Regarding the question of whether one thousand lives are enough to beat Honkai Impact 3rd.

With this understanding, Su Qing'an roughly understood why men could only reach the realm of Wuchen.

Essentially, this is still a problem of innate Honkai energy resistance.

Even though the Taixu Sword Qi can increase humanity's resistance to Honkai energy, there are limits to it.

Furthermore, the higher one's sword heart realm is, the greater the passive cycle established with the external Honkai energy becomes.

The Dustless Realm must be the carefully calculated peak value of Honkai energy resistance that can be increased in the Still Water Realm, and the limit after the average Honkai energy resistance of men.

Once this limit is exceeded, one will go mad and become a death warrior.

The Tai Xu Sword Qi is essentially a training method based on scientific research and the summarization of laws from a previous civilization. Safety issues have undoubtedly been taken into account very carefully, which is why the warning "Men, stop here" is marked.

However, even without markings, one should be able to perceive it during the process of cultivation. But there must be quite a few people who don't believe in superstition and like to challenge their own limits.

After all, we live in such an apocalyptic world. Knowing that there is a way forward, but being unable to walk through it due to our innate limitations, it is normal not to accept it.

If this Taixu Sword Qi manual is the complete original, Su Qing'an doubts whether he can cultivate to the Dustless Realm. The vast Heart Lake allows him to access and circulate Honkai energy at a level far exceeding the normal level.

He had only just cultivated his sword heart. If he continued to refine his sword heart with the Sword Heart Technique, he didn't know if the limits of his soul's essence would exceed the limits his body could withstand.

While pondering this question, Su Qing'an opened the information panel that Atropos had left in his soul.

Name: Su Qing'an

Gender: Male

[Strength: 8.6]

[Min: 8.5]

【Body：9.4】

[Soul Essence: 39.01]

Honkai Energy Resistance: 6 (Extremely Low)

[Evaluation: An ordinary, normal human male with no basic combat abilities. Your Honkai energy resistance is within the normal average for human males. Apart from your soul essence, you have nothing special about you.]

[A message: Your soul possesses a special quality; after experiencing two brushes with death, it has automatically ascended to four times the level of an ordinary person. Use this unique advantage to survive in this chaotic apocalypse.]

Su Qing'an understood what was different about the Taixu Sword Qi given by the gods. Normal Taixu Sword Qi should only increase Honkai energy resistance and a small amount of soul essence, but after just one hour of Sword Heart Technique refinement, not only did his Honkai energy resistance increase to twice its original value, but his three-dimensional attributes also improved to varying degrees.

At the same time, he almost instantly understood the fundamental difference between them. The improvement of physical fitness also follows the basic law of conservation of energy. However, he did not feel any hunger. The most likely reason was that the modified version of the Taixu Sword Qi had an additional way of using Honkai energy. It established a cycle between Honkai energy and the body, while intercepting a portion and converting it into unknown energy to strengthen his body.

"Am I cultivating immortality?" Now it seems that the modified version of the Taixu Sword Qi is not as bad as I imagined.

Judging from the current situation, it still follows the original framework, regards heaven and earth as the dantian, transforms the physical body into meridians, and uses the realm of sword heart as the valve to almost completely avoid the possibility of going into qi deviation. It can be said to be as safe as it gets. Needless to say, it also has the ability to strengthen the body.

"If the God doesn't set me up for failure, I, Su Qing'an, am willing to call this Taixu Sword Qi the strongest." He muttered to himself as he got out of bed and stretched. Because it was his first time cultivating, he wanted to be more serious, so he had been cultivating cross-legged on the bed.

The process of cultivating the Sword Heart Technique passed by in the blink of an eye. The physical qualities improved by the Sword Heart Technique made his body feel refreshed instead of stiff.

The resurrection of the god did not alleviate his exhaustion from a sleepless night. Su Qing'an defined the resurrection of the god as a simple reset of time.

Simply put, the gods resurrected him in the state he was in before he began his transformation into a suicide soldier, which included the negative effects of staying up all night.

But now, whether it's due to the initial formation of his sword heart or a slight improvement in his physical fitness, not only has his mental state returned to normal, but even his dark circles have faded considerably.

