Binding to Geniuses To Become Stronger Chapter 104 - A Youth Surrounded By Three Thousand Methods

Chapter 104: A Youth Surrounded By Three Thousand thods

A commotion began in the tranquil Sword Guild.

The day where newcors joined the sect was bound to have conflict.

The new grand champion, Fang Lang, challenged the Light Pavilion disciple, Zhao Yu, on the first day of joining the sect. He defeated Zhao Yu with a thunderous strike, breaking past records by entering the Light Pavilion as a fresh disciple.

The news spread throughout the entire Sword Guild like wildfire—it was an amazing record after all.

All the disciples from the inner sect and outer sect were astonished by this news. However, just shortly after, they heard that Zhao Yu was being challenged once more.

Everybody was stunned. What did Zhao Yu do to deserve this?

However, most of them were still excited to see what happened next.

Many inner sect disciples flocked to the Grooming Peak to observe the battle.

However, by the ti they arrived at the Grooming Peak, the battle on the floating island was over.

Zhao Yu was lying on the ground—his eyes filled with despair and seed a little lost.

It was as if all the worldly emotions had left him.

The look in his eyes was branded into the mory of thousands of Sword Guild disciples.

After that, they realized the young lady who defeated Zhao Yu was the runner-up of the Imperial Examination—she had the cultivation of a third-class sword wave realm.

She completely obliterated Zhao Yu.

None of them took pleasure in his defeat. Instead, their stress level heightened significantly. With the newcors’ level of mastery, they would be left behind very soon if they did not put more effort in cultivation.

No one wanted to be left out. Cultivation was a competitive journey and they all joined the Sword Guild with the dream of having a bright future ahead.

...

Jiang Linglong arrived at the 800th courtyard. There was nothing much inside.

However, the courtyard was not important, it was the status that mattered. Earning a spot in the pavilion allowed one to enter the demon portal tunnel and endure the pressure between the two worlds.

Therefore, most of the disciples in the pavilion would practice in the demon portal tunnel instead of staying in their courtyards.

It was rare to be challenged twice in a day like Zhao Yu. The fact that he lost both battles made others’ eyebrows raise.

When the previous 800th disciple returned, he was not too affected as he was not on the receiving end of the attacks.

There was nothing much to talk about.

If they won, they would retain their place. Otherwise, they would just continue to cultivate and take it back in the future. This was the common rule in the inner sect of the Sword Guild.

The door to Fang Lang’s courtyard was sealed shut. He was in the middle of cultivation. Jiang Linglong glanced at him from afar and went back to her own courtyard.

In the 799th courtyard of the Light Pavilion, Fang Lang had no idea that Old Jiang had chosen the Sword Guild and defeated Zhao Yu too.

He was totally imrsed in his cultivation. He was practicing the Ten Thousand Blade Scripture to transform the spiritual energy in his energy center into blade energy. The existing blade energy would also be channeled into the direction specified by the scripture and change its malleability.

The practice thod was crucial for a cultivator as it laid the foundation for their cultivation.

If the foundation was not strong enough, the building would not be able to go any higher from the base.

However, Fang Lang was still able to continue absorbing spiritual energy. As a ninth-grade sword master, his body should be transforming the spiritual energy into blade energy.

He was able to absorb and transform simultaneously because he was not solely a sword master, he was also a martial arts master, spell master and a casual practitioner of Ruism...

Martial arts mastery and spell mastery required the absorption of spiritual energy.

Not many attempted to cultivate all three disciplines because it demanded more effort and ti than a single-disciplined cultivation.

Four phantoms appeared around Fang Lang after he switched to binding partner mode.

With the assistance of all four phantoms of Jiang Linglong, Ni Wen, Liu Bubai and Wei Sheng, Fang Lang’s cultivation sped up imnsely.

Fang Lang opened his eyes—a gentle current circled him, making his sleeve float in the air.

He fell into deep thought as he stared at the four phantoms.

He was inspired by the Double Cultivation Card.

‘Sword master, spell master, martial arts master... Could I direct the phantoms individually to cultivate based on their discipline? Ni Wen’s a spell master, I should let her help with the absorption of spiritual energy for spell mastery. Wei Sheng’s a martial arts master, he’ll be assisting in the cultivation of martial arts,’ Fang Lang thought to himself.

He decided on it and cultivated all three disciplines at the sa ti!

This would definitely increase his rate of cultivation significantly!

After all, without a small leap of faith, Fang Lang would not be able to progress much in spell mastery and martial arts mastery.

As Fang Lang channeled his thoughts, the phantoms started moving.

Ni Wen and Wei Sheng’s phantoms started absorbing spiritual energy from the spirit crystals.

Jiang Linglong and Liu Bubai’s phantoms continued to practice the Ten Thousand Blade Scripture.

Fang Lang’s spiritual senses were operating at maximum capacity with all three cultivations going simultaneously. His burden increased greatly but it was extrely effective.

Fang Lang was thrilled and continued his cultivation in this manner!

The System’s experience points surged as the spirit crystals were gradually used up. Spiritual energy was transforming into blade energy and his cultivation speed accelerated slowly.

