10: Section 10

Chu Mo quickly returned to his residence, and immediately began to comprehend the Pure Yang Swordplay.

As a High Grade Yellow-rank martial art, the Pure Yang Swordplay has three levels.

If one Cultivates the first level to Perfection, one will be incomparably sharp, able to cut through stone and jade with ease.

Cultivating to the second level of Perfection, the sword light will be awe-inspiring and vast!

As for the final third level of Perfection, one can comprehend Sword Force, and within ten steps, a mighty force will crush opponents. Martial Artists of the same Realm will have almost no power to resist, and can be cut down with a single draw of the sword, like cutting grass!

However.

It is quite difficult to comprehend the third level to Perfection, requiring extraordinary Comprehension Ability to have a chance of achieving it.

He recalled the essence of the swordplay in his mind, and then Chu Mo began to earnestly comprehend it.

At the same time.

In a courtyard on Outer Sect Peak.

Zhao Hu lay on the bed, groaning in pain.

Standing before him was a young Martial Artist dressed in brocade clothes, who spoke with a stern expression, “Zhao Hu, what exactly happened? Who beat you like this?”

His name is Zhao Feng, the Young Lord of a small Family. When he first entered the Holy Land, he brought his attendant, Zhao Hu, with him, originally intending for him to handle some miscellaneous tasks, but who knew that both of them would actually be accepted.

His Aptitude was better, so he quickly entered the Inner Sect, while Zhao Hu remained in the Outer Sect.

This time, he was cultivating in his Immortal Cave when he suddenly received news that Zhao Hu was severely injured, so he immediately rushed to Outer Sect Peak.

“It was Chu Mo, he was the one who beat me like this!”

Zhao Hu said.

“Chu Mo? Isn't he only at Body Forging Realm Eighth Level? How could he possibly defeat you!”

The young Martial Artist also knew Chu Mo, so he was instinctively somewhat disbelieving.

“Young Lord, you don't know, that Chu Mo is not at Body Forging Realm Eighth Level at all, but has already stepped into the True Spirit Realm. Otherwise, how could I have been defeated in one Move?!”

Zhao Hu recounted the entire story.

Finally, he wailed, “Young Lord, you must avenge me! That Chu Mo was so vicious with his attack, if this grudge is not avenged, I will truly be unwilling!”

“Don't worry!”

“You are my person. Chu Mo severely injured you, this matter certainly cannot be left at that. This Young Lord will naturally avenge you!”

The young Martial Artist said.

Hearing this, Zhao Hu's face immediately lit up with joy: “Then, Young Lord, when do you plan to make your Move?”

“Three days from now!”

The young Martial Artist in brocade clothes said: “I've recently touched upon a Realm bottleneck and am preparing to Breakthrough to True Spirit Realm Seventh Level, so it's not suitable to act. However, I can complete the promotion within three days at the latest. At that time, I will come out of seclusion and challenge this person, and I will definitely avenge you!”

“Congratulations, Young Lord, on your great increase in strength!”

Zhao Hu first showed a joyful expression, then said: “Since that's the case, then let Chu Mo be safe for three more days. Three days later, I want to go with you, Young Lord, and personally witness Chu Mo being beaten to his knees, begging for mercy!”

Chapter 9: Cultivating Sword Arts, Zhao Feng Attacks!

Three days passed quickly.

Both Zhao Hu and Zhao Feng believed that Chu Mo could not grow significantly in such a short time.

Although Chu Mo was already a True Spirit Realm Martial Artist, they speculated that he had only just advanced to that Realm.

And Zhao Feng, however, was about to step into True Spirit Realm Seventh Level.

Chu Mo would definitely not be his opponent!

...

Just as Zhao Hu and Zhao Feng thought they had an easy victory.

On the other side.

Chu Mo had been cultivating the Pure Yang Swordplay indoors.

As a High Grade Yellow-rank martial art, its cultivation difficulty was naturally not low.

However, ever since Chu Mo underwent Body Tempering and forged his congenital pure yang bone, his Dao foundation became incredibly profound. This also greatly enhanced his Comprehension Ability and Aptitude, allowing him to quickly get started.

“Slash!”

Chu Mo held his long sword and began to practice the Moves as recorded in the swordplay manual.

Only the sound of the sword edge cutting through the Void Realm could be heard, making a 'swish swish swish' sound, and faint chills permeated the vicinity.

An indescribable sharpness was revealed, seemingly capable of piercing even space.

A fierce killing intent filled the room.

Even though it was still a hot summer day, if someone were to walk into this room at this moment, they would immediately feel their hair stand on end.

This bone-chilling cold was caused by the chilling Sword Qi.

Although the Pure Yang Swordplay follows the grand Dao, it is ultimately a killing sword art. Every Move contains killing intent, and only by containing killing intent can one rapidly improve.

And as Chu Mo continuously practiced the sword Moves, his essence, Qi, and spirit were also subtly changing.

Like a metamorphosis, or a complete transformation.

Under these circumstances, time flowed quickly, and in the blink of an eye, three days had passed.

On Zhao Hu's side.

After receiving some healing medicine from Zhao Feng, his injuries had recovered somewhat. Although his Meridians were not yet fully repaired, he no longer needed to be bedridden and could stand and walk on the ground.

On this day.

He found Zhao Feng, just as he was emerging from his meditation room, his entire aura extremely vibrant.

Zhao Hu immediately knew that Zhao Feng had successfully Broken Through!

“Congratulations, Young Lord, on successfully stepping into True Spirit Realm Seventh Level!”

Zhao Hu said joyfully.

“It’s just a small achievement!”

Zhao Feng said modestly, but the smile on his face could not be hidden.

“This is already an achievement that this lowly one cannot even hope to catch up to!”

Zhao Hu flattered him.

Then he said somewhat eagerly: “Young Lord, when do you plan to deal with Chu Mo?”

“After I stabilize my Realm, I will immediately seek out this person and challenge him to a life-and-death battle on the arena!”

Zhao Feng said confidently.

Hearing this, Zhao Hu was immediately overjoyed.

Imagining Chu Mo's fate in the near future, he couldn't help but laugh happily.

...

“Clang! Clang! Clang!”

In a small grove, Chu Mo was still cultivating.

As he continuously wielded his sword, the surroundings were filled with sword shadows, giving a sense of inescapable presence, and continuous sword cries echoed.

Initially, they were faint, but as time passed, the sword cries grew louder and more resonant.

Finally.

When the sword cries reached a certain peak—

“Slash!”

Chu Mo unleashed a sword strike, and a sharp sword light several feet long suddenly emerged, instantly spanning several yards and striking a large tree in front.

Pfft!

The large tree exploded in response, turning into scattered debris flying in all directions.

“Phew…”

“High Grade Yellow-rank martial arts indeed possess impressive power!”

Looking at the power unleashed by this sword strike, Chu Mo let out a long breath, then a smile appeared on his face.

In just three days, he had advanced the Pure Yang Swordplay to the second level.

This kind of cultivation progress was something Chu Mo had never dared to imagine before!

After all.

This was a High Grade Yellow-rank martial art. While not profoundly abstruse, it was by no means easy to get started with or achieve something with it.

Ordinary Martial Artists.

Would need to ponder for at least several months to gain even a little insight!