Looking at the handsome face in the phone's original camera, Su Qing'an, who was obsessed with good looks, felt much happier.

"Is it already 12:30? Kiana probably hasn't eaten yet. Go check what food is left in the fridge." The boy said this with a smile on his face.

14. The girl's appetite, the boy's determination

They put away the small blackboard placed at the entrance of the store and then flipped the sign that read "Open for Business" over.

Su Qing'an walked into the store carrying a large bag of food.

You could say that he really just opened this coffee shop for fun. In his memory, the person he was in this world also ran a shop in a very laid-back and Zen-like way, and the business was basically always losing money.

It's less of a coffee shop and more like he bought a house with a large living room and professional coffee equipment.

This was probably due to the large amount of savings left by his parents, which allowed him to act so recklessly.

Compared to the savings left by parents in this world, the wealth left by parents in the previous world is as insignificant as a drop in the ocean.

This made him even more skeptical about the authenticity of his parents' claim of being archaeologists.

Do you archaeologists actually make a lot of money?

He had originally planned to cook for Kiana, but after looking at the ingredients in the refrigerator, he realized that he didn't seem to have the habit of cooking for himself, even though his cooking skills were quite good. That didn't stop him from being a takeout enthusiast.

Then consider the time spent cooking and the time already spent eating.

Su Qing'an decided it would be more convenient to buy it outside, even though it would reduce the fun of feeding her. However, considering that Kiana had probably just arrived in Changkong City, and that she might not have had a proper breakfast by the time it took to get here from the nearest airport, it was better to just buy it directly.

Based on the principle of proximity, he went to KFC and bought two family buckets co-branded with Houmu, as well as two boxes of pizza from the store next door.

Yes, two portions each. Mei once complained that all the food money went to Kiana, so he bought extra to account for Kiana's appetite. Based on his own appetite, half a family bucket or half a pizza would be his limit.

If that's not enough.

Hmm, would it be more convenient to buy two more rice cookers for cooking in the future?

Actually, he originally wanted to buy Kiana a new phone and change her SIM card. Kiana, who had been wandering in Europe for many years, probably hadn't realized the differences in communication between the two regions. A new phone and SIM card would make her move around much more easily.

But that would be too abrupt, as Kiana felt they had only just met.

Overly strong goodwill without any reason can sometimes be oppressive.

The excessive meticulousness with which he cleaned the room and the substandard salary were all justified by other excuses and reasons.

Kiana's dim-witted intuition should have sensed it, right? To her, it was inexplicably kind of her.

So, in order not to break this tacit understanding, Su Qing'an kept the matter to herself and decided to postpone it.

"Knock, knock. Kiana, lunch is ready." After placing two large bags of food on the table, Su Qing'an walked to Kiana's room and knocked on the door.

He then heard a rustling sound coming from inside the door. After a short while, the door opened a crack. "Eat?" The girl poked her head out and tilted it back, her voice filled with surprise.

Her pretty face had a lovely blush, and judging from her wet white hair and the lingering steam, she must have just taken a bath.

"Yes, I bought fried food like hamburgers, fried chicken, and pizza. I don't know if you like it. Let's eat something healthier tonight."

Quite cute. Su Qing'an stared straight ahead at the girl's thick, long eyelashes and moist, pink lips, but felt nothing but indifference.

"Fried chicken! Hamburgers! Hmph, I'm not some pampered brat, I can barely accept these." Kiana's eyes lit up instantly, completely disregarding calories and health, but she said with a touch of arrogance.

The way it looked was like a cat seeing a cat toy, giving you a cold, disdainful look before pouncing on it without hesitation.

You really like fried food, don't you? But you probably just like meat, right?

After some time had passed.

Su Qing'an looked at the food on the table, which was mostly empty, and silently calculated Kiana's appetite: three cups of Coke that came with the family bucket, three hamburgers, five pairs of spicy wings, six pieces of original recipe chicken, four pairs of New Orleans roasted wings, and, well, two 12-inch pizzas whose only remaining packaging remnants proved their existence.

