45: Chapter 45 Enlightenment of the Pure Yang Limitless Skill

Taking advantage of the night, Zhang Sanfeng once again came to the side of South Lake.

The moon hung in the center of the sky, the lake surface shimmering, and the water vapor misted like gauze.

He sat cross-legged on a bluestone, operating the Taiji Mental Method to calm his breath, his fingertips unconsciously grazing the water surface, sending out ripples.

Just at this moment, the Yitian World Origin deep within his Dantian suddenly became restless, and a stream of extremely pure Pure Yang Dao Rhyme gushed out, merging with the water vapor of South Lake.

At the same time, a strange yet homologous, heavy aura rose from the depths of the earth, colliding with the Yitian World Origin with a roar, immediately transforming into Yin and Yang fish, slowly circulating within his body.

This was the Origin aura of the Legend of the Condor Heroes World!

The two Origins intersected and fused, and countless insights regarding the Dao of martial arts flooded into his mind like a tidal wave.

Zhang Sanfeng felt his mind become clear, and his consciousness instantly sank into the deepest state of Epiphany.

He did not deliberately guide it, letting the power of the Origin wash over his limbs and bones, while the Internal Skill that had accompanied him his whole life—the Pure Yang Infinite Skill—actually began to operate and transform on its own under the nourishment of the two Origins.

In a trance, Zhang Sanfeng seemed to have returned to Wudang Mountain a hundred years ago.

At that time, he was still a thin and weak youth, with mediocre Foundation, but a relatively high Comprehension Ability.

Through a portion of the Nine Yang Manual taught by his Master Jueyuan, and through decades of continuous exploration and research, he finally created the Pure Yang Infinite Skill that was perfectly suited to him.

When the technique was completed, he had a realization: "This technique defies the heavens to change fate, but it also goes against the heavens. How far one can go depends entirely on one's own Heart-Nature."

It was precisely this Cultivation Technique that completely changed his fate.

It was like a flame that never went out, burning the Impurities within his body day and night, forcibly reshaping his mediocre Foundation into a one-in-ten-thousand Innate Pure Yang Dao Body.

It forged an unbreakable martial arts Foundation for him, allowing him to catch up from behind on the path of Cultivation, growing step by step from an ordinary Martial Artist into a Grandmaster of the Martial Forest, and finally breaking through to the Realm of Great Grandmaster, becoming the martial arts legend of the Yitian World.

Now, with the blessing of the two World Origins, this divine skill that had accompanied him his whole life finally welcomed a thorough transformation and ultimate Perfection.

I don't know how much time passed, but the east began to turn the color of a fish belly.

Zhang Sanfeng slowly opened his eyes, two golden streams of Pure Yang light flashing across his eyes before disappearing.

He gently clenched his fist, feeling the Pure Yang Dao Rhyme within his body surging like a river or sea, with every inch of skin, every meridian, and every acupoint shining brightly under the nourishment of the misty purple Qi produced by the Pure Yang power.

He had finally completed the sublimation of the Pure Yang Infinite Skill and clearly perceived the insurmountable chasm of practicing this divine skill:

Firstly, before practicing the Pure Yang Infinite Skill, one must possess a breath of Innate Pure Yang Qi; without this Innate Pure Yang Qi as a seed, forcing the practice would only lead to death by incineration from the Pure Yang power; this alone eliminated ninety-nine percent of Martial Artists.

Secondly, this technique is a Pure Yang Virgin Skill; once one loses their virginity, the Pure Yang Qi will dissipate, and their internal power will stagnate or even gradually decline.

Thirdly, one must have unwavering perseverance, needing to meditate for four hours every day to refine the Pure Yang; it takes thirty years to reach Minor Achievement, and nearly a hundred years to reach Major Achievement; the slightest slackening would result in all previous efforts being wasted.

Fourthly, one must have a clear and pure state of mind; if one harbors greed, anger, or delusion, the Pure Yang power will backfire, leading to Qi Deviation and death by explosion.

These thresholds turned the Pure Yang Infinite Skill into an almost impossible-to-replicate supreme martial art.

It was destined to be practiced only by the extremely few people with high perseverance and determination; it was a Cultivation Technique for those with affinity.

Corresponding to its practice thresholds were its unparalleled benefits for the Martial Artist.

The Pure Yang Infinite Skill could subtly and continuously improve and elevate the Martial Artist's Foundation and Aptitude, forging an unparalleled and perfect Dao Foundation for them.

Moreover, the Pure Yang Infinite Skill could increase its effect of improving Aptitude as the Martial Artist's Realm increased, providing the prerequisite for a Martial Artist to catch up from behind and achieve success late in life.

This allowed this Cultivation Technique not only to be practiced in low-martial worlds but also to adapt to medium-martial, high-martial, and even immortal-martial worlds.

This was a supreme Internal Skill and Mind-Cultivation Technique that could accompany him for his entire life and continuously advance.

