Standing in the courtyard, Chu Ming quickly dismissed his distractions and refocused his attention on the fifth technique of the "Extre Point Swordsmanship"!
Swoosh!
Following the trajectory from before, Chu Ming instinctively swung the Blue Red Sword in his hand lightly. In an instant, inspiration filled his mind, as if all paths of the Sword Dao suddenly opened up to him!
A faint line of light erupted from Chu Ming’s sword, traveling at an astonishing speed, almost like an illusion. In the blink of an eye, it appeared ten ters away and pierced through the ground!
"The power is still lacking?"
Chu Ming frowned slightly. Having so insights on the fifth technique of Extre Point Swordsmanship, he now needed to refine it based on the inspiration he received. However, this could be a long process!
For ten consecutive days, Chu Ming stayed in the small courtyard, and insights regarding the Sword Dao frequently appeared in his mind from the white light plate, deepening his understanding of the Sword Dao rapidly!
Master one technique, master all techniques!
The fifth technique of Extre Point Swordsmanship naturally did not transcend the realms of Sword Dao. A deeper understanding of Sword Dao made Chu Ming’s refinent of the fifth technique even smoother!
Swoosh!
A gentle breeze swayed the trees in the courtyard. As it swept through, Chu Ming moved!
Swoosh!
A tiny light point burst from Chu Ming’s sword. Instantly, countless light points appeared in the air, seemingly a world ford from refracting beams of light.
Thud, thud, thud...
Crisp sounds echoed as everything within five ters of Chu Ming disintegrated. Although there seed to be many light points, they were all ford from a single sword light, hidden among the points, making them unpredictable!
"The fifth technique of ’Extre Point Swordsmanship’ is finally perfected!"
Chu Ming exhaled with relief. Perfecting this Sword Technique had taken ten days, which was normal. The further a Martial Artist progressed in their cultivation, the longer it took to improve!
For soone at the Life and Death Realm to grasp a Sword Technique in ten years would be considered normal. Ten years was rely a fleeting mont for them!
"Given its mysterious and unpredictable nature, I’ll call it the Deceitful Sword!"
Chu Ming murmured, naming the fifth technique of Extre Point Swordsmanship as the Deceitful Sword. He estimated its lethality to be three to four tis that of the teor Sword. If he were to challenge the Trial Tower again, while he might not pass the sixth level directly, he certainly wouldn’t be as humiliated as before!
"I should test the efficacy of using the Cultivation Room!"
The Cultivation Room was an essential strategic resource of the Celestial Travel Sect. By using the Cultivation Room, Martial Artists could simulate various natural phenona to deepen their understanding of different intents.
However, using the Cultivation Room for one day required an astronomical amount of Contribution Points—one thousand!
Indeed, cultivating in the room for a day required one thousand Contribution Points!
One thousand Contribution Points was a significant expense even for older disciples, let alone Chu Ming, who was a new disciple. Currently, he only had a little over five thousand Contribution Points!
Leaving the courtyard, Chu Ming walked towards the depths of Celestial Valley. The Cultivation Room was crucial to the Celestial Travel Sect, so it was heavily guarded!
After the ti it takes for an incense stick to burn, Chu Ming arrived before a gray stone palace. Unlike other palace buildings, which had a faint green glow flowing outside hinting at operating Arrays, this palace looked plain and unadorned.
But for so reason, the sight of this palace sent a chill down his spine, as if an invisible pair of eyes were watching everything that happened here.
"Elder, I wish to enter the Cultivation Room!"
Chu Ming greeted an Elder in white robes respectfully and handed over his naplate.
"How many days will you use it for?"
The white-robed Elder, with a gaunt face and cracked lips, yet eagle-like sharp eyes, looked at Chu Ming and asked calmly.
"Three days!"
Chu Ming replied respectfully.
"Cultivation Room 13!"
The white-robed Elder lightly brushed his hand across Chu Ming’s naplate, deducting three thousand Contribution Points, then handed the naplate back to Chu Ming, speaking slowly.
Taking the naplate, Chu Ming walked into the palace. The palace was vast, spanning over a thousand ters in length and width, with nurous stone doors standing within. Several disciples moved in and out of the stone doors silently.
"Room 13."
Chu Ming murmured, scanning the stone doors until he found the scarlet number 13.
Rumble!
Pushing open the heavy stone door, Chu Ming stepped inside.
Swoosh!
Chu Ming’s vision changed instantly, appearing on a grey surface, surrounded by silence and darkness, with no sky, no sun or moon!
Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!
Countless sword lights flew from the vast Void, trailing tails like cots. Upon appearing, these sword lights aid directly at Chu Ming with astonishing speed. As Chu Ming tried to evade, he realized he couldn’t move an inch!
"This is an Illusion Realm!"
The thought erged in Chu Ming’s mind!
Buzzing!
The sword lights passed through Chu Ming’s body, turning him ethereal. Chu Ming closed his eyes slightly, feeling the slight tremors of his Slaughter Sword Intent and Immortal Sword Intent within his mind.
No pain, no distress; Chu Ming’s mind was clear and tranquil!
Rumble!
The gray surface shattered, and a phantom blood-colored Iron Sword rose from the ground, covered in blood streaks that intertwined like veins.
Chu Ming sat lightly beneath the phantom blood-colored Iron Sword, as insights of the Slaughter Sword Intent flashed through his mind like countless auras.
Sword lights spun around; Chu Ming seed to be in a world of swords, with countless sword lights flying by like teors or flowing through the space, emitting dazzling brilliance!
Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!
The sword light around Chu Ming grew sharper and stronger, hidden but brimming with killing intent!
...
"Big brother, you must help this ti. Chu Ming has humiliated greatly. Now the Inner Sect is abuzz with news of my defeat by his hands. How can I establish myself in the Inner Sect after this?"
A gray-robed youth stood, face full of resentnt, pleading before a mature-looking young man.
"Wang Hui, you failed due to lack of skill, and now you bla others. Is this what you’ve learned in the Celestial Travel Sect?"
A crisp voice suddenly erged from behind the two, the tone biting, showing no regard for Wang Hui’s pride.
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