Looking at Kiana's slender waist and flat stomach under her white shirt, Su Qing'an understood that her terrifying physical strength and power followed the law of conservation of energy, and at the same time, she understood Mei's troubles.

Hmm. The meal cost around 8,000 yen. Considering this expense, plus the daily maintenance and replenishment of equipment after the Honkai, travel expenses, etc., it's clear that Siegfried's savings were actually quite substantial.

Conservatively estimating, he felt it should be at least ten million yuan.

As for how much money Kiana has left in her bank account, we can only leave that as a mystery.

Looking back now, the most attractive part of Kiana's salary package was probably the words "meals included".

"It's so delicious (。ò?ó。) Hmm, manager, what's for dinner? Is it all meat?" After swallowing the last chicken leg, Kiana was completely different from the aloof and cold foreign silver-haired beauty she had been when they first met.

"Well, dinner will be a feast of Chinese cuisine, but I also prefer meat, so I'll make a few more meat dishes." Su Qing'an replied with a smile, calculating how much food she would need to buy to feed the girl in front of her.

How wonderful. But this false peace and warm daily life can only last for four months at most.

Now that we have the confidence to take the first step and avoid being turned into a suicide soldier by Honkai energy, the next step is to train our combat abilities so that we can survive even when facing the lowest level Honkai Beasts.

Kiana should relax and be happy during this time. After so many years of wandering alone, Kiana will face a life-or-death battle again in four months, and this is all he can do.

The girl named Kiana Kaslana has a tortuous and winding fate. When she overcomes numerous life-and-death crises and learns her true identity, no one can truly understand the torment and despair she will experience.

However, Su Qing'an only understood one thing: what he cared about was not the virtual character in the game, nor the name Kiana Kaslana.

His only friend was the real, seemingly silly, warm and gentle girl standing right in front of him.

This has nothing to do with her name or identity.

"I must become stronger," the boy murmured to himself.

Otherwise, you can't do anything or change anything.

It can't protect anything either.

Looking at the white-haired girl drinking cola, and recalling the helplessness of dying twice, Su Qing'an made up her mind in this ordinary, mundane moment.

15. The so-called martial arts

2013年11月26日上午8点13分。

In the courtyard of a dojo in Changkong City.

The two, one old and one young, bowed to each other with utmost seriousness, following the etiquette of ancient martial arts.

He was a tall, elderly man with a powerful and unparalleled physique beneath his white martial arts uniform. Even though he was nearly 70 years old, his breathing was like that of a sleeping lion. Even in his slumber, his muscles naturally adjusted to the most suitable posture for exerting force.

This is a true testament to the trials and tribulations of time.

The old man had practiced martial arts since childhood, and after sixty years of meticulous training and twenty thousand days and nights of tireless practice, he had finally developed this physical body.

The boy opposite him was not yet an adult and did not know any martial arts even two weeks ago. Even if his physical strength was only average among ordinary people, even if it had improved in the past two weeks, he should still be as weak and vulnerable as a child compared to the old man.

But these two people, whose differences are so obvious to anyone, are now following the ancient martial etiquette of this dojo to engage in a solemn and dignified battle.

With no audience and no witnesses, in this vast arena where only the two of them remained, two people who should have been vastly different treated each other with all their hearts.

In silence, the old man effortlessly adjusted his body's muscles to a state of poised tension, then closed his fingers and gripped the wooden knife at his waist.

Su Qing'an remained silent, his mind as still as a lake. His body was relaxed yet tense in an instant as he adjusted the flow of power within his body. Without needing to silently recite the Sword Heart Mantra, he simply breathed in, bringing his largely unrefined body into a state of full combat readiness.

Even those who practice martial arts for many years need to undergo the mental tempering of life-and-death battles, along with a certain amount of natural talent, to do it so easily and effortlessly.

But the boy in front of me, who had no martial arts foundation just two weeks ago, did it with ease.

If there were any martial arts masters watching, they would likely understand the old man's seriousness to some extent. Regardless of how the young man achieved this, having reached this level, he is now a true martial artist.

When dueling with a martial artist, being completely focused is a matter of respect for both oneself and the opponent's fundamentals.