Demoness, where are you Fleeing to?
Chapter 120 - 117: Level Seven Alarm (Asking for Monthly Tickets and Subscriptions)_1

Chapter 120: Chapter 117: Level Seven Alarm (Asking for Monthly Tickets and Subscriptions)_1

"The true meaning of Martial Law refers to the unity of form, spirit, emotion, and reason, as well as the coordination of reality and illusion. It originates from the human heart and Primordial Spirit, yet is also contained within the myriad phenomena of heaven and earth."

Early in the morning, Li Chengji, who was unable to sleep in his study, came to the training ground in the backyard to explain Martial Intention to Li Xuan, "It is both a principle of heaven and earth and an extension of human will—"

Li Xuan blinked his eyes at the side, "Old man, I can’t quite understand. Please, speak in plain terms."

Li Chengji couldn’t help but look at him speechlessly, then fell into contemplation, "It’s quite complicated actually, I think it’s better to demonstrate it to you. There are three levels of Wu intention, the most basic of which is this."

With a wave of his hand, he made a palm slash, then asked Li Xuan, "Xuan, did you see it clearly?"

Li Xuan thought to himself, what is so clear about your pompous palm chop? Are you showing off your Divine Skills that can freeze a hundred feet with a single strike?

But as he was about to make a sarcastic remark, he suddenly had an epiphany.

"This strike feels in harmony with the world, with winter, with freeze."

Li Chengji immediately broke into a laugh, his face reddening, "My son indeed has an exceptionally acute comprehension! This is exactly what you’ve comprehended. This kind of martial intention, which is the most basic, is about understanding the profound principles of heaven and earth, and embodying these true meanings within your own martial practice. For instance, thunder, fire, ice, etc., each has its own natural law, manifested form, and natural phenomena, all of which are contained within the myriad phenomena of heaven and earth. If we can truly manifest them as they are, we have grasped the true meanings, this is also the most common in the ’intention’ of Martial Law."

"What about the level above this?" Li Xuan asked curiously, "What is the intermediate level of martial intention?"

"Like this!"

Li Chengji swung another palm chop, and once again the Cold Power froze a hundred feet.

—If there was any difference, it was that Li Chengji deployed the simplified version of the ’Frozen Blade’, derived from the original ’Hanliu Qianli’.

Maybe others couldn’t see any difference in his strike, but Li Xuan figured it out.

"It seems a bit off, mixed with other things, but the power seems slightly stronger."

"This is the second kind, the martial intention that I expanded from the ’Frozen Blade’. It incorporates the ’True Meaning of Cold Law’, but not limited to it."

Li Chengji looked at his hand, "Years of practice allow me to use this secret of the sword to infuse the principles and truths I desire into my Zhenyuan, my technique, my weapon, and even in the present world, letting them change according to my will."

Li Xuan closed his eyes as if understanding something, "So the highest level of martial intention, is to use one’s own spiritual thoughts to interfere with heaven and earth, to intervene in reality?"

"Almost." Li Chengji nodded approvingly, "But this kind of martial intention is something I’ve never managed to cultivate. Thus, I’m extremely thrilled that you cultivated ’Great Rectitude Martial Intention’. This is the highest level of the true meaning of Martial Law. As long as your Zhenyuan is sufficient and your Primordial Spirit is strong in the future, you can truly interfere with heaven and earth, and distort reality."

The key is that your martial intention can also be used in combination with the true meaning of different laws, making them even more powerful. It also enhances the restraint against malicious entities. In essence, there are numerous benefits. In the future, your soul and spirit will be much stronger than other Wu cultivators."

Li Xuan was stunned, "Is the notion of Great Rectitude really that amazing? In that case, wouldn’t every Confucian scholar be outrageously formidable?"

"How could that be? There are indeed many in Confucianism who cultivate ’Great Rectitude’, but most of them are mishmashes, not even as good as the lowest level of the true meaning of Martial Law."

Li Chengji scoffed with disdain, "What kind of figure is Wen Zhonglie? He is a cultural Confucianism who stepped into the heavenly level, and almost became a Saint over the past millennium. His Song of Righteousness, the teaching material for scholars practicing Great Rectitude for hundreds of years, needs to be recited daily. How can your Great Rectitude, which is derived from Wen Zhonglie, be compared to the deviations of these corrupt individuals?"

He regretted greatly, "If I had known earlier, I would have trained you in literature. Who else would be suitable for Confucianism in future Jin Dynasty other than you? "

Li Xuan also had regrets, he thought that if he had known earlier about his capability to cultivate such an impressive ’Great Rectitude’, wouldn’t it be cooler to become a scholar?

However, Li Xuan understood that if he really did plagiarize for fame and profit, his Great Rectitude would diverge greatly from Wen Zhonglie and they would part ways.

