188: Chapter 188 Reading ten thousand scrolls in the Sutra Repository, comprehending the sword intent before the Sword Listening Cliff.

In the first few days after becoming a Core Disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect, Ye Qing did not rush to visit any Elder or Senior Brother, nor did he immediately go to seek out the legendary Heavenly Sword True Interpretation. Instead, like a dry sponge, he dove headfirst into the Scripture Pavilion of the Heavenly Sword Sect.

The Scripture Pavilion of the Heavenly Sword Sect was a simple, ancient nine-story tower standing on the southeast side of Wenjian Peak, exuding a magnificent Aura. The tower was built from a special grey-green stone, its surface covered in the mottled traces left by time, yet it still radiated an air of stability and weight. It was said that the Scripture Pavilion housed countless Cultivation Techniques, classics, and secret records collected since the founding of the Heavenly Sword Sect, covering many fields such as Sword Dao, Formation, Alchemy, and Artifact Refining. It was one of the largest treasure troves of knowledge in the entire Canglan Domain.

Relying on his Core Disciple identification jade token, Ye Qing was able to freely enter and leave the first six floors of the Scripture Pavilion. With a posture bordering on greed, he began to frantically read through the vast sea of classics.

He did not limit himself to Sword Dao Cultivation Techniques but instead dabbled widely. From basic Spiritual Qi circulation methods to profound notes on Law comprehension; from records of various strange tales to the distribution and history of the major powers in the Spirit Realm; from the identification of herbs and ores to the basic principles of Formation runes... Like a Taotie that had been hungry for countless years, he tirelessly absorbed this knowledge, constantly enriching his own foundation.

He discovered that the Cultivation system of the Spirit Realm, while inheriting the same lineage as the Mortal Realm, was more perfect and exquisite in its details. Many methods or techniques that were regarded as secret inheritances in the Mortal Realm were merely basic reading material in the Scripture Pavilion. This explosive growth of knowledge made his understanding of Cultivation and his cognition of the Laws of Heaven and Earth become deeper and more comprehensive, all through subtle influence.

He paid particular attention to the study of Sword Dao Cultivation Techniques. The Heavenly Sword Sect was truly worthy of being a Holy Land for Sword Cultivators; the Sword Dao Cultivation Techniques recorded in the Scripture Pavilion were vast and numerous. From the fierce and domineering Heavy Sword methods to the agile and unpredictable Fast Sword techniques; from the magnificent Sword Intent that suppressed others with momentum to the exquisite sword moves that broke strength with skill... there were all kinds of schools and styles of sword techniques.

He did not bite off more than he could chew; instead, he read, analyzed, and understood these sword techniques with a critical eye. He took the essence and discarded the dross, verifying his own understanding of the Chaos Dao against these sword techniques, constantly perfecting his own Sword Dao system.

In addition to Cultivation-related classics, he also paid special attention to records regarding the major powers of the Spirit Realm, as well as various Secret Realms and dangerous lands. He knew that although he had settled down in the Heavenly Sword Sect for the time being, he could not stay here forever. He needed to prepare for the future and find more ways to improve his strength and obtain resources.

After immersing himself in the Scripture Pavilion for about half a month, he left, albeit still wanting more, and returned to his Immortal Cave at Tingjian Cliff.

He did not immediately begin practicing new sword techniques but sat cross-legged on the edge of the cliff beside the waterfall, letting the splashing mist dampen his robes as he closed his eyes and began to quietly comprehend.

He verified the Sword Dao theories and Law comprehensions he had read in the Scripture Pavilion over the past half month against his own combat experience, deducing and simulating them over and over in his mind.

He seemed to see invisible swords shuttling, colliding, and fusing in the Void Realm.

He seemed to hear countless predecessors of the Sword Dao whispering in his ears, recounting their understanding of the sword.

He sat like this for three days and three nights.

When the morning sun of the fourth day pierced through the clouds and shone upon Tingjian Cliff, Ye Qing slowly opened his eyes.

Deep within his eyes, two invisible, Chaos-colored sword shadows seemed to flash and vanish.

He stood up, extended his finger, and lightly slashed toward the deep pool beneath the waterfall.

Chi!

A Sword Qi, condensed to the extreme and almost invisible, burst forth from his fingertip and instantly plunged into the deep pool.

There was no earth-shattering explosion, no deafening roar.

There was only the bottomless pool water, which seemed to be smoothly divided by an invisible force, revealing a bottomless passage leading straight to the bottom of the pool!

After a few breaths, the divided pool water crashed back together, stirring up monstrous waves!

"Sword Intent initially formed... At last, these half a month of hard study were not in vain."

Ye Qing looked at the lingering resonance of Sword Intent that had not yet completely dissipated from his fingertip, a satisfied smile appearing on his face.

His accumulation from the past half month had finally been verified in that single finger strike just now.

He believed that as long as he was given enough time to completely fuse those exquisite Sword Dao theories from the Scripture Pavilion with his own Chaos Dao, his Sword Dao cultivation would inevitably rise to the next level.

Just as he was preparing to return to his Immortal Cave to continue his secluded cultivation, a sound transmission talisman flew over from a distance like a stream of light, hovering in front of him before automatically burning and transforming into the familiar voice of Elder Jian Wuxin:

"Ye Qing, come to my Immortal Cave tomorrow morning."