and shadow in front of him gradually became clear, and he gradually could see the girl's sword, seeing why her sword was like this. Her sword technique was extremely skillful, with three changes in one move, making him appear clumsy. By the time he wanted to defend against the first move, she had already changed to the third move. In this process, she had already completed three changes.

But clearly her sword momentum was not fast, and it seemed that her sword moves were ordinary, gentle, light, and graceful like a dance. Only as her opponent did one know how terrifying this sword technique was.

This kind of sword technique was truly unheard of, extremely exquisite. He felt that this was not in the sword technique, but in the concept.

Changing moves first, changing before the enemy changes, having already changed when the enemy wants to change, and having already made multiple changes when the enemy makes one change, always having one or two more changes, always being in the initiative. This was using slowness to defeat speed.

The moves looked slow, but the thoughts were fast, containing countless changes in the slow sword moves, constantly suppressing the opponent.

After he understood this, his moves suddenly changed, no longer simple and direct, but adding changes, adding ambiguity. When he thrust out a sword, he only exerted five parts of his strength, adding two parts halfway, and finally adding the last three parts when it reached the end.

This sword looked slow and飘飘忽忽, looking extremely uncomfortable. But the girl's sword technique suddenly became dim.

It was much more difficult for her to change before Chu Zhiyuan, and Chu Zhiyuan's sword moves were no longer solid, always in a state of constant change. As soon as she changed, Chu Zhiyuan immediately changed.

Although he couldn't keep up with her speed of change, always being restrained by her, he could always respond in time, not falling into defeat. So the two fought for more than a hundred moves.

"Enough," the girl suddenly retreated, returning her long sword to its scabbard, and smiling sweetly, "Senior Brother Lu, you have passed!" Chu Zhiyuan was stunned, then overjoyed, cupping his fist and saluting, "Thank you, Junior Sister!"

The girl smiled at him.

Chu Zhiyuan's eyes suddenly blurred.

In a trance, he found himself still sitting on the Arhat bed, sitting cross-legged, motionless, only the Gang Qi rolling in his body. The Ziyang True Scripture was operating inadvertently.

He carefully felt his body and felt that the previous path of the Gang Qi's operation was different, not any of the mental cultivation methods he had practiced. He couldn't help but think of that set of sword techniques.

He closed his eyes for a moment, and when he opened them again, he floated down from the Arhat bed and began to wave his sword, which was exactly that set of sword techniques.

This set of sword techniques was eerie and terrifying, but when he used it, he felt his blood boiling, as if he had drunk too much wine and appeared on the battlefield, about to charge into battle.

The blood in his chest surged, and an indomitable fighting spirit surged, wanting to break through the nine heavens with one sword, and freeze ten thousand mountains with one sword light. With extrasensory perception, his sword technique was exactly the same as that of the young man.

After he finished performing a set of sword techniques, he closed his eyes and stood in place, beginning to recall the second set of sword techniques, the sword techniques performed by the second man. Then it was the third set.

After he finished performing the third set of sword techniques, he was a little disappointed.

These three sets of sword techniques were indeed powerful, but they were only powerful, and if they were really used, they might not be stronger than the Great Snow Mountain Sword Secret, not as good as the Great Snow Avalanche Sword Secret. He had already learned the Great Snow Mountain Sword Secret and felt that it was exquisite, but its power was not stronger than the Great Snow Avalanche Sword Secret.

He sat back on the Arhat bed and closed his eyes.

During this process, the Sword Stele was slowly recovering its dimness, and eventually the light dissipated, and all the patterns disappeared into the sword.

What extrasensory perception saw was that the beam of light shrank back into the void, and the bright bronze mirror dimmed, returning to its gray state. After a quarter of an hour, he opened his eyes again.

His gaze returned to the Sword Stele.

As time slowly passed, the patterns on the Sword Stele emerged, lit up, and then became brighter and brighter, eventually turning into a mass of light covering the Sword Stele, turning into a snow-bright mirror. The figure appeared again in the mirror.

It was a valley between mountain ridges, next to a forest, where thirty-odd men and women were fighting, all young men and women, and the scene was tragic and bloody. Among the thirty-six men and women, there were a total of six women, and the rest were men.

The six women stood back to back, using the same sword technique, facing the siege of thirty men without falling behind. They were using a simple sword technique, but when combined, it exerted amazing power.

Each of the thirty men's sword techniques was exquisite, but under the six women's simple sword techniques, they were useless, unable to break through their defenses, and futile. Chu Zhiyuan stared at their sword techniques, not only the six women's sword techniques, but also the thirty men's sword techniques.

At this time, the effect of the Myriad Spirit Pearl appeared.

He instantly split into thirty-six thoughts, each staring at a sword technique to observe, and finally saw it completely and clearly. After completely memorizing it, he closed his eyes.

In his mind, he recalled the sword techniques of these thirty-six people, a total of nine sword techniques, of which the sword techniques of more than a dozen men were the same.

After closing his eyes for a quarter of an hour, he opened his eyes again.

So the dim White Jade Sword Stele lit up again.

The old man sitting in the White Jade Palace slowly opened his eyes, revealing a puzzled expression, got up and floated out of the palace, looking at Chu Zhiyuan sitting on the Arhat bed. He stood at the entrance of the palace, watching Chu Zhiyuan close his eyes for a while and open his eyes for a while, and the light of the White Jade Sword Stele became more and more prosperous.

Originally, it was just a hazy light, like a light curtain hanging down on the Sword Stele.

Later, several times, it was no longer a light curtain hanging down, but the white light became more and more prosperous, completely covering the Sword Stele.

Finally, the White Jade Sword Stele was shrouded in a bright white light, and the white light became brighter and brighter, like a small sun. This was an unusual sight that he had never seen in hundreds of years.

Just as he was about to say something, there was a sudden muffled sound of "轰隆". A beam of white light shot out from the Sword Stele and landed on Chu Zhiyuan's brow.