He was itching to test his swordsmanship and see how it differed from before.

However, while Li Chengji was willing to demonstrate and explain the true meaning of Martial Law, he firmly forbade Li Xuan from trying it himself.

Actually, Li Xuan himself also understood the consequences. He knew that if he couldn’t restrain himself now and left any hidden troubles, he would be the one to suffer in the future.

At the same time, he knew that he owed a lot in the path of martial arts. Since he had time while recovering from his injuries at home, Li Xuan decided to simply listen to Li Chengji’s lessons.

The latter might have higher expectations for this second son, and he put a lot of effort into his explanations. He broke down and analyzed every move and style of the two family martial arts for Li Xuan.

This broadened Li Xuan’s horizons and brought a qualitative improvement in his understanding of ’Frozen Blade’ and ’Cold Breath Fierce Palm’.

Li Xuan was also taking it in with the same vigor he had for his college entrance exam, absorbing every word and sentence taught by Li Chengji.

Even if he didn’t understand some parts, he tried to remember them as they were, to ponder over them in the future.

Although Li Xuan returned safely from his trip to the Nether Realm a few days ago, and gained quite a few benefits, his sense of crisis was not diminished, but increased, and his demand for martial power became more urgent.

What Li Xuan, who gradually became obsessed with martial arts, did not know was that he was missed by more than one girl in the city of Jinling at this time.

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At noon, in Xiaoguan Garden, located in the east of Jinling City.

This place was originally a mansion built by the Duke of Liang at the beginning of the Jin Dynasty. It is famous for its elegant and exquisite, quiet and simple, and beautiful scenery, and is known as one of the eight famous gardens in Jiangnan.

But in the late years of the Great Ancestor, the Duke of Liang was killed for treason. This mansion had been passed down through many hands.

Until recently, this elegant garden was bought by Xue, a distinguished family in Jiangnan.

At this time, in a flat area in the southeastern part of the Xiaoguan Garden, Xue Yunrou was standing in the center, her mana operating, controlling a small flying sword, practicing the Sword Control Technique.

But her mind was not on the sword, her eyes were blank, seemingly lost in thought.

This lasted for a moment, and when Xue Yunrou ran out of mana and woke up, she discovered that she had unknowingly carved a young man’s silhouette on the large tree in front of her. The words ’Xuan’, ’Li Xuan’ were even engraved next to it, more than twenty in total.

Xue Yunrou’s face turned slightly red, and she glanced around in a hurry and found no one was looking. She quickly used her sword to erase all the carvings and words on the tree.

Just as she destroyed all the evidence, a group of women came over from a distance. Leading the group was her mother.

"Yunrou, why won’t you listen? Your uncle has already said that you need to rest and cannot be too active these days. Otherwise, the wound on your ribs will open, and it will leave a scar. You are a girl, don’t let your future husband’s family dislike you."

"Mother, please set your mind at ease!" Xue Yunrou respectfully greeted her mother: "I know my priorities, I was just using some techniques, it won’t affect my wound."

"If you truly understood priorities, you wouldn’t have gone alone to the Chenghuang Temple to seek assistance and got involved in the Nether Realm incident."

Madam Xue sniffed with a bit of displeasure: "I have already scolded you for this matter, I won’t repeat myself today, but you must heed this warning. Your cultivation level is not even worth mentioning in this world, don’t lose yourself again."

Then her voice softened again: "Just now, the Duke of Zhendong’s mansion sent an invitation. The old lady there is having her sixtieth birthday, and they invited me to join the feast in a few days. Yunrou, would you like to come with me to distract your mind?"

Xue Yunrou was unenthusiastic: "No! At such events, there are always a bunch of so-called young talents, it’s boring. It’s not distracting, it’s punishing."

"You have to go." Madam Xue shook her head: "In this large city of Nanjing, there are indeed no outstanding young people. But the Duke of Zhendong’s mansion has quite a connection with our family, Yunrou, you still need to go and wish the old lady a happy birthday."

She thought of the day at Duke Xuguo’s mansion when a group of nobles’ sons were there, bragging about their achievements, and she felt suffocated.

"Also, your aunt wants me to invite the wife of Earl Chengyi for Hanyun’s wedding. She seems to have taken a liking to Earl Chengyi’s second son, and wants to test the lady’s intention at the Duke of Zhendong’s birthday feast. Your aunt thinks Yunrou, you have a way with words, and can help."

Xue Yunrou originally wanted to say ’Mother, can’t you just say that I need to recuperate and help me turn it down’, but when she heard this, she could no longer remain calm.

She blinked her bright eyes, and the look in her eyes was extremely complex: "In that case, I will accompany mother then."