With the Perfection of the Pure Yang Infinite Skill, the Pure Yang Qi within Zhang Sanfeng's body underwent another qualitative transformation.

The semi-solid Protective Aura of his Internal Energy transformed into Pure Yang Dao Rhyme, completely merging with his own Divine Soul and Physical Body.

His strength surged once again; if his cultivation were fully restored to the Perfection of the Great Grandmaster, he could unleash strength not weaker than the Early Stage of the Martial Emperor Realm.

And the Taiji Cultivation Technique he created for the Wudang Sect's Legacy was the opposite: there were no restrictions on Foundation, age, or status; a three-year-old child could practice it, and an eighty-year-old man could also Cultivate it.

It required no deep Internal Skill Foundation; one only needed to be persistent to strengthen the body and prolong life.

Even an ordinary person with no martial arts talent could train to have the power to protect themselves.

The later stages of Taiji required extremely high Comprehension Ability and state of mind; it truly was "easy to learn but difficult to Master, benefiting all under heaven."

"Taiji benefits all living beings, while Pure Yang alone suppresses the universe."

Zhang Sanfeng whispered to himself, a glimmer of realization flashing in his eyes.

This was the two paths he had set for the Wudang Sect's Daoist lineage—one leading to the masses, making martial arts no longer the privilege of a few; the other accompanying him for his life, serving as the reliance for him to advance to higher Realms.

The Taiji Cultivation Technique also had great potential and could serve as a coordinator for him to continuously fuse and absorb the techniques of other worlds.

The two complemented each other.

With the Perfection of the Pure Yang Infinite Skill, his cultivation naturally recovered to the Grandmaster Realm.

As the Pure Yang Infinite Skill operated, all three hundred and sixty-five acupoints in his body were activated by the Pure Yang power, each one like a small sun, continuously producing pure and misty purple Qi.

As his subsequent Realms improved, more acupoints would be developed, and the potential of his Physical Body would be continuously highlighted.

In the Legend of the Condor Heroes World, he was already one of the few top experts.

He calmly suppressed his cultivation back to the Early Stage of the Innate Realm, not even leaking a trace of Pure Yang Qi.

Zhang Sanfeng stood up, brushed the dust off his body, and prepared to return to the dilapidated temple.

Just as he reached the temple entrance, he saw a figure in a green shirt standing under the old locust tree.

The figure held a short sword, practicing the Yue Maiden Sword Technique move by move under the moonlight, but although the sword moves were fast, they were clearly somewhat scattered, and the tip of the sword trembled slightly from time to time, clearly indicating a restless mind.

Tomorrow was the appointment with Master Qiu Chuji at the Zuixian Restaurant; the deep blood feud of the Guo and Yang families and the future of the two unborn children all weighed on the shoulders of the Jiangnan Seven Freaks.

The more she practiced, the more chaotic her mind became, feeling a tightness in her chest; she sheathed her sword and stood, gazing blankly in the direction of Jiaxing City.

Zhang Sanfeng softened his footsteps, not wanting to disturb her, but unexpectedly, he stepped on a dead branch, which snapped with a soft sound.

"Who?!"

Han Xiaoying turned around abruptly, a cold light flashing in her eyes.

In this dilapidated temple in the wilderness, someone suddenly appearing in the middle of the night was definitely not a good person.

She didn't have time to think, flicked her wrist, and the short sword transformed into a green beam of light, stabbing straight at Zhang Sanfeng's heart.

This sword strike was fast and ruthless, the killing move of the Yue Maiden Sword Technique, "Xi Shi Holding Her Heart," clearly taking him for a villain who had followed her.

Zhang Sanfeng had long since noticed, tilted his feet slightly, and his figure drifted aside like a willow catkin by half a foot, just enough to dodge the tip of the sword.

Han Xiaoying missed with her strike and did not linger in the fight; she turned her wrist, changed her sword moves again, and used "Jade Maiden Shuttle" and "Zhaojun Exiting the Frontier" in succession, the sword light covering Zhang Sanfeng's whole body like raindrops.

She had practiced the Yue Maiden Sword since she was a child, and her fast sword skills had a small reputation in the Jiangnan Martial Forest; now, fighting with all her might, it was even more fierce and unparalleled.

But Zhang Sanfeng remained unhurried, his feet stepping with the most basic Wudang footwork, his figure weaving through the sword light as if strolling in a courtyard.

He neither drew his sword nor counterattacked, but occasionally raised his sleeve to flick it gently, or pointed his fingertip casually, always able to precisely deflect the tip of Han Xiaoying's sword.

"The sword moves are too hurried; the power is spent at the tip."

"The lower stance is unstable, floating and powerless."

"Only knowing how to seek speed, not understanding how to retain power."

Every time he said a sentence, he happened to point out a flaw in Han Xiaoying's sword technique.

