Fantasy: One Effort, Ten Thousand Times Critical Hit Harvest! - Chapter 33

Chapter 33: Deriving Martial Arts!

In the courtyard,

Luo Mu excitedly sat down and began to flip through the manuals one by one.

It was truly a case of a pillow arriving just when he felt sleepy.

He had just been thinking about enhancing his Sword Intent when Cheng Qingman came over with the sword manuals.

A total of fifteen sword techniques.

Each one had its own characteristics and was entirely different from the Wusheng Sword Classic.

Once he mastered all of them, his Sword Intent would definitely grow considerably!

The only regret was that there were no upper-grade Xuan-level techniques.

Thinking of this,

Luo Mu suddenly paused his movements, and a spark of inspiration lit up in his mind.

Why couldn’t he create one himself?

No,

strictly speaking, it should be deriving!

Creating something out of nothing would undoubtedly be very difficult, but deriving would be much simpler.

After all, he already had a foundation, a framework, and a main body.

He quite liked the Wusheng Sword Classic.

Unless necessary, he didn’t want to change it.

If he could elevate it to upper-grade Xuan-level, then there would be no need for a replacement!

“Now that I’ve comprehended Sword Intent, I’ve truly entered the realm of swordsmanship; I definitely have the qualifications to derive!”

Luo Mu murmured.

If he hadn’t comprehended Sword Intent, he wouldn’t have dared to entertain such thoughts.

Upper-grade Xuan-level techniques are so profound and intricate.

How could they be easily derived?!

But after comprehending Sword Intent, it was as if he had opened a door; his understanding of sword techniques had jumped several levels.

“Moreover, even reading counts as cultivation; how could deriving not count?”

Luo Mu slightly raised his chin.

This was also the most important source of confidence that allowed him to attempt deriving martial arts!

Trying to elevate the Wusheng Sword Classic to upper-grade Xuan-level would undoubtedly be challenging and would require a long time.

But with critical hit rewards on his side,

as long as he got a few high critical hits, he could significantly shorten the required time.

“I’ll give it a try!”

Luo Mu resolved and immediately settled down, carefully examining the fifteen sword manuals on the table.

Since he intended to derive, it wouldn’t be a simple linear enhancement based on existing foundations; he would certainly need to branch out, adding more elements or compensating for weaknesses.

For example, among the fifteen sword manuals,

there was one called Wind Slash Sword Technique, which perfectly addressed the slow speed issue of the Wusheng Sword Classic.

Thus, he needed to thoroughly absorb the content of these fifteen manuals.

He could only derive upward after absorbing the essence of each.

Additionally, if successful, he wouldn’t need to practice so many sword techniques—just the upgraded Wusheng Sword Classic would suffice.

Time passed quickly.

Before long, it was morning, and the sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating the side of Luo Mu’s face.

He slowly put down the sword manual in his hands,

a smile spreading across his face.

He had initially thought it would take two to three days to fully digest these sword manuals,

but it only took one night.

This was thanks to Sword Intent.

As mentioned earlier, after comprehending Sword Intent, his ability to understand and grasp sword techniques had drastically improved.

He no longer felt lost as he had in the beginning, where he would finish reading and be confused, not knowing what it all meant.

Plus, there were the critical hit rewards.

So in just one night, he had absorbed it all.

“The Wind Slash Sword Technique emphasizes speed; when practiced to perfection, one can slash out nearly a hundred times in a breath!”

“The Heavenly Water Wave Sword Technique focuses on the enhancement of sword power, where each subsequent slash surpasses the last; by the tenth slash, the power can increase to ten times!”

In front of Luo Mu lay a sheet of paper.

It was filled with notes, each capturing the essence of every sword technique—not merely simple records but covering all the details.

“Next, I can try to derive!”

Luo Mu took out a blank manual.

He slowly closed his eyes.

With complete focus, he immersed himself and began the derivation.

An hour later—

Ding!

“You have concentrated your efforts and focused all your energy, deeply deriving the Wusheng Sword Classic, triggering a critical hit and obtaining thirty times the rewards!”

The system prompt sounded.

A smile immediately appeared on Luo Mu’s face.

Indeed, his thoughts were correct; deriving also counted as cultivation.

In an instant, a wealth of information and content flooded his mind.

But he was still far from success.

“Continue!”

Luo Mu thought no more.

At this time,

outside the courtyard,

Cheng Qingman, Jiang Hai, and Lin Rufeng had arrived.

Today was the day they had agreed to leave Xunyang City and return to the academy.

However, after knocking for quite a while,

there was no response.

“Junior Brother Luo hasn’t… gotten stuck again, has he?”

Jiang Hai said.

He used the word “stuck.”

It felt like the only word that accurately described it.

“Probably.”

Cheng Qingman nodded.

Yesterday, she had given Luo Mu so many sword manuals at once.

Given Luo Mu’s obsession with martial arts, he would indeed… get stuck in them!

“What should we do?”

Jiang Hai shrugged.

“You two can go back first,”

Cheng Qingman said. “I’ll wait a bit longer for Junior Brother Luo.”

“Alright.”

Jiang Hai and Lin Rufeng nodded.

Both had other matters to attend to, so they couldn’t linger here for too long.

“You also need to keep an eye on the time; don’t let Junior Brother Luo miss the academy’s grand ceremony.”

Lin Rufeng remarked.

With Junior Brother Luo’s strength, he would surely shine at the academy’s grand ceremony.

Notable figures from the Seven Counties of Changle would be present.

If he missed it, it would be a tremendous loss.

“Don’t worry.”

Cheng Qingman replied.

“Mm.”

Then the two turned and left.

“I wonder if my father will attend the academy’s grand ceremony?”

Cheng Qingman crossed her arms.

The academy’s grand ceremony was not merely a competition among students.

It held great significance.

The Great Zhou Dynasty had seven academies directly under the court, and students who performed exceptionally at the ceremony could enter various departments within the dynasty.

However, most people would choose to join the military.

Because the military was slightly more straightforward, away from the court; as long as one achieved military merit, there would be opportunities for nobility and even the title of king.

“He should.”

Cheng Qingman’s gaze drifted.

For such a grand event, her father wouldn’t miss it. She remembered hearing her father complain long ago.

Saying there were no capable people under him, and they were all useless.

“At that time, I must properly introduce Junior Brother Luo to my father!”

Cheng Qingman’s lips curled up, her smile radiant.