Swallowing the Stars: The Wind Sword Master.

Chapter 22 Visualization Method: One Sword Seals the Heavens

Ning Ze and the others returned to the base city, washed up, and then went to a magnificent private room in the underground alliance.

The War Squad and Shao Yang and others toasted each other, creating a lively atmosphere.

They returned to the base city in the morning, and the gathering didn't end until the afternoon.

Back in Mingyue Residential Area, nearing my home.

Ning Ze asked curiously, "Dad, do you know Uncle Chen and the others?"

Ning Hua, who had drunk quite a bit, replied in a drunken stupor, "My connections alone are certainly not enough, but it was because Manager Dongfang made the connection that they gave me face."

Ning Ze nodded silently, once again remembering this kindness.

This supervisor was both recommending him to the elite training camp and finding someone to help his family get revenge, making him a great benefactor.

Upon hearing the noise, Li Wan rushed out of her house, with Ning Qianqian following closely behind.

"You came back so late, did anything go wrong? Is Ozawa hurt?"

Ning Hua had sent a message home earlier, and now that he saw the person, he felt relieved. Ning Qianqian also looked worried.

Ning Ze smiled and said, "Mom, I'm fine."

"I spent 700 million Chinese yuan! How could something like this happen?"

Ning Hua was in a very good mood, to the point that he became somewhat arrogant.

Li Wan rolled her eyes and said, "Seven hundred million all from our family? Xiao Zuo and Lao Ma each contributed one hundred million."

"Haha! They're all the same, all the same!"

"Come on, son, let's go upstairs and talk about something!"

Ning Ze nodded slightly and smiled, "Mom, we'll go upstairs first."

Are you still eating?

"No, I just ate."

Second floor audio-visual room.

Ning Hua asked seriously, "Have you added another layer to your power now?"

"Yes. It should be three times the power, but we haven't measured it exactly yet."

Ning Ze answered honestly, opened the panel and glanced at it: Wind Slash Mastery 3350/10000

He guessed that when his proficiency exceeded 3333, which is more than one-third of the total proficiency, he exerted an extra layer of force.

Ning Hua's pupils constricted, and after a brief silence, he asked, "Three times should be enough. The third level of the 'Wind Slash' is 70% of the power of the fourth level, so the total multiplier is only 2.8 times. You have enough for now."

"What are you thinking? Should I contact Manager Dongfang in a couple of days? Or should we wait? Your uncles are doing very well. From now on, they can just kill monsters casually without taking any risks, and you don't need to worry about them."

Ning Ze paused for a moment, then said, "Manager Dongfang said before that just being at the first level isn't enough to qualify for the elite training camp, and that I need to cultivate two more levels. Although my current strength is stronger than the third level of 'Wind Slash,' it's only two levels more, so strictly speaking, it doesn't count as the third level. Dad, you should go and ask first. I'll continue cultivating as usual."

Ning Hua smiled slightly and said, "Good, that's steady enough. You haven't become arrogant because of your progress."

"There are always people more capable than you. But Dad believes you'll be the strongest even if you enter the elite training camp!"

"Selling those F-rank monsters won't be enough to get your contribution level to two stars. You can only get a 20% discount on the first four levels of 'Wind Slash,' not half price. But we're not short of money. I'll give you 240 million. Buy the manual and practice diligently!"

"Okay, Dad."

……

late at night.

In the quiet meditation room, even the dim light became cautious.

Ning Ze sat cross-legged in the center of the cultivation room, assuming the posture of facing the sky with his five hearts facing upwards. Strands of cosmic energy seeped into his body, strengthening his genes.

He was currently undertaking a difficult challenge.

"Since I can forcibly enter a state of cultivating genetic energy during battle, I can also cultivate swordsmanship while cultivating genetic energy!"

Ning Ze dispersed his senses and, in a half-asleep, half-awake state of cultivation, tried his best to visualize a long sword in his mind.

"Light as a wisp."

"Light as a wisp."

Controlling one's thoughts is extremely difficult.

Against a backdrop of boundless energy, the magnificent cosmic energy surged like a mighty river. He struggled to condense a longsword, but it would quickly dissipate. Not because it was dispersed by the energy, but because his mental strength could not sustain it.

Unwilling to give up, he continued to condense the Light Swallow Longsword, using cosmic energy as material to create a colorful energy longsword. However, his good fortune was short-lived; less than two seconds later, the longsword dissipated again.

I don't know how much time passed.

Ning Ze slowly opened his eyes and murmured, "I failed."

"If my strength increased by 20kg, then I must have trained for four hours."

"The Five Hearts Facing the Sky posture is an auxiliary one. I cultivate genetic energy during battle, but because the movements are not standard, only a small amount of cosmic energy enters my body."

"When cultivating genetic energy, one may want to practice swordsmanship, but this requires movement. Once active, the cosmic energy will decrease."

"Now, even meditation while cultivating genetic energy has failed."

"Isn't this the right thing to do?"

"So how can I forcibly practice swordsmanship while cultivating genetic energy, and increase my proficiency in the 'Wind Slash'?"