The more Han Xiaoying fought, the more shocked she became; she had used all her strength, but couldn't even touch the corner of the opponent's clothes, and instead, was made to feel completely uncomfortable by his few words.

She gritted her teeth and suddenly unleashed her trump card, the "Yue Maiden's Startled Swan," the short sword turning into a stream of light, stabbing straight at the center of Zhang Sanfeng's eyebrows.

Just at the moment the sword tip was about to touch his eyebrows, Zhang Sanfeng gently pinched with his right index and middle fingers, steadily clamping the sword blade.

With a soft "clink," Han Xiaoying felt a gentle yet irresistible force coming, and the short sword could no longer advance even a fraction.

She tried to pull back with force, but the sword blade was as if clamped by iron pliers, not moving a bit.

"It is Heroine Han, right? You have misunderstood." Zhang Sanfeng released his fingers, stepped back half a step, and bowed slightly.

"This Daoist, Zhang Sanfeng, is just passing by and is staying the night in the dilapidated temple."

Han Xiaoying held the short sword that had slipped from her grasp, her cheeks turning red, both ashamed and embarrassed: "I am sorry, Daoist. I was too reckless. I thought it was... it was the enemy coming to the door."

She recalled how she had attacked with all her might just now, but the other party had always shown mercy, making her even more grateful and respectful.

"Daoist's martial arts are profound, and this young woman admires you. Just now, Daoist said my sword technique has many flaws; please, Daoist, do not hesitate to teach me!"

As she said this, she bowed deeply to the end, her attitude extremely sincere.

Zhang Sanfeng looked at the earnestness in her eyes and nodded slightly.

"The Yue Maiden Sword Technique was passed down from ancient times and is originally a supreme sword technique that can break ten thousand techniques with one sword. Unfortunately, passed down to this day, it only retains its form and has not attained its spirit."

"You blindly pursue speed and ruthlessness, but forget that the essence of the Yue Maiden Sword lies in 'spirit' and 'change'."

He reached out to take the short sword handed over by Han Xiaoying, flicked his wrist lightly, and began to dance it slowly.

There was no fierce Sword Qi, no astonishing momentum, but the sword moves were as smooth and unobstructed as floating clouds and flowing water.

It was the same "Xi Shi Holding Her Heart," but used in his hands, it had a bit more agility and elegance, the sword tip appearing to stab yet not, hiding countless subsequent moves.

The same "Yue Maiden's Startled Swan" was no longer a desperate fight of going forward without looking back, but was free in advancing and retreating, with emptiness and reality intertwined.

He quietly integrated the Yin and Yang harmony Concept of Taiji into the Yue Maiden Sword Technique.

When hard, it could destroy the withered and crush the rotten; when soft, it could penetrate stone with dripping water; it was fast as lightning and slow as floating clouds.

Han Xiaoying stood to the side, watching without blinking.

She felt as if her eyes were suddenly opened; a Bottleneck that had troubled her for many years suddenly shattered at this moment, and she stepped into the Middle Stage of the Innate Realm.

So sword techniques could be practiced like this!

So the true meaning of the Yue Maiden Sword was never about blind slaughter, but the unity of person and sword, the free circulation of Sword Intent.

Zhang Sanfeng sheathed his sword and stood, handing the short sword back to her: "You try."

Han Xiaoying took the short sword, took a deep breath, and according to the Concept demonstrated by Zhang Sanfeng just now, began to dance slowly.

At first, it was a bit stiff, but soon it became smoother and smoother.

As the sword light flowed, a faint Sword Intent emanated from her body, several times sharper than before, yet also with a bit more harmony and transparency.

When the last sword was thrust out, Han Xiaoying felt her Internal Energy surging endlessly within her body, and the short sword in her hand seemed to have gained life.

She sheathed her sword and stood, her eyes full of excited tears: "Thank you, Daoist! Thank you for your guidance, Daoist! If it were not for you, I would never have been able to comprehend the Yue Maiden Sword Intent in my life!"

"It was just a small effort." Zhang Sanfeng smiled slightly and put the peach wood sword back on his back.

"For tomorrow's martial arts competition, remember to control movement with stillness and overcome hardness with softness. Although Master Qiu Chuji's Quanzhen Sword Technique is fierce, it has traces to follow."

Han Xiaoying nodded heavily, said a few more words of gratitude, and then hurried away.

She had to go back immediately to tell her brothers about the insights she had just gained.

Watching Han Xiaoying's departing figure, the smile on Zhang Sanfeng's face gradually disappeared.

Just now, when in close contact with Han Xiaoying, he clearly smelled a faint, nauseating, fishy odor on the corner of her clothes—

Baituo Mountain had already made a move against the Jiangnan Seven Freaks.

He raised his hand to feel the endlessly surging Pure Yang Dao Rhyme within his body, and a smile curled at the corners of his mouth.

Tomorrow's Zuixian Restaurant would be his first battle in the Legend of the Condor Heroes World.