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The moon hung high in the sky, with countless stars twinkling, and the surroundings were enveloped in silence; it was already deep into the night. In the distance, occasional roars of wild beasts echoed from the mountains, adding a touch of life to the night.
"Wow, it's already this late. I didn't realize I've been cultivating for three hours, but this is my limit," Ren Pingsheng opened his eyes and ended his meditation.
It wasn't that he didn't want to continue; he had truly reached his limit, his mental energy depleted. His head felt heavy, and continuing to cultivate would yield no results.
It seemed that cultivation was also related to the strength of one's soul. A strong soul meant a powerful mind, and a powerful mind could sense spiritual energy over a larger area. The more spiritual energy absorbed each time, the better the cultivation results.
"Is there a way to cultivate the soul? If the soul becomes stronger, wouldn't that improve my cultivation results even more!" Ren Pingsheng paced back and forth in the hall, surprised by this sudden thought, yet he felt it was entirely feasible.
Just like how body refining techniques could be practiced alongside Qi training methods—one internal and one external for better results—Qi training methods could naturally be practiced together with soul techniques, complementing each other wonderfully!
Unfortunately, he currently had no such techniques at hand. The library was inaccessible to him, leaving Ren Pingsheng feeling helpless! He could only wait until the next class to inquire if there were any methods to obtain a soul technique.
As a novice who had just stepped into the realm of cultivation, Ren Pingsheng naturally did not know how rare and precious soul cultivation techniques were. If he could think of these things, how could countless talented monsters throughout history not have thought of them? Everyone understood the benefits of a strong soul.
Regrettably, there were simply too few cultivation techniques available. Only some ancient ruins or forbidden areas occasionally surfaced in the present world; however, they were either claimed by top-tier forces or lost without a trace.
For a sixth-tier force like the Canglan Sword Sect, it was simply out of the question. Even the most inferior soul technique would be enough to incite bloodshed and lead to many sects being wiped out.
"Forget it; I'll rest well today and recover my spirit before continuing my cultivation tomorrow. After absorbing a hundred strands of spiritual energy over four hours, after accounting for what my body absorbed, there are still over thirty strands left in my Dantian. I'll wait another two days for more spiritual energy; ideally, I can push through and open my first meridian in one go," Ren Pingsheng thought drowsily in his mind before unknowingly falling asleep.
As dawn broke, Ren Pingsheng woke up. This was a habit he had developed while at home. He started with a series of punches, loosening up his entire body as heat began to rise from within.
"Feels great!" After finishing his punches, he immediately felt refreshed and invigorated; even the last remnants of sleepiness vanished without a trace.
"By the way, I forgot to check the Flying Spirit Sword Technique I received yesterday. I wonder if it has everything." Ren Pingsheng took out the sword technique manual and opened it to take a closer look. Indeed, it contained all nine sword techniques, including the six he already knew.
"It seems to be the complete Flying Spirit Sword Technique. However, the last three techniques are killing moves that can only be executed after reaching the fourth stage of Qi Refinement, as one needs sufficient spiritual energy to perform them. At that stage, the speed and quantity of absorbed spiritual energy would be four to five times what it is now. Only then would there be enough spiritual energy to execute the killing moves."
"Although I can't use them right now, practicing wouldn't hurt. Getting familiar with them will allow me to grasp them more quickly when the time comes." With this thought, Ren Pingsheng picked up the fine iron sword hanging by his bedside.
He first practiced the basic sword techniques several times before starting to cultivate the Flying Spirit Sword Technique. He understood the importance of fundamentals; a tall building rises from the ground. Therefore, before each practice session, he would go through the basic sword techniques as a warm-up.
The Flying Spirit Sword Technique consists of nine moves in total; the first six are just ordinary sword strikes without any particularly powerful effects. The real power lies in the last three moves. However, mastering these last three requires perfecting the first six.
From the first move to the sixth move, Ren Pingsheng continuously executed them, with sword light flickering until it became difficult to distinguish between sword and person; all that could be seen was a flurry of sword light. Gradually, his movements slowed down, and each strike became frustratingly deliberate.
Then, like a novice scholar, his techniques became completely disordered—striking randomly with no sequence, making it hard for anyone watching to understand what he was doing.
"Ha, this time it feels completely fine," Ren Pingsheng sheathed his sword. He slowly adjusted his breathing while thinking about the last three moves of the Flying Spirit Sword Technique: Flying Spirit Illusion, Flying Spirit Flash, and Flying Spirit Slash.
Then, without warning, his sword was drawn again. The sword light spread like water but only manifested four beams of light before dissipating.
"Sigh, it's still not working. Without spiritual energy to support it, there's no use at all. Creating four beams of sword light is my limit." Ren Pingsheng frowned. Logically speaking, this seventh move emphasizes spreading sword light to confuse the enemy's vision.
"Bang... Bang..." Suddenly, a knock on the door interrupted Ren Pingsheng's thoughts.
"What is it? It's so early in the morning." He asked as he looked at Chu Xiao outside the door.
"Big news! Just now there was an announcement in the square. Starting today, we outer disciples have to go to Bai Shi Tang to pick up chores. The good days are over," Chu Xiao said with a gloomy expression.
According to sect regulations, registered disciples of Canglan Sword Sect must perform chores. They need to go to Bai Shi Tang to receive tasks that aren't heavy but must all be completed in order to temper their martial hearts.
