Azure Heaven Saber
Chapter 1068 - 1068 29 Feng Ying Speaks 2 in 1_2

Chapter 1068: Chapter 29 Feng Ying Speaks [2 in 1]_2 Chapter 1068: Chapter 29 Feng Ying Speaks [2 in 1]_2 With only a blunt knife, relying solely on the inherent smoothness of the blade and following the grain of the wood, he split it in two, a clean cut all the way through!

How does one use a knife that is not sturdy to cut through desired objects without damaging or degrading the blade itself?

And how does one wield a knife in the midst of thousands of soldiers, battling to the end, and still find it usable?

How does one manipulate a blade when facing an enemy stronger than oneself, using the features of the enemy’s weapon to suppress with the characteristics of the knife?

Until at last, a ‘natural air’ of ‘with a blade in hand, I am invincible’ sublimely emanates from within the heart.

It is an accumulation bit by bit.

Only when one is extremely familiar with the knife in hand, and uses it to win a hundred battles, can such a momentum emerge!

In this person’s hands, any part of the blade can be utilized, all can kill, all can slaughter!

Ultimately, this person simply stands still, even with the knife still sheathed and just stands there bare-handed.

But the strong demon beasts, powerful as mountains and oceans, pounce on him and they are as though striking the sharpest blade in the world, all cleaved apart, all killed!

Feng Yin could not believe yet had to believe what he saw, that this person truly did not move a single finger from beginning to end.

For at this moment, every part of his body was a knife, every edge the sharpest of blades, indestructible, unbreakable!

Forcing oneself against the invincible blade is clearly a death wish, certainly self-destruction!

“Sword intent, what is sword intent?”

In the end, that illusory figure stood firm in the air, holding a long knife, the blade glistening.

He whispered softly, “My intent is the sword’s intent, the sword’s intent is my intent, my intent is the heavenly intent, sword intent, is indeed the heavenly intent.”

“This, is the sword intent!”

Upon witnessing this, Feng Yin had an epiphany, couldn’t help but stand up with his knife in hand, the blade whistling out, instinctively merging with the weapon.

But this time, Feng Yin felt that the feedback from the knife in his hand was vastly different from before!

The images of that knife-wielding figure he had seen along the way seemed to be his real experiences.

It seemed as if just one or two more practices would be enough to completely make it his own!

It was a very magical yet solid feeling.

The Spiritual Transformation Technique, after a breakthrough advancement, seemed to respond at this moment, like unlocking something, and with a force many times stronger than the usual cultivation rate, it broke the calm, like a torrent burst open a dam.

Feng Yin’s cultivation level began to rise steeply from the fourth grade at Cloud Top, ascending all the way up.

The speed and extent of this enhancement were terrifying.

With the support of the sword intent cultivation experience, there was no such thing as an unstable foundation.

Cultivation soared unprecedentedly, tumultuous and unrestrained, like still waters run deep in the meridians, undisturbed yet irresistibly potent. Even as one bottleneck after another appeared, they were breached almost instantaneously.

As cultivation claimed new meridians, the power surged forward incessantly, embarking on the next stretch of the journey, in an ever-recurring cycle.

The Dao Classics silently flipped to the second page, casting a sentence into Feng Yin’s sea of consciousness—

“When you rise to the high heavens, draw a blade for me.”

In that instant, Feng Yin felt as if time had reversed, and he was back to that day in the small river town.

This momentum of surging cultivation lasted until he reached the eighth grade at Cloud Top before coming to a halt.

Even Feng Yin himself was terrified of the degree of this rapid cultivation progress.

This was simply too fast.

It should be known that according to the cultivation progress of the Spiritual Transformation Technique, he was only at the third layer.

The Spiritual Transformation Technique is, after all, divided into nine levels.

What would happen when reaching the highest levels?

That must be a height too terrifying to even contemplate!

As Feng Yin’s thoughts turned, he acted decisively and consumed the reward from Heavenly Judge, the Soul-shaping Pill.

Unlike the Seven-turn Golden Pill that sounded grand just from its name, Feng Yin was well aware of the efficacy of another medicinal pill, the Soul-shaping Pill, which was known and desired by profound cultivators.

However, this pill was extremely rare, so much so that someone at the pinnacle like Qing Ming scarcely had one to cherish. Without hesitation, Feng Yin quickly assimilated its benefits for his own use—that was the proper course of action!

Once completely assimilated, Feng Yin truly felt that the concentration of his spirit had ascended one more level.

To put it in a more metaphorical sense, one could say that a person has three spirits and seven souls, which might suffer loss due to the curse of some malefic cultivation technique.

Yet Feng Yin’s spirits and souls were now wholly integrated, attaining true unity.

To be more precise, external forces would no longer be able to damage him by attacking his spirit and soul.

“Next is this Seven-turn Golden Pill. Its name is not recorded in any classic, its specific effects unknown, a bit tricky indeed!”

Feng Yin looked at it and decided to just swallow it first and ask questions later.

After all, the pills distributed by Heavenly Judge were not only top-notch items, but also suitable for immediate consumption; there had never been any exceptions or adverse effects.

Operating on the principle of cutting through chaos decisively, Feng Yin swallowed the Seven-turn Golden Pill, but then immediately regretted it.

For just after achieving a breakthrough, the limit of his spiritual energy, following the ingestion of the golden pill, again surged forward tumultuously, relentless in its advance.

What’s more, after the Seven-turn Golden Pill entered his body, it did not transform into quintessential spiritual energy, but rather turned into a golden light that expanded, softened, and repaired the sequence of meridians, and then accompanied the surging spiritual energy back and forth.