Douluo Continent: I ushered in this era

"Therefore, the solidified soul skills of the War God Temple are either special soul skills like magic suppression or amplification soul skills."

"Oh," Chu Ci listened attentively, but in his heart he was already planning how to get the Temple of War to teach him how to solidify his soul skills.

“You can just get a quick overview of this information,” Long Tianwu said, turning off the Xuanzhong Chamber. “Your task now is to comprehend sword intent here. I’ll give you one minute to adjust your breathing before the special training begins.”

Chu Ci felt his body relax, his soul power continued to circulate, and he quickly sat down cross-legged to regulate his breathing.

A minute later, Chu Ci stood up, and the Scales of God appeared behind him. Half of his soul power instantly disappeared, and it was completely converted into Sage Time, giving him a speed boost.

Then, a majestic and domineering sword intent swept over us, followed by Long Tianwu's instruction.

……

Inside the Xuanzhong Chamber of the War God Temple, two figures, one large and one small, clashed back and forth, their sword shadows overlapping as they fought, the sound of swords ringing out throughout the room.

“Cultivating the sword is also cultivating the mind. The sword intent resides in the mind. When the mind is formed and the intent is formed, your will can resonate with the sword in your hand and unleash unparalleled power. At this point, the sword is complete.”

Long Tianwu once again deflected the Heavenly Candle with her wooden sword, and with a single swing, she swept Chu Ci away with unparalleled sword intent.

Chu Ci was sent flying a long way before he came to a stop. His right hand trembled uncontrollably as Long Tianwu's unrestrained sword intent tormented him.

Before Chu Ci could recover, Long Tianwu's next sword was already upon him.

Long Tianwu's eyes showed no mercy, and every move she made carried an extremely oppressive sword intent.

He wanted to use his sword intent to force Chu Ci's sword and "squeeze out" Chu Ci's potential in swordsmanship.

“Only those who are sincere in their love for the sword can comprehend its intent,” Long Tianwu’s tone grew increasingly stern. “Forget your soul tool, your soul weapon, and the schemes in your heart. Right now, you only have the sword in your eyes. Only the sword can move you in the slightest.”

"Boom!" Chu Ci was cleaved away again, landing helplessly on one knee on the ground. He used his sword to support himself so that he wouldn't fall. The Heavenly Candle in his hand also emitted a mournful sound.

Chu Ci and Tian Zhu were connected in spirit, and Chu Ci felt deeply saddened by Tian Zhu's "wounds all over its body".

"Can you feel it? The mournful cry of the sword in your hand." Long Tianwu stopped her attack, her eyes indifferent.

Chu Ci sensed that Tian Zhu was injured, and Tian Zhu could also sense Chu Ci's heartache.

A long, melodious dragon's roar echoed from the Heavenly Candle, as if telling Chu Ci that it could withstand the pressure and there was nothing to worry about.

Hearing Tianzhu's words of comfort, Chu Ci smiled, slowly stood up, his eyes gradually sharpening, and murmured, "Tianzhu, this time I will truly be with you."

Chu Ci gripped his sword with both hands, entering a profound state. At this moment, his eyes were fixed solely on the Heavenly Candle.

By focusing his mind on the sword and connecting with the Heavenly Candle, he reached a state that, while not quite reaching the essence of swordsmanship, was still above the unity of body and sword.

Interesting. Long Tianwu watched this scene with a hint of surprise in his eyes. To reach this level so quickly. Is this the advantage of a Soul Weapon? It made him very eager to have one too.

“Continue,” Long Tianwu said with a smirk, pointing her sword at Chu Ci.

……

At noon,

"Thud!" Chu Ci was thrown to the ground again, and couldn't help but groan.

"Today's special training ends here. From now on, come here for special training every morning at seven o'clock sharp."

"You can arrange your own training this afternoon, whether it's meditation, learning about soul tools, or something else," Long Tianwu instructed as she closed the Xuanzhong Chamber.