"Oh, I see. Let's go eat first, then check out Bai Shi Tang to see what chores need to be done." Ren Pingsheng did not react much; when under a roof, one must follow the rules.
"Chopping wood, splitting logs, fetching water, lighting fires, cleaning rooms, sweeping mountain paths, feeding fierce beasts... Are we here to cultivate or to be laborers?" The more Chu Xiao looked at the list, the worse his expression became. In the outside world, these were tasks for small fry, so it was a bit hard for him to accept. He was not the only one thinking this; just looking at the expressions of those nearby made that clear.
"Ahem... Actually, it's not so bad; it won't take much time. These chores can be done in about an hour if you're quick," Ren Pingsheng calmly analyzed.
"Moreover, the senior brother just mentioned that doing chores earns contribution points. For example, cleaning the mountain path three times a day earns nine contribution points. Once we become outer disciples, we can use them to exchange for cultivation methods, martial skills, and even secret techniques and elixirs. What’s there to complain about?"
"Alright, then let's choose this one; others only give three or four contribution points." Upon hearing about contribution points, Chu Xiao was ready to go all out.
"I'm not interested in that; did you see that last chore?" Ren Pingsheng pointed to the final task.
"Cleaning and organizing the first floor of the library. Are you out of your mind? Don’t you know that the first floor is filled with useless books? Plus, it doesn’t even give contribution points," Chu Xiao looked at Ren Pingsheng with a strange expression.
"Hehe, as long as it's a book, it's useful; it just hasn't reached the time for it to be useful yet. Anyway, I'm choosing this one." Ren Pingsheng directly accepted this task, leaving many people speechless; they never expected someone would take on such a task with no contribution points.
After receiving the task token, Ren Pingsheng greeted Chu Xiao and arrived at the entrance of the library on Canglan Peak. Looking at the ancient and grand five-story sword building covering thousands of square meters before him, he thought that he could finally enter and take a look with justification.
"Elder, here is the task token." Ren Pingsheng handed over the wooden token to the elder responsible for registering and recording in the library.
"Alright, for this month, the first floor of the library is yours. You are responsible for cleaning and organizing every day. If you have any questions, feel free to ask me. I'm old now and don’t want to move around much." After saying this, he yawned and fell asleep on the table. Ren Pingsheng felt speechless; this was quite a laid-back manager...
The first floor was very spacious, with hundreds of bookshelves filled with all sorts of books. Ren Pingsheng's eyes lit up. This was also a flaw from his school days; he would get excited upon seeing books he had never encountered before. Not to mention seeing so many books at once.
He didn’t rush to flip through those books but spent two hours going through each bookshelf carefully and memorizing the titles and locations of each book. After all, he hadn’t forgotten his purpose for being here.
"Well, there are over six thousand books; I definitely can't read them all. I'll start with what I need first and see about the rest when I have time or opportunity." Having made his decision, Ren Pingsheng found some cultivation insights for Qi Refinement Stage practitioners to read. Such books were rare on the first floor and usually incomplete or lacking; otherwise, they wouldn't be placed here.
However, this was already enough for Ren Pingsheng. If he were given something too profound, he might not truly understand it!
As he read, he compared his current state of cultivation with his previous one and found no significant differences. The only distinction was that it seemed he was absorbing more spiritual energy.
Typically, when a person's first meridian is not opened, they can only absorb about fifty to eighty strands of spiritual energy each day. He could absorb over a hundred strands in a day, which should be a good sign; it seemed there were no issues.
As for why he could sense spiritual energy so quickly and draw it into his body, the book only provided one explanation: it was not surprising for a genius from the Monsters to achieve this. Such individuals were not uncommon in other major sects.
"So I am a genius. It seems there are no problems with my cultivation; I was just overly concerned before," Ren Pingsheng said, stroking his chin and smiling with satisfaction. Being called an unparalleled genius was something to be happy about for anyone.
In the following three months, aside from fulfilling his physiological needs during the day, Ren Pingsheng spent all his time on the first floor of the library, surrounded by over six thousand books. His work was very relaxed; on the first floor of the library, it would be ten days to half a month without anyone coming to borrow books, which made things convenient for him. As for the elder guarding the library, he was quite pleased with the peace and spent his days napping at his desk while dating the daughter of Duke Zhou.
At night, he practiced the Canglan Heart Method. During this time, through his continuous efforts, he had already opened two blocked meridians. The third meridian was halfway opened as well, increasing his strength by six hundred pounds. Once the third meridian was fully opened, he would have over a thousand pounds of strength. Moreover, the amount of spiritual energy he absorbed and transported during practice had reached one hundred sixty strands daily, which was fifty percent more than before.
In fact, if he hadn't spent every day in the library, he would have likely already opened the third meridian by now. Among this batch of registered disciples at Qingyun Peak, there were already over ten who had opened their third meridian and were working on opening their fourth to prepare for a breakthrough into outer sect disciples.
However, Ren Pingsheng felt no regret whatsoever; this slight gap didn't matter much. With his talent, he could catch up in ten days to half a month. But the knowledge contained in those thousand books could not be exchanged for anything else. Now, he understood this cultivation world better than when he first entered.
He recognized its allure and its cruelty; he learned that besides the dominant Xuanjian Sect in Snow State, there were also two major second-tier powers, five third-tier forces, and ten dynasties; he discovered more rare herbs and miraculous pills and realized that besides humans, there were other races living in this world.
In short, this was a marvelous world filled with unknowns.
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