...

After 15 minutes, Fang Lang opened his eyes and breathed out. He exited the Quadruple Binding Mode and massaged his temples. Although he received help from all three disciplines, he was the main beneficiary. Hence, the training consud his own spiritual sense.

“If only I had more Double Cultivation Cards,” Fang Lang muttered.

The Double Cultivation Card would spare him from exhausting his spiritual sense.

This was the first ti he realized the benefits of the Double Cultivation Card.

He did not continue cultivating as Elder Ji had inford them to gather at the practice grounds before heading to the Hidden Sword Tower.

The newcors would be choosing a practice thod that suited them.

The practice thod was crucial in every sect—the fundantal core of a sect. All students from the academies worked so hard to enter a sect of their choice because of this reason. One’s cultivation speed could only improve by grasping the practice thods.

When he walked out of the courtyard, Fang Lang saw Jiang Linglong erging from the adjacent courtyard.

“Old Jiang?”

Fang Lang was surprised to see her. He was cut off from the surroundings when he activated the calming rune.

Jiang Linglong nodded her head in an aloof manner. Fang Lang instantly understood what happened and sympathized with Zhao Yu’s situation.

Fang Lang did not discuss with Old Jiang about cultivation. Both left the pavilion and headed to the practice grounds.

Liu Bubai and Ni Wen were already waiting at the practice grounds. They were not the only ones there. Fang Lang and Jiang Linglong saw several other figures, so were recruited by the Sword Guild. There were also outer sect disciples who passed the exam and entered the inner sect.

Fang Lang had t so of them once but the impression was rather faded.

Fang Lang started using the Stats Scanner excitedly but he was disappointed to find only ordinary cores in all of these newcors.

The highest quality was a yellow core, but a yellow core was not helpful in Fang Lang’s current phase.

Wen Ting was wearing a blue robe with a sword hanging around his waist. He stood at the practice ground as he sipped on the wolfberry tea in his gourd canteen.

The scarred Elder Ji walked over fiercely and scanned through the crowd. Then, he nodded in satisfaction, “Everyone’s here? We’ll head over to the Hidden Sword Tower now.

“So of you may have cultivated using other practice thods before this, but these thods may not necessarily be suitable for you. Once you enter the Hidden Sword Tower, the practice thod will choose you, not the other way round. If you are paired with a suitable practice thod, just go on with it,” Elder Ji said.

The next mont, Elder Ji raised his hand and pushed upwards gently.

Fang Lang felt a gush of blade energy appearing beneath his feet. The energy ford a moving cloud.

What an incredible skill.

They rode on the blade energy and flew over several mountaintops, finally landing on a building situated on one of the peaks.

It was an ancient building. There was an ancient bell on the roof. An old man was ditating beside the bell. His breath was undetectable.

Elder Ji brought the disciples to the tower and put his hands together to pay respects to the old man.

“Senior, these are this year’s new disciples. Ji Mo brought them here for the practice thod selection, please open the tower.”

On top of the tower, the old man opened his cloudy eyes. There seed to be energy crackling in his eyes.

He looked at Old Jiang, then Ni Wen. His eyes finally landed on Fang Lang.

A purple gleam flashed in his eyes.

‘Hmm? Mutated core!’ The old man was astonished.

“This cohort of newcors is quite impressive,” the old man stated.

Then, with a wave of his sleeve, countless blade energy erged from the ground and sky. The clouds were roaring above the tower, forming a mysterious rune between the thick layers of clouds.

Creak...

The wooden door of the tower creaked open.

“Rember, you don’t need to snatch or compete with each other for a practice thod. Let it co to you. If you weren’t selected by a practice thod, do not fret. You’ll receive a basic practice thod as compensation before you exit the tower.” The old man’s hoarse voice sounded from the roof of the tower.

Then, the old man raised his hand. He held the horizontal wooden pole and gently pushed it forward.

The wooden pole struck the ancient bell.

Dong!

The deep chi of the ancient bell resonated to a far distance.

“Enter the tower!” The old man’s voice traveled over the sea of clouds, accompanied by the echoes of the bell.

Elder Ji looked at each newcor standing in front of the ancient tower situated on the peak of the mountain with a serious expression.

“You may enter now. Rember, no violence is needed to pick a practice thod. Let it be,” Elder Ji said calmly.

Then, the disciples climbed the ancient stairs that led into the Hidden Sword Tower in an orderly manner.

Fang Lang followed the convoy and entered the tower. He was very calm the entire ti.

This was mainly because he already owned the Ten Thousand Blade Scripture. This practice thod was awarded to him as the champion’s reward. It was an earth-level high-grade practice thod, which was one of the higher level thods.

It was impossible for Fang Lang to change his practice thod. Therefore, he regarded this trip into the tower as a re formality.

...

The surroundings of the tower quieted down.

Elder Ji stood outside the tower and watched the group with brooding eyes. The last disciple disappeared into the building.

Wen Ting took a sip of the wolfberry tea and said with a chuckle, “The Hidden Sword Tower has been the foundation of the Sword Guild for thousands of years. The tower holds ten thousand practice thods, ten of them are earth-level, eight hundred dark-level practice thods... Elder Ji, do you think that anyone will get an earth-level practice thod?”

