Fantasy: One Effort, Ten Thousand Times Critical Hit Harvest! - Chapter 32

Chapter 32: Summary and Investment

As night fell,

Luo Mu returned to his courtyard.

He sat on a stone bench,

gazing at the bright moonlight and began to recall everything that had happened today.

Especially his battle with Feng Qinghe.

With Sword Intent present, he could naturally have ended it in an instant.

But in order to test some things,

he had to spend a bit more time.

“Clearly advantageous, but there are also many shortcomings,”

Luo Mu thought deeply.

Firstly, regarding the Wusheng Sword Classic, the sword technique was exceptionally powerful, not inferior to ordinary upper-grade Xuan-level techniques, but its speed was a bit slow. When faced with someone like Feng Qinghe, who excelled in body techniques,

it was hard to keep up and easy to dodge.

“I need to cultivate a fast sword technique or a body technique,”

he concluded.

Next was the Xuan Yang Overlord Body Technique.

With a slight thought,

a light red qi emerged around his body.

This was merely the initial qi, so Feng Qinghe’s sword technique could actually break through it.

However, he concentrated the dispersed qi into one point, significantly enhancing his defensive power, thereby blocking that sword strike.

“If I cultivate it to perfection, even if the qi is dispersed, I could easily block attacks.”

Luo Mu pondered.

The benefits of a strong physical body had already been fully demonstrated in these battles.

Even if his speed wasn’t sufficient,

as long as his body was strong enough, he could respond to changes with steadfastness, and even seize opportunities to counterattack.

“Once I return to the academy, I’ll exchange for some Pure Yang Essence. With a bit of luck, reaching perfection shouldn’t be a problem.”

From the stronghold mission, he had earned around seventy thousand contribution points.

That should allow him to exchange for plenty of Pure Yang Essence.

“Additionally, to enhance my Sword Intent, I need to cultivate more Xuan-level sword techniques.”

Luo Mu stood up.

The Wusheng Sword Classic had already reached its limit; further practice would be meaningless.

As he organized his thoughts, he realized there were still many areas for improvement.

Moreover—

Luo Mu recalled the conversation during dinner at the tavern.

He had inquired about the inner academy situation.

Cheng Qingman had said that with his current martial arts foundation, even if he stepped into the Spirit Sea, he could only rank within the top thirty in a short time.

The Changle Academy encompassed seven major counties; one could imagine how many prodigious geniuses there were.

In this session, there were estimated to be around thirty individuals in the inner academy who had comprehended the great momentum of martial arts.

And these individuals had already broken through to the Spirit Sea Realm, practicing upper-grade Xuan-level martial arts.

Their strength was extremely formidable.

“This is the gap between the inner and outer academies,”

Luo Mu’s gaze sharpened.

In the outer academy’s hidden martial arts building, there were no upper-grade Xuan-level martial arts; the highest was only middle-grade.

Upper-grade martial arts were only second to Earth-grade.

One could imagine how precious they were; even the academy wouldn’t easily impart them.

Certain conditions needed to be met first.

This also meant that, in terms of martial arts, he wouldn’t easily catch up.

Knock, knock, knock!

Suddenly, there was a knock at the courtyard door.

Luo Mu raised an eyebrow.

At this late hour, who would come to see him?

Could it be Cheng Qingman again?

He opened the door, and sure enough, it was her.

Cheng Qingman was carrying a pile of manuals.

Without waiting for Luo Mu’s consent, she dashed into the courtyard and placed all the manuals on the stone table.

“I’m exhausted!”

Cheng Qingman lightly wiped the beads of sweat from her forehead, picked up a teacup, and drank it down in one gulp, regardless of whether Luo Mu had used it.

“What’s this?”

Luo Mu asked, surprised.

“Uncle Gong said that after comprehending Sword Intent, I need to learn more sword techniques to enhance it, so I went to my family’s treasury to search for some,”

she explained.

“Unfortunately, my father and ancestors were all rough types, either using axes or hammers. The sword techniques are pitifully few, and the grades aren’t particularly high.”

“Junior Brother Luo, you can make do with these for now.”

Cheng Qingman sighed.

“Sword techniques?”

Luo Mu was taken aback, then walked closer, his pupils narrowing.

On the stone table lay a total of fifteen sword technique manuals.

They were all starting from Xuan-level.

Ten were lower-grade Xuan-level, and five were middle-grade Xuan-level.

If this were in the academy—

No, one couldn’t compare this with the academy; the prices of martial arts there were heavily discounted.

It was a student benefit.

In the outside world,

even lower-grade Xuan-level techniques would be considered extremely precious.

They would be treasured as clan martial arts by many families.

Yet now, Cheng Qingman had brought out a total of fifteen in one go.

“Senior Sister Cheng, is there anything you need help with?”

He was currently in need of sword techniques and naturally wouldn’t ignore them, so he got straight to the point.

“Why does Junior Brother Luo say that? Are we not friends now? Friends should naturally help each other!”

Cheng Qingman plopped down on a stool, resting her chin on her hands, her smile bright.

“I’m helping you now, and in the future, if I encounter trouble, I believe Junior Brother Luo will definitely help me too.”

At this point, her intentions were quite direct.

It was an investment in your future.

Upon hearing this,

Luo Mu smiled.

“Senior Sister Cheng has so much confidence in me; aren’t you afraid of putting in effort for nothing?”

“Of course I have confidence! I’m in the inner academy and have seen many geniuses, even prodigies,”

Cheng Qingman’s eyes squinted into beautiful crescents. “Though some people are stronger than you now, I believe that with a bit more time, surpassing them will be a piece of cake!”

“In the future, you’ll definitely become a top-tier powerhouse like my father.”

“No, perhaps even stronger!”

Luo Mu was momentarily taken aback.

He hadn’t expected Cheng Qingman to hold him in such high regard.

But upon reflection, it seemed reasonable.

After all, comprehending the great momentum of martial arts at the True Qi Realm was indeed rare, and anyone would not easily overlook it.

“Thank you, Senior Sister Cheng.”

Luo Mu pondered for a moment, then smiled.

Fifteen Xuan-level sword techniques, five of which were middle-grade Xuan-level.

This was quite a generous offering.

Even if he exchanged them in the academy, his current contribution points would be far from enough.

“Hehe!”

Upon receiving Luo Mu’s response, Cheng Qingman’s eyes sparkled with delight.

Although she was talented, she hadn’t fully inherited her parents’ abilities; one could only say she was an ordinary genius, so her future achievements were limited.

But that didn’t matter.

If she couldn’t be the main support, she could still lean on someone else!

Especially someone with such a bright and promising future!

“Well, I won’t disturb you any longer!”

Cheng Qingman stood up.

She knew that Luo Mu’s thoughts were probably all on the sword manuals now.

Staying too long wouldn’t be meaningful.

“Take care.”

Luo Mu nodded.

His gaze was indeed focused on the manuals.

Seeing this,

Cheng Qingman rolled her eyes playfully.

Martial Arts fanatic!!!

She carefully closed the door.

Cheng Qingman clasped her hands behind her back, her slender fingers intertwined.

She began humming a tune,

and her smile grew even brighter.

Tonight’s moon was truly round!