31: Chapter 31 The Ceremony of Accepting Disciples

After entering the library and finding what he needed.

Hun Tiandi entered the mountains behind the pavilion, chose a secluded peak as his training ground, and began to study the Dou Technique he had obtained.

He knew in his heart that those who could be selected for the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion were all gathered from all over the continent.

They were all geniuses, and without some trump cards, even he would not dare to say he could get by well.

Because of Senior Sister Liu Hanbing, some inner sect disciples were eyeing him covetously.

What Hun Tiandi had to do now was to improve his strength as quickly as possible; within a short period, he would not make significant progress in his Dou Qi.

Therefore, he could only place his hopes on the Dou Technique in his hands.

"Basic Sword Art!"

It was a low-tier Yellow-rank Dou Technique, but if he could cultivate it to perfection, his strength would undoubtedly skyrocket in a short time.

On the peak, lush trees towered, bright red flowers bloomed, and a clear breeze blew.

With a flip of his hand, Hun Tiandi took out the qingfeng sword from his storage ring. With eyes slightly closed, clad in green robes that moved with the wind, his aura was cold and sharp, bearing a hint of a sword immortal.

He opened his eyes abruptly, flicked his wrist, shook his arm, and suddenly, the qingfeng sword in his hand thrust out like lightning.

It was impossible to react to; the air was torn apart, whistling and buzzing.

The next moment, his wrist moved again, and the long, bright blade immediately retracted, thrusting out again at a strange angle.

"That's not right, this strike should use thirty percent of my strength."

"This strike should be an upward slash..."

Hun Tiandi constantly corrected the angle and speed of his sword strikes, even the force; he used strength when necessary and withdrew it when required.

With a thought, the soul power in his sea of consciousness surged out to assist Hun Tiandi in cultivating the sword art.

Upward thrust, downward thrust...

The Basic Sword Art contained nine basic movements: thrust, slash, point, collapse, twist, lift, chop, shave, and intercept!

Even a single thrust changed in an instant; it was not just a simple stab. A true expert of the sword path could strike from various strange angles the moment they attacked.

It was impossible to defend against and extremely terrifying.

The Basic Sword Art was ever-changing.

Thrust the sword, retract the sword!

Thrust again, retract again!

Strike after strike, thrusting the sword continuously; although repeating the same movements constantly would produce a sense of boredom and frustration.

Yet Hun Tiandi enjoyed it immensely; the feeling of constant progress made him feel delighted.

Practicing the sword required a strong and resilient will; only by paying an unimaginable price could one exchange it for peak power.

At the beginning, he kept waving the qingfeng sword, becoming skilled with each strike, yet it lacked any spirituality.

It was very rigid, however, after swinging the sword thousands, tens of thousands, or even a hundred thousand times.

Hun Tiandi had a new understanding of the long sword in his hand. The perception of his soul power infused the rigid Basic Sword Art with a trace of spirituality.

Practicing the sword was a tempering of the will.

Constantly repeating the movements turned them into an instinct for using the sword, a process of recognizing the sword, understanding the sword, and controlling the sword.

The power that a strong person cultivates must be absolutely controlled, without wasting a single bit.

Attacking to kill, simple and direct, was also the most effective move.

Half a day passed, and Hun Tiandi had never stopped practicing. In the continuous sword strikes, the originally simple sword moves now had extremely strange angles.

The power was also extremely terrifying.

"The sword!"

"What is a sword?"

"A sword is a weapon, a blade of slaughter. The existence of the sword is accompanied by slaughter, blood, death, and trouble."

"A sword is a gentleman, it should be refined and polite, yet flashy and impractical, with cold light like snow and a sharp edge exposed."

"No, a sword is just a sword. In my hands, it slaughters all living things; those who block my path shall be killed without mercy!"

Hun Tiandi repeatedly practiced the sword, comprehending the simple moves of the sword to erupt with terrifying power; a casual thrust could transform into a slash mid-way.

It was impossible to defend against; every strike was not only fast but also fierce and ruthless.

Rumble!