Tonight he bought the first four levels of "Wind Slash", but after practicing it, he only mastered the second level, which resulted in two extra forces, meaning that each strike contained three forces.

The third level of "Wind Slash" is a strike containing four forces, each of which is 70% of his own strength, with only 2.8 times the force exerted.

His power had increased threefold, but the amount of power he exerted was small, and he just couldn't learn the third level of "Wind Slash".

A single strike can contain only three forces; no matter how much each force is, it cannot contain four forces.

Under these circumstances, he had no choice but to improve his proficiency in "Wind Slash".

Then came the biggest problem he faced in his cultivation.

Alternatively, one could cultivate swordsmanship and movement techniques. Now, one could forcibly enter a cultivation state, and even if the posture was incorrect, one could still absorb a small amount of cosmic energy, allowing one to continue cultivating indefinitely.

Either cultivate genetic energy, which can improve physical fitness, but it is impossible to practice sword techniques in one's mind.

One is basic strength, and the other is the multiplier of force; you can't have your cake and eat it too.

"I can conjure a sword through meditation while cultivating my genetic energy. However, it cannot last long and will dissipate in just a few seconds."

"If you can't even maintain a sword, how can you cultivate?"

Ning Ze fell into deep thought. "If it can be condensed, then it should be considered a success. However, just like absorbing cosmic energy in battle, it is an incomplete state."

"When cultivating genetic energy in battle, I can try changing my movements to increase the speed at which I absorb cosmic energy. But how do I make the longsword move when cultivating genetic energy? It just dissipates after only a few seconds."

Sudden.

A glint flashed in Ning Ze's eyes. "I was too presumptuous. Even a mentalist who controls the flow of energy might not be able to visualize a complete person and sword in their mind to practice swordsmanship. I don't have the talent of a mentalist and can't use mental power at all, so how could I possibly do it?"

"Actually, I don't need to meditate the whole thing; I only need to meditate on the instantaneous sword strike!"

"I can condense it for just a moment! Even if I can't do it for a short time, or the condensation speed is slow, I can train!"

Do what you want to do. Ning Ze closed his eyes again, still with his five hearts facing the sky. In the hazy state, he once again felt the vast and boundless cosmic energy.

It was like a magnificent celestial river hanging in the sky, stretching across the entire heavens, infinitely high and far... while Ning Ze was just a tiny speck of dust.

Strands of cosmic energy flowed into his body, and he watched the cosmic energy flow.

Suddenly, a dazzling silver light flashed, as if it were a sword beam unleashed following the flow of cosmic energy.

One... two... three...

Sword lights appeared continuously, and the frequency of their flashes increased.

I don't know how much time passed.

Ning Ze reached the limit of his meditation, and wherever his eyes fell, sword light flashed.

A single sword beam flashed by, its light faint, but when countless sword beams converged, they formed an endless array of blades, like a raging storm that obscured the vast cosmic energy above.

early morning.

Ning Ze suddenly opened his eyes, and two silver-white sword beams shot towards the wall of the training room.

"Did I succeed?"

He wasn't quite sure, but that night, he felt like he had unleashed countless sword strikes!

Open the system panel.

[Host: Ning Ze]

[Level: Advanced Warrior 4253kg; Mentalist 42kg]

[Cultivation Skills: Gene Energy Cultivation Method "Five Hearts Towards Heaven"; Guiding Technique "Seven Techniques of Spiritual Wind"; Unknown Visualization Method (Unnamed)]

[Combat Skills: Swift Movement - Mastery 3286/10000; Wind Slash - Expertise 3405/10000]

"Unknown visualization techniques? Spiritual practitioners?"

"Have I awakened psychic powers?"

Both martial artists and spiritualists possess spiritual power. Martial artists cultivate by combining cosmic energy and genes to form genetic energy, while spiritualists combine spiritual power with cosmic energy to form spiritual power.

Ning Ze's expression was very strange. Others only awaken their spiritual power because they have talent, and there will be certain crises when they awaken it.

But he... felt nothing when he awakened.

However, due to his cultivation state, he passively cultivated his mental power.

Ning Ze carefully felt it, and it was as if his body had gained an extra tactile sensation, somewhat similar to a hand, but with a larger range and an irregular shape.

Ning Ze shifted his gaze to his light sword and tried to lift it with his mental power, but nothing happened... His alloy sword weighed 88kg... He could only lift the hilt of the sword when he shifted his mental power to one side.

"This mental power can only assist in increasing my speed for a short time."

"My proficiency with 'Wind Slash' increased by 45 points. I practiced it for more than 4 hours, which is about the same as the normal rate of increase when I practice sword techniques."

Ning Ze's eyes were filled with excitement. His biggest problem in cultivation had been solved. Now, even at home, he could cultivate both swordsmanship and genetic energy at the same time.

"However, his movement skills have improved very little, not even half of his swordsmanship."

"If you pay more attention to the rhythm of your strikes during meditation, you should see improvement."

"As for the name..."

Ning Ze recalled the scene of his cultivation, where countless silver-white sword beams filled the entire sky, faintly converging into a scene of a raging wind.

"Brother, Mom asked me to teach you how to eat!" Ning Qianqian called out again from outside the door.

