C8

The figure that had been waiting at the entrance of the Royal College for years straight did not appear again. Because the school she was in was different, Yun Na's familiar figure seemed to have disappeared into thin air, and she did not see it even once every single day. Lan Feng would not take the initiative to look for her before her own abilities could no longer be exposed to the light. That would not improve their relationship in the slightest, unless he could prove that she was not someone who would stoop to depravity.

Lan Feng Mercier, the young man who once dominated the imperial capital, and even the entire empire, had lost all of his resplendent halo. Ever since the news of him losing his Origin Qi had spread out, other than the sarcasm and ridicule from Kateli and the others, he had become transparent.

No one was making things difficult for him, no one cared about him, he became someone who did not need to be helped. Having lost his magic and battle spirit, if not for his status as a family member, he wouldn't even be able to match up to an ordinary commoner.

He was still as calm and collected as ever between the academy and the Duke's Mansion. However, from the perspective of outsiders, his mood had completely changed. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to call him a walking corpse. Other than himself, perhaps only Duke Longth believed that some kind of miracle was quietly happening, like a little grass pressed under a rock in spring.

One day …

Two days.

One month, two months.

There were only four hours of sleep per day, and the rest of the time was entirely devoted to cultivation. Just absorbing the zhenqi required more than four hours per day for meditation.

He knew that the Nine Yin Meridians and the Nine Yang True Classic were mutually beneficial to each other, but he did not know that in the world of martial arts, no one had ever possessed two kinds of mental cultivation methods at the same time.

In addition, even if one practiced a single mental cultivation method, one could only absorb true qi for two hours every day. As for him, his tough meridians, which had undergone the baptism of Dou Qi, did not need to worry about this before they reached the third stage. At least eight hours of absorption every day allowed his training speed to be four times faster than an ordinary person's. With the difference in his meridians, his Circulatory Cycle Revolution was at least twice that of an ordinary person. His mental capacity had greatly increased the quality of the Circulatory Cycle Revolution, and it was also at least twice that of an ordinary person's.

Adding all of them together, his cultivation speed was sixteen times faster than an ordinary person's! In other words, one month of his cultivation was equivalent to a year and a half of someone else's cultivation. And his one year was 10 years of arduous cultivation!

Ten months passed in the blink of an eye. Ten months of uninterrupted training. Although he only slept for a short four hours every day, the effect of his zhenqi did not affect his energy in the slightest. Every time he finished meditating, he would become more energetic.

In the first stage of the Solitary Nine Swords, the sharp sword stage, one month after breaking through to the first stage, he had completely met the corresponding requirements for the changes, and his understanding of martial arts had also become more and more astute. Sword moves were the usage of zhenqi. Without moves, it was completely useless to not use zhenqi. However, compared to moves, true qi was the most important. Without the support of true qi, any moves were just a joke. The two complemented each other, just like yin and yang qi complementing each other.

Two months ago, he could easily deduce the second stage of the Solitary Nine Swords's flexible sword stage. Although his moves did not change, the number of changes to each move of the flexible sword stage had more than doubled.

All martial arts in this world, only speed was unbreakable!

The Solitary Nine Swords was precisely a victory with speed, with only attacking and not defending, because the opponent simply did not have the opportunity to make a move. The difference between each realm, other than the difference between the strength of one's true qi, was the increase in speed. The number of changes from the first to the second realm had increased from 18 to 40. To put it simply, he had struck out 40 times in the blink of an eye with a flexible sword that was far more difficult to control than a hard sword!

Yes, he had done it, under the circumstance of breaking through to the flexible sword realm and adding on the current situation of his Zhen Qi, his current strength was definitely not inferior to a battle master at the early stage of the Green Stage!

But the next problem had also appeared. The third stage of the Solitary Nine Swords — — Heavy Sword Stage.

A heavy sword with no edge, a heavy sword that wasn't hard work, using a hundred kilogram heavy sword as a weapon, deducing sixty different forms in one move. To Lan Feng, this was undoubtedly a pipe dream. With his current zhen qi level, the strength of his hands could almost reach a thousand jin. It was not difficult to wield the hundred Jin heavy sword, but to use this fifty Jin heavy sword as an embroidery needle, he had to evolve dozens of variations.

In Tian Dan, one warm and one cold zhenqi circulated unceasingly. It was no longer the size of a grape half a year ago, but rather, it was almost as if it had expanded to five times its original size.

