Chapter 296 [Demonic Qi]
Liang said Chen Yan was a rough man, and from a cultivation standpoint, he wasn’t wrong.
Chen Yan ultimately suffered from having too little ti in cultivation.
In less than a year, he grew from a mortal to a Third Realm Cultivator—even within the Domain Realm, not to ntion the countless mortals among the masses, most cultivators there, whether in the First, Second, or Third Realm, would often spend a lifeti only to reach such levels.
Chen Yan, within just a year’s ti, traversed the path that others would take a lifeti or even most of it to travel.
Cultivation can be attained, Cultivation Techniques can be had, Tao Practice can be achieved.
But... there are still irreparable shortcomings!
Techniques!
When it cos to techniques, talent only plays a small part.
More importantly, it’s all about four words: Practice makes perfect.
A set of Spells that you practice for one year and others practice for fifty, the difference often lies in the techniques.
When inputting Primordial Qi, can you slightly control the tempo at so points?
When using Primordial Qi, should you take a slight turn at certain places?
Where should you hold back a little, and where should you let go a little?
Which areas can actually save a bit of Primordial Qi...
And so on, and so forth...
These are the details that can only be understood through "practice makes perfect".
These require ti to exchange for.
In terms of quantity, with the sa level of Primordial Qi Cultivation, among cultivators of the sa Realm.
If one has practiced for three years, and the other for thirty years, there will certainly be differences in their use of Primordial Qi in terms of many small techniques.
Liang said Chen Yan is a simpleton, and from the perspective of Primordial Qi usage, he wasn’t wrong at all.
"The way you use Primordial Qi now..." Liang said, shaking his head with a bit of disdain: "It’s like you’re smashing people with Primordial Qi. You’re just relying purely on cultivation to bully others.
If you encounter an experienced cultivator with cultivation comparable to yours, they could beat you like a dog."
Chen Yan could not refute this.
He actually agreed with Liang’s assessnt of him.
Since his debut, through various battles, whenever facing strong opponents one-on-one, it was indeed... sowhat opportunistic.
When he was still in the Guiyuan Realm, in the great battle in Port City against that old Evil Cultivator, the guy claid to be in the Third Realm but was actually a severely injured and weakened version—and was a cultivator of the real world, a so-called weak cultivator with incomplete Cultivation Technique.
Later on, each ti he fought against soone, he actually never encountered a genuinely authentic Domain Realm cultivator, nor one with cultivation comparable to his.
"Your cultivation is decent, but your use of Primordial Qi is as crude as that of a novice just entering the doorway."
Liang shook his head as he spoke, "It makes one wonder how your Joyful Sect trains its disciples. Maybe you were just hurriedly pushed to advance your cultivation while neglecting to temper your ability to control Primordial Qi."
Chen Yan found it difficult to answer this question from Liang—since starting his cultivation journey, he had relied entirely on self-study and exploration, with no one teaching him these things.
Though Liang’s words were harsh, they were indeed wise advice, and Chen Yan, being soone who knows the good from the bad, earnestly cupped his hands toward Liang: "Thank you, senior, for the guidance!"
Liang snorted after giving him a Jade Scroll, then turned over against the trunk, no longer looking at Chen Yan, folding his arms as he continued to sleep.
Chen Yan, however, held the Jade Scroll and walked away lightly, deliberately going a distance away, into the woods, and casually took out a kerosene lamp to light, sitting on the ground to look over this set of Sword Control Skill in the Jade Scroll.
Liang’s Sword Control Skill was nad "Eight Sea Abyss Blades," consisting of only eight moves. It appeared simple and fierce but was actually refined through countless trials, taking the path of returning to the essence.
Using Primordial Qi to wield the sword, with the cultivator’s Divine Sense as auxiliary guidance, the first five moves were techniques for holding the sword and engaging in close combat with opponents.
The last three moves allowed the sword to leave one’s hand, using Divine Sense to target the opponent, driven and controlled by Primordial Qi—this tactic was sowhat akin to the technique of controlling a Flying Sword.
This set of Sword Skill clearly followed the path of Combat Technique, which is the approach of a Body Cultivator, confronting enemies directly without using Spells, but with raw decisiveness.
Chen Yan found it fascinating. At first glance, he was inevitably captivated. He watched for a while, morized a few actions, then sprang up from the ground. Lacking a sword-like weapon, he simply took out the Flying Sword from his Storage Jade Pendant, using the sword as a blade, he practiced in the forest.
Practicing for over an hour, initially his movents were quite unfamiliar, especially the final three moves, requiring the sword to leave the hand and relying entirely on Primordial Qi and Divine Sense to remotely control the blade’s edge against the enemy.
As a beginner, naturally, he was not proficient, struggling to control them at first, often losing control as the sword fell far away or flew off.
Chen Yan didn’t get annoyed, carefree with repeated attempts, picking it up to practice again.
The practice unexpectedly continued until dawn.
His body was exceptionally robust, yet exercising with Primordial Qi and Divine Sense all night left him drenched in sweat.
When he finally saw the sky faintly brightening, Chen Yan put away his sword, exhaled a few breaths in place, calming his mind while recalling his insights from a night of practice.
Behind him, sounds were coming from the edge of the forest, indicating that Liang had jumped down from the trunk and got up.
Liang lit a fire, boiled so water, and prepared so hot food.
Seeing Chen Yan returning from the woods, clutching the sword, Liang rely gave him a silent glance without saying much. Only after the pot of hot soup was ready did he nonchalantly serve him a bowl.
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