"Let's call it 'One Sword Seals the Heavens'," Ning Ze casually suggested, then stood up and walked outside.

"Brother, what's your strength now?" Ning Qianqian asked curiously, her big eyes wide.

Ning Ze turned his head and glanced at it. "Why are you asking this?"

"I'm just curious," Ning Qianqian said.

"Curious?" Ning Ze smiled slightly. "Just know that I'm stronger than you."

"That's the same as not saying anything at all!" Ning Qianqian stomped her feet angrily.

In the restaurant on the first floor, Ning Hua saw the two of them come down and asked with concern, "How's your cultivation going?"

Ning Ze calmly replied, "It wasn't very smooth. It's a bit different from my previous cultivation. I can only cultivate to the second level."

As he spoke, he went to the kitchen, washed his hands, pulled out a square chair, and sat down at the dining table.

Ning Hua comforted her, "Try to familiarize yourself with it. There's no rush. You might understand it someday."

Ning Ze nodded, then asked, "Dad, you don't have to go to work at the martial arts gym today, right?"

"Yes, no work. Two days off. I also need to deal with the aftermath. Flying Eagle will definitely make some moves after escaping." Ning Hua took a bite of the scallion pancake and drank a bowl of porridge.

Ning Ze's eyes lit up, and he said, "Dad, since you're home, let's train by sparring?" No matter how much he trained, it wouldn't be as fast as improving through combat.

"puff!"

Ning Hua turned her head and spat out the porridge in her mouth.

Li Wan, standing nearby, said with obvious displeasure, "What are you doing? If you don't want to eat, go out and eat by yourself!"

Ning Hua waved his hands repeatedly, "No! I didn't mean that." Turning his head, he said, "You've grown up now, you don't need me to cultivate with you anymore. Go find those young people, didn't Jiang Nian say that an S-level genius martial artist moved into our neighborhood? I think his name is Luo Feng or something, you young people should interact with him more, I'll just leave it at that." He originally wanted to use yesterday's incident as a cover, but thinking that he could only hide once, not twice, he simply refused this time.

Ning Ze frowned slightly but did not force him. He felt that his father had avenged his father's death and had lost his motivation to cultivate. He no longer trained as hard as before.

He could understand, after all, their situations were different. He was still young and had unlimited potential, but his father had a limp, making it difficult for him to improve his physical fitness and combat strength.

It sounds simple, but it's also very difficult to help my father regain his faith in cultivation.

It's all about money.

Ning Ze had once searched for methods to regenerate severed limbs on martial arts forums.

There is a drug called "Water of Life" that can regenerate severed limbs and restore the body as long as there is still a breath left.

However, the price of the "Water of Life" is extremely high, rumored to be 300 billion Chinese yuan!

Since it exists, it can certainly be bought, but such a precious item would definitely be auctioned off, making the price even more expensive.

In reality, their family can't even come up with a billion.

First, they spent 200 million to buy intelligence, and then they spent another 200 million to buy him secret manuals. They probably don't have much money left in their family.

"We'll have to wait until later."

Ning Ze felt that once he became the God of War, he should be able to earn 300 billion Chinese Yuan and would also be qualified to know the specific source of such a precious treasure.

"Since Dad doesn't want to cultivate, then he should rest. I'll cultivate on my own."

Ning Ze had no intention of seeking out Luo Feng for training. Today was August 2nd, and yesterday was the practical assessment. If Luo Feng had passed the assessment, it would be early this morning before the manuals were even delivered, and he hadn't even been to the wilderness area. His combat skills would definitely be very immature.

He's a high-level warrior now. This kind of opponent can be defeated with just one sword strike, without using any force or movement techniques. There's no point in fighting him.

"Hmm... You can decide about your cultivation yourself. If you want to go to the wilderness, just find Xiao Zuo. You don't need to tell me about these things anymore."

Ning Hua kept her head down and ate intently, not even looking up.

He would only spar with his son again if he were out of his mind. Even Poison Wolf was killed with a single sword strike. He might not be so ruthless towards him, but he could definitely do it!

He thought about how he had raised Ning Ze. If he were to do the opposite now, wouldn't he, as the father, have any face left? It was better to back down once than to be beaten to the ground.

"Dad, I feel like you're acting strange! You used to be so happy to spar with my brother!"

Ning Qianqian looked at her father with a frustrated expression. Unaware of what was going on, she felt that she had fallen out of favor in the family!

"Eat your food!"

Ning Hua and Li Wan, a married couple, rebuked each other in unison.

"I want to become a martial artist too!" Ning Qianqian was very dissatisfied, and she decided to work twice as hard in her training this summer.

Ning Hua looked up at her but didn't say anything more. Once he was sure that Ning Qianqian didn't have much talent, he made a decision in his heart: cultivation is cultivation, and physical fitness is physical fitness. He would not let his daughter go to the wilderness area.

One martial artist is enough for a family. Compared to a general, a warrior-level martial artist can't kill many monsters, so you have to leave a child at home.

Otherwise, Ning Ze might have an accident...

Although Ning Ze's talent exceeded his expectations, his plans for Ning Qianqian would not change.

(End of this chapter)