Concept of Wind 20%

The Thunder Academy was one of the three inner academies. It was compulsory to learn the Thunder Sword Technique.

The inner disciples of the Thunder Academy had always been the most active and arrogant among the three academies. In terms of overall strength, the Thunder Academy was superior to the Soaring Wind Academy and the Jadewater Academy.

But now, the Thunder Academy was no longer as lively as it used to be. It was dead silent.

When He Kaiming walked into the Thunder Academy, he frowned slightly. A trace of doubt and confusion flashed in his eyes. This was completely different from the Thunder Academy he was familiar with.

Although the path was still the same, the pavilion was still the same, and the scenery was the same, the atmosphere was different.

"I've only been away for less than a month. What happened?" He Kaiming couldn't wait to know. He quickened his pace and walked towards the Thunder Sword Platform.

On the Thunder Sword Platform, there were more than ten inner disciples practicing the Thunder Sword Technique. Crackling sounds could be heard constantly, as if there were countless electric arcs jumping around.

He Kaiming walked up the platform and looked over. He frowned immediately.

Although these junior brothers seemed to be working hard, they were lifeless and a little numb. This kind of practice didn't have any effect at all.

"You … come here." Coincidentally, a disciple looked at He Kaiming. He Kaiming pointed at him and said in a dignified tone. The disciple's body trembled. Only then did he see who it was. Immediately, his face was filled with excitement. He shouted, "Senior brother He, you're finally back … you're finally back."

These words shocked the other disciples. They stopped practicing and looked over. When they saw He Kaiming, they were all excited. It was as if they had seen the light at the end of the tunnel.

"Senior brother He, you're finally back."

"Great, Senior brother He is finally back."

"Our Thunder Academy doesn't need to suffer anymore."

Everyone was so excited that tears streamed down their faces. This made He Kaiming even more puzzled. His frown deepened.

"Enough." He Kaiming shouted, stunning the ten disciples. His eyes flashed, as if there were faint purple electric arcs jumping around. He said in a dignified and domineering manner, "What's going on? What happened in the month I was away? Why are you all like this? Speak. "

"Senior Brother He, the situation is like this …"

"Senior Brother, this is what happened …"

Everyone was talking at once.

"Shut up and speak." He Kaiming once again shouted in a low voice, suppressing the crowd. Soon after, he pointed at one of them and said.

"Yes, Senior Brother." Thus, the disciple began to recount the entire story in detail, adding in his own emotions to the story. Finally, with incomparable grief and indignation, he recounted what had happened to the disciples of the Rumbling Thunder Hall.

In the past, when the disciples of the Thunder Academy faced the disciples of the other academies, they would always be arrogant and domineering, trying to steal the limelight. However, things were different now. Once they became arrogant, the other party only needed to say a single word to strike them down.

"If you want to be arrogant, why don't you do it to Chu Mu?"

Originally, Wang Feng and Chu Mu had fought on the Life and Death Sword Arena. In the end, Wang Feng had died and Chu Mu had survived. Although it was shocking, in the end, what should have passed would pass. However, because of this matter, the disciples of the Rumbling Thunder Hall were repeatedly struck down. Who would dare to find trouble with that freak, Chu Mu? Who would dare to be arrogant in front of him? As a result, the disciples of the Rumbling Thunder Hall had no choice but to keep a low profile, which was why they had become so lifeless.

"As a seventh level Sword Qi realm practitioner, he killed Wang Feng, who was at the peak of eighth level, on the Life and Death Sword Arena without any injuries …" He Kaiming's eyelids twitched, and his pupils contracted. His expression changed drastically, and he was shocked. He could not believe it.

He knew Wang Feng's strength. Wang Feng was ranked second in the Rumbling Thunder Hall, just below him. Although he needed less than ten moves to defeat Wang Feng, if it had been a life-and-death battle, it would have been more than that.

Moreover, even if he could kill Wang Feng in the end, he would have suffered some injuries.

"Senior Brother He, now that you're back, you have to uphold justice for us. You have to stand up for our Rumbling Thunder Hall." An inner disciple shouted, and the other inner disciples echoed his words.

