Chapter 89: Secret Manual! Gains! Refinement!

Fang Han naturally accepted it without hesitation.

From the beginning of this simulation, his goal had been clear: to seek out as many martial opportunities as possible.

The more, the better. Whether he had time to practice them all did not matter.

But he had to possess them.

Therefore, he happily received the gift.

By rights, matters in Dali City were now concluded, and Fang Han ought to move on to his next destination.

But as he was waiting for Mu Wanqing’s return, he and Miss Cheng were in no hurry, remaining as guests in the Zhennan Prince’s estate.

The Duan family welcomed their continued stay gladly.

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One day, in the secluded courtyard, Fang Han was practicing the Liumai Shenjian.

Three days earlier, he had already comprehended the root of the Six Meridians’ “formless sword qi.”

But the sword techniques of the Six Meridians, he had only memorized superficially.

For the past several days, he had been sorting through and familiarizing himself with the sword techniques.

Six sets of swordplay—each extremely advanced and subtle. Even memorizing them was difficult.

During those three days, Fang Han kept reinforcing his memory, fearing he might forget.

After all, he could hardly go back to Tianlong Temple to reread the Liumai Shenjian Jing

(Six Meridian Sword Sutra).

If he truly forgot, it would be a joke.

Although the formless sword qi root made the techniques less crucial, with the Six Meridians’ swordplay he could maximize each meridian’s advantages, and the sets complemented each other, forming tremendous power.

Fang Han had no intention of discarding them.

At present, Fang Han’s primary martial foundation consisted of: Beiming Shengong (Beiming Divine Skill), Lingbo Weibu (Lingbo Micro-Step), Yiyang Zhi (One Yang Finger), and Liumai Shenjian.

His earlier arts—Yangsheng Neigong (Nourishing Internal Skill), Sui Feng Jianfa (Following-the-Wind Swordplay), and Taizu Changquan (Taizu Long Fist)—could now gracefully retire.

For the foreseeable future, he would focus on Beiming, Lingbo, Yiyang, and Liumai as his main templates. Naturally, he aimed to master them as completely as possible.

As for other martial arts, Fang Han would also study them, but as the saying goes: to chew too much is to choke.

The arts he had now were already enough for him to ponder and refine for a long time.

Given his level of internal cultivation, to master martial arts to perfection was not too difficult.

But the subtler the martial art, the more complex it became.

Take the Liumai Shenjian, for example: the root of formless sword qi he grasped quickly, relying on his inner power and the foundation of Yiyang Finger. But the sword techniques were not so easily mastered.

The Yiyang Zhi was the same: his finger force had already reached the first grade, but the external applications—finger techniques, healing, point sealing—still needed practice.

His Lingbo Weibu had grown more fluid and refined, movement following his intent, but still far from the flawless realm.

And the most crucial Beiming Shengong—that required constant cultivation day and night.

Deeper comprehension of purity, precision, circulation of internal energy—all needed time and insight.

Though progress seemed small, Fang Han believed in perseverance leading to gain.

Already, compared to his days at Mount Wuliang in Dali, his control over internal energy was far finer.

This was the fruit of his relentless cultivation.

Though seemingly slight, accumulated over time, the harvest would be great.

“Hu~”

Fang Han exhaled a long breath, having practiced each set of swordplay several times, beginning to feel some mastery.

In fact, so as not to forget the techniques, he had not yet refined the pure internal energy stored in his Shanzhong acupoint.

Jiumozhi’s lifetime of power was no trivial thing. In both quality and quantity, it far surpassed any energy Fang Han had previously absorbed.

Even Ye Erniang, Yun Zhonghe, and Zuo Zimu combined could not compare.

If Fang Han refined it, his internal power would certainly soar once more!

Now that he was sure he had memorized the swordplay thoroughly, Fang Han did not delay further.

After telling Miss Cheng, who was busy concocting medicine, he went into seclusion.

As one of the Four Greats of Tianlong, Jiumozhi’s inner strength was naturally formidable.

However, strictly speaking, at this point Jiumozhi was not at his full strength.

He lacked two crucial inner skills:

First, the Xiao Wuxiang Gong (Minor Formless Skill) of the Xiaoyao Sect.

Second, Shaolin’s Yijin Jing (Muscle/Tendon-Transforming Classic).

The first, he had found at the Jade Cave of the Murong family’s Mantuo Manor in Suzhou. Though incomplete, he had managed to learn seventy to eighty percent, greatly boosting his strength.

The second, he had picked up from a fallen manual belonging to You Tanzhi, practicing it to further heighten his power—though in haste, leaving hidden injuries in his inner energy.

That later flaw was what caused his energy to go berserk in Xixia’s dry well, making him vulnerable to Duan Yu’s absorption.

Otherwise, given the internal arts and strength he had by then, Duan Yu’s incomplete Beiming Shengong would have struggled to absorb him.

Still, even without those arts, the current Jiumozhi’s inner energy was pure and immense.

Fang Han slowly refined it, turning it all into Beiming True Qi.

When it was fully digested, Fang Han’s true qi was ten times greater than when he had first set out!

As he guided the power into his dantian, Fang Han’s eyes opened slightly.

In the dim and silent room, it was as though a sudden flash of light appeared.

Xu Shi Sheng Bai! (The empty chamber gives birth to light!)

As the misty aura receded, Fang Han stood and exhaled a turbid breath.

The deeper his internal energy, the clearer his spirit became.

This was also why, back at Tianlong Temple, he could memorize the complex Six Meridian sword techniques in just a couple of hours.

In his first simulation, he could never have managed such a feat.

Such was the benefit of refined martial cultivation.

When divine skill is forged, profundities arise naturally.

Clarity of hearing, brightness of sight, and spiritual sharpness followed as a matter of course.

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