Elder Ji glanced at Wen Ting with a cold expression. “How many practice thods approached you when you first stepped into the Hidden Sword Tower?”

“Three hundred,” Wen Ting laughed and said.

“Of course, the amount of practice thods differs among individuals.”

Elder Ji scoffed, “You rembered so clearly huh. I’m not sure about the others, but I think that Fang Lang will definitely get an earth-level practice thod. I’m betting on him!”

Then, Elder Ji waved his hand and blade energy rose from the ground and ford a mirror that reflected the happenings inside the Hidden Sword Tower.

...

Fang Lang saw boundless darkness after he entered the Hidden Sword Tower. Beyond the dark abyss was a brilliant white light.

An endless wooden hallway appeared in front of him.

Both sides were covered with bookshelves that reached the ceiling. Fang Lang turned around and saw that the road behind him was blocked by more shelves.

The bookshelves held individual boxes. Each box had one volu of practice thod. A short blade was beside the book. The book was glowing slightly, illuminating the dark interior of the Hidden Sword Tower.

The view was spectacular. Fang Lang felt as if he had entered into a world of libraries. Other than the path forward, he was surrounded by bookshelves.

Fang Lang took a step and the short blades on the shelves trembled.

‘This is the Hidden Sword Tower? It holds the swords, practice thods and the inheritance of the sect!’

Fang Lang kept his composure. The flickering light lit up the entire tower.

The ancient staircase creaked as Fang Lang stepped on it. He moved forward without hurry, his green robe flowing gently in the air.

After switching to Quadruple Binding Mode, Fang Lang felt the Sword Intent Seed in his energy center shudder.

Buzz...

Suddenly, the short blades on the shelves started vibrating, giving out a crisp buzzing sound.

Then, the vibrations transford into thunderbolts and charged at Fang Lang!

Fang Lang was stunned but after the burst of speed, they suddenly stopped and hovered around him quietly as if they were waiting for his choice.

Fang Lang let out a breath. Then, multiple tiny explosions sounded around him.

The short blades flew out the bookshelves and flew towards him, stopping inches behind Fang Lang. They hovered silently.

They floated quietly in the air after the explosions.

Over ti, Fang Lang was surrounded by more and more floating practice thods.

The level of the practice thods could be determined by the emitted light. The brighter the practice thods glowed, the higher the level.

Fang Lang saw a few practice thods that shone like high beams squeezed their way to him.

Fang Lang was gaping at the sea of lights that surrounded him.

He was totally surrounded by practice thods!

What?

‘I don’t need any more practice thods but looking at the situation, can I walk out of the tower if I don’t select one?’

...

Outside the Hidden Sword Tower, Elder Ji, Wen Ting and the old man on the roof were observing the blade mirror closely.

The mirror was showing what was happening to the disciples in the tower.

“He attracted forty-two practice thods. Not bad, next.”

Elder Ji glanced briefly and waved his hand to change to another disciple. The blade mirror dimd instantly.

“Eighteen practice thods. He’ll only get a light-level practice thod at most.”

Elder Ji continued to comnt.

Then, the screen changed to Liu Bubai—his surroundings were extrely bright.

“Hmm? A hundred and nine practice thods? This kid only has an ordinary core, but he has an affinity for practice thods. He might be able to receive a dark-level practice thod and probably reach to a third of Wen Ting’s level.”

Wen Ting was speechless. When did he beco a asuring unit?

Then Ni Wen appeared in the blade mirror and it shone brightly. She managed to attract three hundred practice thods, most of them for spell mastery. It was impressive since spell mastery practice thods were scarce in the Hidden Sword Tower.

Elder Ji nodded proudly. “Good, at least one Wen Ting.”

The blade mirror switched to another scene and this ti it was Jiang Linglong.

Dazzling light shone through the mirror, blinding their eyes with its brilliance.

Elder Ji and Wen Ting inhaled sharply.

“Six hundred practice thods!”

Elder Ji was genuinely impressed, “She’s definitely the daughter of Martial Arts King Jiang. She would get an earth-level practice thod and be equivalent to two Wen Tings.”

Wen Ting was speechless.

What about Fang Lang?

Wen Ting and Elder Ji were curious about the grand champion who kept making miracles. How many practice thods would he get?

When the blade mirror switched to him, it was just pure blinding white light.

The intense light shocked Elder Ji and Wen Ting.

The expression of the old gentleman on the roof of the tower also changed. “Impossible! Three thousand practice thods! There’s sothing fishy about him!”

The scar on Elder Ji’s face was dancing as he rejoiced. “No wonder he managed to draw Sect Leader Taihua’s sword! There’s nothing wrong with him! He was hand-picked by Sect Leader Taihua? This kid’s going to beat ten Wen Tings!”

Wen Ting was left speechless once more.

Wen Ting was no longer surprised. Instead, the amazing feat was expected.

He popped open the cork of the gourd canteen and gulped a mouthful of wolfberry tea.