The Chu Ci on the ground trembled as it made an OK sign.

At this moment, the door to Xuanzhong Room opened, and Su Mengjun walked in gracefully.

"Tianwu, is training over?" Su Mengjun asked with a smile.

"Yes, it just ended," Long Tianwu replied gently.

Chapter 39 Getting to Know People in the Restaurant

Chu Ci lay on the ground, panting heavily, staring blankly at the ceiling.

Suddenly, a beautiful woman's face appeared before Chu Ci's eyes.

"Ci'er, how was the special training?" Su Mengjun asked with a smile, looking at Chu Ci's exhausted appearance.

Chu Ci suddenly stood up. "It's quite tiring, but to be honest, the gains have been enormous."

It could be said that this morning's sword practice was equivalent to two and a half weeks of practice he had done on his own before.

"Let's go then, your aunt will take you to eat," Su Mengjun said.

"Hmm!" Chu Ci's eyes lit up when he heard the word "eat," and his inner foodie spirit was ignited. Now his back and legs no longer ached, and he sprang to his feet. "Auntie, let's go quickly, I'm starving."

“Okay,” Su Mengjun said, pulling Chu Ci out of the Xuanzhong Room and heading straight for the cafeteria.

Long Tianwu shook her head helplessly as she watched the two hurrying by, and followed them.

Su Mengjun led Chu Ci to the restaurant where the war gods were dining. It was lunchtime, and most of the war gods were eating there.

When Su Mengjun brought a ten-year-old child into the restaurant, it inevitably attracted the attention of the other war gods.

Ignoring the stares of others, Su Mengjun led Chu Ci directly to the food ordering area.

Chu Ci, naturally, couldn't care less about what others thought, and was already happily choosing her favorite dishes.

After Chu Ci and the other two finished ordering, Su Mengjun led them to sit down next to a couple who appeared to be married.

“Ci’er, let me introduce you,” Su Mengjun gestured for Chu Ci to look at the man, “This is the Eighth War God, Nangong Yi, whose title is Kanglong. His fists are extremely powerful.”

"This junior greets Your Majesty the Dragon King," Chu Ci said politely, knowing that Su Mengjun was helping him expand his network.

"Hmm," Nangong Yi nodded slightly in response.

"This is his wife, Tang Liyue, also the sixteenth War God, titled Ice Moon." Su Mengjun smiled and put her arm around Tang Liyue.

"Greetings, Your Majesty Bingyue!" Chu Ci said.

“Gentlemen, this is my nephew, Chu Ci,” Su Mengjun introduced with considerable pride.

Tang Liyue looked at Su Mengjun and reminded her, "Mengjun, this is where the God of War of the War God Temple dine. Isn't it inappropriate for you to bring your nephew here?"

"It's fine, there's no written rule about it," Su Mengjun replied nonchalantly.

"But it's not a good look after all. You're the first person to bring your family here for dinner," Tang Liyue continued to advise. "Be careful, or Ao Rui might scold you later."

As soon as Tang Liyue finished speaking, a tall man walked past them.

Chu Ci keenly noticed that Su Mengjun sat up straight instantly, and even Long Tianwu's expression turned serious.

The man stopped beside Chu Ci, glanced at Su Mengjun, who immediately buried her head in her food, then stared at Chu Ci for two seconds, as if confirming something.

The man then looked away and continued walking outside.

Tang Liyue, who was standing to the side, was astonished when she saw this scene. "How is this possible? Ao Rui didn't even do anything about it."

“That’s right, my nephew is different from others.” Su Mengjun stood tall and proud like a victorious peacock, looking incredibly smug.

"Alright, hurry up and eat," Long Tianwu reminded him.

As for Chu Ci, no one could disturb him while he was busy eating, because the food at this restaurant was truly delicious and nutritious.

After lunch, it's time for a midday break.