Unknowingly, three days passed. With one slash, he cut through the bluestone in front of him; crushed stones flew everywhere, kicking up a cloud of dust.

In a short time, he had cultivated the Basic Sword Art to the initial success stage.

Hmm?

Suddenly, Hun Tiandi's thin body shook violently, and the Dou Qi within his body began to surge like boiling water.

Streams of Dou Qi flowed automatically and wildly through his meridians, and the space around Hun Tiandi rippled.

Wisps of pure energy in the air almost poured into him in a backflow state.

Heading towards Hun Tiandi's body, it was actually the commotion of an advancement.

He was extremely calm in his heart. Previously, cultivating the Basic Sword Art had reached the opportunity for a breakthrough, and now the Dou Qi gathered at its peak within his body was operating on its own.

Naturally, it was a matter of course, and he began to break through.

Hun Tiandi's heart was as still as water, letting the Dou Qi in his body operate on its own, while holding the qingfeng sword, he began to practice, thrusting the sword continuously.

If others knew that he was breaking through his cultivation level while practicing the sword, they would definitely think he was a madman.

An advancement could not be subjected to too much interference.

Otherwise, at best, he would be seriously injured, and at worst, his life would be in danger.

The vigorous soul power in his sea of consciousness surged out like a tide. Introspecting the operation of Dou Qi within his body, he actually realized that practicing the sword made the absorption of Dou Qi faster.

If it were normal times, if Hun Tiandi encountered such a thing, he would certainly be very envious.

The sword moves were continuous, drawing in the surging energy around him. As the qingfeng sword danced, streaks of illusory sword energy condensed, dense and impenetrable, like a giant wave.

Sword energy?

Hun Tiandi was shocked in his heart; he had actually managed to cultivate sword energy by relying on the Basic Sword Art. Sword energy was the Dou Qi within the body gathered on the blade of the sword.

It formed energy that could detach from the long sword, causing the sword's edge to emit terrifying fluctuations.

Using a sword to form it was sword energy; using a blade was blade energy.

The sharpness contained in sword energy was greater, and its killing power was also stronger.

Hum!

Hun Tiandi's body shook, and a fierce aura broke out from his body, whipping up a howling gale as all the pure energy around him was swallowed.

Successfully advanced, six-star Dou Practitioner!

He was pleasantly surprised. Suddenly, the Dou Qi in his body surged and poured into the qingfeng sword. A pale red sword energy burst forth, and the lush trees around him were all cut in half.

Broken wood flew everywhere, and branches and leaves scattered.

Phew!

Hun Tiandi gently exhaled a breath of turbid air. Such terrifying sword energy; having advanced to six-star cultivation, he could be considered a high-level Dou Practitioner.

He put away the qingfeng sword, clenched his hands, felt the Dou Qi in his body, and was happy in his heart.

He had originally thought that advancing to a six-star Dou Practitioner would take another month or two.

In the process of comprehending the sword, it was a matter of course, and he advanced naturally.

Therefore, Hun Tiandi's foundation was very solid, which was what he valued most.

It was time to leave.

Three days ago, Elder Nie Yun had instructed that the Disciple Acceptance Ceremony would be in three days. The time had come. Silver light flickered under his feet, and his figure disappeared from the spot.

"Where did this brat go? The Disciple Acceptance Ceremony is about to begin, yet he's playing hide-and-seek!"

In the small courtyard, Senior Sister Liu Hanbing muttered, her cold face filled with anxiety.

She paced back and forth incessantly.

"Senior Sister Liu, why are you so anxious?"

Suddenly, Hun Tiandi's familiar voice sounded from behind. Hearing this, Senior Sister Liu Hanbing turned her head, and a delicate, handsome face came into view.

"The Disciple Acceptance Ceremony is about to begin!"

Senior Sister Liu Hanbing said happily. If they missed the time, it would be disrespectful to the Pavilion Master.

"Let's go!"

Senior Sister Liu Hanbing grabbed Hun Tiandi's hand, quickly walked out of the small courtyard, and dashed towards the Sword Pavilion main hall.