"In the heavy sword stage, one must possess sufficiently powerful true energy, and use the hundred jin heavy sword as a branch to play around with it as if it was already used to it, right? With my current abilities, I can't even make it to ten changes. "

At night, after school, Lan Feng walked home while pondering about various problems during his cultivation.

He was also more aware of the importance of true qi. The Solitary Nine Swords was a little better, he could still train even if his true qi was extremely weak. It was just that its power was not enough. However, that Greater Teleportation of the Universe was known as the ultimate cultivation method that allowed one to transcend martial arts. Currently, he did not even have the qualifications to practice it.

"When one's zhenqi has yet to reach the third level, he is unable to cultivate. Now, the zhenqi in his body is about to reach its limit, so I hope that he can achieve a breakthrough as soon as possible."

As he muttered the words that only he could hear, one of his feet had already stepped into the Duke's Mansion. Suddenly, he saw a strange expression on the two guards' faces. It was a very strange expression.

Lan Feng stopped in his tracks, puzzled. He frowned and asked a guard: "Kali, what's the matter?"

Colley held onto the two-handed sword at his waist, looking like he wanted to say something but stopped in his tracks. Lan Feng frowned his eyebrows once again, and turned to walk towards the hall. He could already tell from Cory's expression that something had happened. He didn't need to say anything to make sure he knew when he went in.

On the right was the master of the house, Duke Longth. On the left was an old man who looked slightly older than Longth, who had a skinny body.

Lan Feng was stunned at first, then immediately went forward and bowed. "Lan Feng greets Duke of Carruchi."

This old man was the current Patriarch of the Kite Family, Duke of Carruchi. He was also the Prime Minister of the Empire of Sarn and was even Yun Na's grandfather. The two families had always been on good terms with each other, but due to political reasons, they needed to avoid suspicion. The two dukes didn't have many interactions with each other, and most of the matters were handled by their grandchildren and loyal subordinates.

The Duke of Carruchi smiled and nodded his head, but a trace of helplessness inadvertently flashed deep within his eyes as he said harmoniously: "Lan Feng, it's been over a year since we last met, right? The little guy is getting more and more handsome. "

A bashful blush appeared on his face. Just as Lan Feng wanted to reply, he had already turned to Duke Longth and sighed: "Old brother, think about what I have said. In fact, I personally don't want to do this, as you know, but that child was so determined that I had no choice but to ignore my old face and tell you.

Duke Longth gave a light grunt, and his gaze landed on Lan Feng, "Lan Feng, what do you think?"

"Me?"

Lan Feng stared blankly at his, then recalled back the words of the Duke of Carruchi. Suddenly, a guess that he found hard to accept popped out of his head. A guess was indeed a guess. He looked towards his grandfather, trying to get confirmation from him. However, what he got in return was a nod.

"How can this be? How can this be? She gave up so quickly?" Has she given up on me? "

A monstrous wave rose up in his mind. He was unwilling to believe that this was the truth, but his grandfather's tacit approval allowed him to understand that all of this was real. She didn't give him a chance and immediately gave up on her last thought. Could she really be so heartless? Or had the sinking of his appearance broken her heart?

Duke of Carruchi discovered that his expression was extremely ugly and comforted softly, "Child, your grandfather's and my best friend, I have also treated you as my own grandson. Although many unfortunate things have happened to you, I, Karuki, am definitely not that kind of person. In fact, this was Yun Na's suggestion, she said …

"Grandpa Sergei, no need to say anymore." Lan Feng interrupted his words, and his heart surged. He suppressed the surging blood in his chest and laughed bitterly: "I understand, but I only have a small request, okay?"

"Go ahead."

"Please tell Yun Na not to accept anyone else for the next two years."

"Sure, you guys are not even 18 yet. After two years, you will only be 20. I hope that these two years' time will be able to improve our relationship." We will not reveal this matter to the public for now, but I can only promise to bring your message to the public. If she has someone she likes in the past two years and the other party agrees to it … "

"Thank you." Lan Feng smiled and said softly, "It's enough as long as you bring back the words you said. Perhaps, with our feelings, she will give me two years."

The two old dukes looked at each other helplessly. Two years, what would happen after two years? Or perhaps, within the two years since the marriage had been dissolved, Yun Na's opinion of him had truly changed?

After Lan Feng bid his farewells to everyone, he left the hall peacefully. However, when he returned to his own courtyard, tears were streaming down his face. In these two years, he did not have the slightest confidence. In order to hide a secret, in order to fulfill his dream, his performance had indeed disappointed Yun Na. A man didn't have a noble identity, but he didn't have absolute strength. However, if he lost his unyielding nature, what was there left for a woman to like?