After lunch break, Chu Ci knocked on the door of Nangong Yi's cultivation room.

"Please come in," came Nangong Yi's deep voice from inside the door, and the door opened automatically.

Nangong Yi was practicing his boxing when he saw Chu Ci enter. He stopped practicing and asked with a hint of surprise, "Is there something you need?"

"Um, Your Majesty, I would like to learn your boxing techniques from you," Chu Ci said sincerely.

Upon hearing this, Nangong Yi's expression became even stranger. Chu Ci was learning swordsmanship from Long Tianwu perfectly well, so why was he practicing boxing?

"Uncle Yi, I have made some progress in boxing, but I have hit a bottleneck and can't figure it out. That's why I came to you specifically to ask for your help." Chu Ci could tell that Nangong Yi was not very willing, so he simply changed his form of address and put on a humble look of seeking advice.

Nangong Yi looked at Chu Ci, and remembering that he was Long Tianwu's nephew, he sighed and decided to give Chu Ci some guidance first.

If Chu Ci is indeed capable, then teach him a few tricks; if not, then find another reason to send him away, which would also be a way of giving Long Tianwu an explanation.

Chu Ci was very pleased to see that Nangong Yi agreed, and he had a feeling that the Emperor's Dragon Fist would probably make new progress soon.

Nangong Yi led Chu Ci into his training room, took out two metal puppets, and had Chu Ci demonstrate all the boxing techniques he had learned on them.

This was Nangong Yi testing the waters, so Chu Ci naturally had to put on a good show.

Chu Ci stood in front of the metal doll, while Nangong Yi watched lazily from the side. He naturally didn't think Chu Ci could deliver a particularly amazing punch.

Chu Ci clenched his fists, adjusting his state to its best with each breath.

Then, with a punch, his domineering intent was revealed, and a huge vortex accompanied by a dragon's roar slammed into the metal doll, denting it.

When Nangong Yi saw Chu Cilong's punch that shook Baili, his eyes widened suddenly, and the laziness on his face vanished instantly.

"Chu Ci, you created this punch yourself."

"Yes, this punch is called Dragon Shakes a Hundred Miles, which I figured out by chance," Chu Ci replied.

Nangong Yi tentatively asked, "Would you like to learn boxing from me?"

Clearly, Nangong Yi had taken a liking to Chu Ci and wanted to take him on as a disciple to teach him boxing techniques.

Chu Ci thought for a moment, then politely declined, saying, "Uncle Yi, I still want to focus on swordsmanship."

“Alright,” Nangong Yi shook his head with a hint of regret. This answer was exactly what he expected, but he couldn’t bear to part with Chu Ci’s talent, so he made his decision in the end.

"How about this, Chu Ci, I'll teach you a set of boxing techniques that will greatly benefit your future development."

Chu Ci's eyes lit up upon hearing this, and he quickly said, "Thank you, Uncle Yi."

"It's nothing. Making the most of your talent in boxing is the greatest gratitude you can give me." Nangong Yi waved his hand, displaying remarkable magnanimity.

Nangong Yi put away the metal puppet, took a stance in the center of the training ground, and said, "What I'm going to teach you is my self-created soul skill, the Sixteen Styles of Dragon Soul Fist."

"My martial spirit is formed from a dragon spirit, and every punch I throw carries the shape of a dragon."

"Therefore, in order to unleash the full power of this Dragon Form Fist, I created these sixteen styles of fist techniques. Your self-created fist techniques are similar to them, and learning them may inspire you."

"Watch closely," Nangong Yi shouted, and began to unleash the Sixteen Styles of Dragon Soul Fist.

Chu Ci quickly activated his "wise man's time" mode, staring intently at every punch Nangong Yi threw.

Nangong Yi's punches were simple and unadorned, yet they fully displayed the domineering aura of the dragon race.

Chapter 40: Finding Nangong Yi to practice boxing and attending a birthday banquet.