"Alright, I know what to do." He Kaiming shouted, and then he thought again, "After a month of training, I'm already one step away from ninth level. In terms of cultivation, I'm above Wang Feng, and my Rumbling Thunder Sword Art is stronger than Dacheng's. In terms of power, I'm stronger than Dacheng's Rumbling Thunder Sword Art. If I were to have a life-and-death battle with Wang Feng, I should be able to kill Wang Feng without any injuries."

He Kaiming made some calculations and made a comparison.

His current strength was obviously much stronger than a month ago. A month ago, he could already defeat Wang Feng in ten moves, let alone now. This time, he came back with the intention of going into seclusion for a period of time to smoothly break through to ninth level. Then, he would be able to enter the Main Hall and become an elite disciple.

He did not expect to encounter such a situation as soon as he came back. It seemed that his reputation had weakened after leaving for a month, and he had been forgotten.

"You guys, who is going to the High Wind Courtyard to issue a challenge? I want to have a sword duel with Chu Mu." He Kaiming said.

"Senior Brother He, I heard that Chu Mu broke the sect's rules by injuring an inner disciple of the same courtyard for no reason. He was sentenced to seven days of reflection at the Fierce Wind Cliff. Only three days have passed, and today is the fourth day."

"Broke the sect's rules?" He Kaiming couldn't help but sneer. In his heart, he looked down on Chu Mu, "It seems that this Chu Mu thinks he's a genius just because he defeated Wang Feng. He's so arrogant that he forgot himself. Such a person won't amount to much. Fine, after he finishes reflecting, I'll make him sober up. A worm should have its own way. Don't dream of becoming a dragon. "

"Well said, Senior Brother."

"Let's let Chu Mu be arrogant for a few more days."

He Kaiming's words immediately raised the spirits of these ten inner disciples. Soon, they spread the news to the entire Thunder Courtyard, High Wind Courtyard, and Blue Water Courtyard. Thus, a new round of discussion appeared.

… …

The strong wind blew like a knife, but Chu Mu faced it head-on. He did not move at all. His whole person was holding his sword horizontally in front of him, like an ancient statue.

Immediately, he swung his sword. It seemed ordinary, but it was steady. It was not affected by the strong wind at all. It was as if the sword was swung out from a gap in the wind.

"I can feel the wind's attack and the wind's trajectory …" Chu Mu closed his eyes and practiced his sword. It was not the Breeze Sword Art, but the basic sword art. Each move was very ordinary and slow. Chu Mu listened to the sword and touched the sword, carefully feeling the strong wind blowing, the feeling of the sword, the hand, and the body.

He did not even realize what kind of move he was using when he swung his sword. He was just following a kind of instinct.

Today was the seventh morning of Chu Mu's reflection at the Fierce Wind Cliff.

"What is wind?"

This question jumped into his mind once again.

"Wind, formless, colorless, tasteless, boundless, all-pervasive, and everywhere …"

"That day, when I was practicing the Breeze Sword Art at the cliff, I entered into an epiphany and comprehended the concept of wind. Today, on the seventh day of reflection at the Fierce Wind Cliff, facing the strong wind and looking at the wind marks on the cliff, I finally comprehended something."

Chu Mu's sword speed gradually increased. On the Hundred Refined Sword, it was as if it was wrapped in a layer of faint airflow. Countless wind blew past from the side. Not only did it not block the sword, it seemed to increase its speed again. It was like a fish in water, like an eagle soaring in the sky.

Chu Mu only felt that he seemed to have merged into this wind. Whether it was the breeze or the wind, the wind or the strong wind, he danced with the wind. His feet left the ground, swaying on the Fierce Wind Cliff like a willow, straight to the sky, leaving behind many afterimages.

After an unknown amount of time, Chu Mu woke up and landed on the ground, sheathing his sword.

The blade-like strong wind also weakened at this time, turning into a strong wind that did not affect Chu Mu at all.

"With one epiphany, the concept of wind has reached twenty percent, the range of my sword qi has also increased to three meters, and the Swinging Willow Wind movement technique has broken through the shackles. The current Swinging Willow Wind movement technique is no longer a low level movement technique, but a middle level movement technique. It should be changed to a new name." Chu Mu said to himself, "The new movement technique can more directly and easily feel the airflow, dancing with the wind like a fish swimming in water. Let's call it Swimming in the Wind."