What is Wind?

When the sun had just risen in the east, the sky was still dark. The door of a wooden house in the north district of the outer disciples opened gently. A tall figure walked out and closed the door.

Every day, Chu Mu would wake up at the crack of dawn. After washing his face and rinsing his mouth, he would put on his clothes, hang up his water bottle, and bring the dried rations and meat that he had already packed from the canteen. He would then carry his sword and leave the wooden hut, heading towards the precipice to train. Only when the sun had set and night had fallen did he return to the wooden house to end the day's training.

A true genius was one point of talent and nine points of hard work, no matter which world he was in.

What others saw was his achievements. Who would know the hard work he had put in?

His footsteps were quick and light as he left. In less than half an hour, he had arrived at the cliff. At this time, the sky was still dark. The sea of clouds seemed to still be in a deep sleep. It was condensed and motionless.

The wind that blew carried the chill from last night. The cold wind blew against his face and touched his hair. His whole body quivered and he became much more energetic.

Facing the sea of clouds, he slowly closed his eyes. His mind was clear. After reviewing his training experience from yesterday, he slowly opened his eyes. He saw a ray of light that was like a sword piercing through the sky. It floated above the sea of clouds and dispelled the darkness, waking up the sleeping sea of clouds.

In an instant, the sea of clouds woke up. The darkness disappeared. It floated, boiled, and changed again.

A rolling red sun slowly rose from the east. Thousands of rays of light shone like countless blazing swords. The slowly rising red sun was reflected in his clear eyes. He was full of vitality.

"Now is the time when my body is fully awake. It is also the best time to train sword qi."

Facing the sea of clouds, he sat down cross-legged. The steel sword was placed on his legs. He slowly closed his eyes. His thumb and index finger were interlocked. His palms were placed on his knees. His breathing became long and even. A strand of sword qi rushed out of his dantian and circulated around his body.

One cycle, two cycles … ten cycles …

After a while, he finished adjusting his breathing. He quickly stood up and drew his sword. Sword Light flashed, reflecting the sunlight. It was a dazzling red.

After that, the Flying Cloud Sword Technique was compulsory. Ten times a day.

Breeze Swordsmanship. Currently, Zhang Xuan focused on swordsmanship. After practicing the first seven moves thirty times, he moved on to Breeze Brushing Face, Dazzling Breeze, and... Breeze Kill.

On the second day, Dacheng was dazzled by the cool breeze. On the third day, he started to practice the Absolute Kill of the Cool Breeze. On the fourth day … On the seventh day, he gained enlightenment. The Absolute Kill of the Cool Breeze was to condense the eight strands of killing intent into one, and shoot out like a wind blade from the Separation Sword.

On the eighth day, Zhang Xuan failed to condense the Heaven's Path. On the ninth day, Zhang Xuan still failed to condense the Heaven's Path.

On the tenth day, which was today, after the Sword Qi had fully recovered, he once again used the Wind Blows in the Face, the Wind Dazzles the Wind. Eight chilling murderous intents condensed …

In the blink of an eye, eight became four, four became two, and two became one. However, it went out of control and exploded. It failed again, and only a tiny strand of Sword Qi was left in his Dantian.

Zhang Xuan sat down cross-legged and closed his eyes. First, he recovered his Sword Qi. Then, he carefully recalled each of his movements and simulated them in his mind. After a moment, he opened his eyes. A ray of Sword Light shot out. He leaped up and struck out with his sword once again.

A cool breeze blew past, stirring up the sand. The wind was chaotic, and the murderous intents were divided. One, two, four, eight.

In an instant, his body moved along with his Sword Light. Under Chu Mu's sword, the eight strands of Sword Light gathered once again. In an instant, eight became four, four became two, and two became one, attaching themselves to the sword.

"Absolute Kill of the Cool Breeze!"

When the eight strands of murderous intents gathered and attached themselves to the sword, Zhang Xuan felt the sword in his hand become heavy, as if it was about to fly out of his hand. With a low shout, all the strength in his body rushed to his right arm. His muscles swelled, and he barely managed to hold the steel sword. With a loud shout, he turned around and swung his sword.

With a swoosh, a half-meter long cyan arc of light tore through the air like a crescent moon. Its speed was so fast that it flew five or six meters away in the blink of an eye. It hit the target and dodged.

With a crack, the half meter long wind blade cut into the hard mountain wall. Broken stones flew everywhere, and the light blue light dissipated, leaving behind a half meter long, a finger wide, and an inch deep crack.

"Phew …" Zhang Xuan let out a breath. He felt a little weak. At that moment, it was as if all the strength in his body had been shot out with that wind blade. The Sword Qi in his Dantian had been completely consumed.

"With my current cultivation, I can only use Absolute Kill of the Cool Breeze once. After that, I will lose eighty percent of my strength. It is too dangerous, so I can't use it easily." Chu Mu thought, "However, the power of Absolute Kill of the Cool Breeze is dozens of times stronger than Dispersing Clouds, and ten times stronger than Gentle Breeze. This doesn't seem to be the power of a low level sword art. Could it be that the complete Clear Breeze Sword Art is an intermediate level sword art? "

Zhang Xuan's heart burned when he thought of the possibility of it being an intermediate level sword art. Not every inner disciple had an intermediate level sword art. Most of the inner disciples were still practicing low level sword arts.

Zhang Xuan first recovered his Sword Qi, then ate some rations and drank some water. After a short rest, he started cultivating again.

Every time he used Absolute Kill of the Cool Breeze, he would use up all the Sword Qi in his Dantian, and it would also exhaust all his strength.

Three days later, he used Absolute Kill of the Cool Breeze again. The tip of his sword swept out, and a half meter long wind blade tore through the air, leaving an inch-deep crack on the hard mountain wall. Chu Mu's expression didn't change.

Although he had used up all the Sword Qi in his Dantian, he still had more than half of his strength left. Compared to three days ago, he was in a much better state. After three days of cultivation and comprehension, he had a better grasp of the essentials of Absolute Kill of the Cool Breeze.

"There are still two more days until half a month. I wonder if Xiao Qianfeng has also mastered Absolute Kill of the Cool Breeze?" Zhang Xuan straightened his body and pointed the sword in his right hand to the ground. He faced the sea of clouds and thought to himself, "If he has mastered it, with Xiao Qianfeng's cultivation at the eighth stage of the Sword Qi Realm, he should be able to use Absolute Kill of the Cool Breeze multiple times. Furthermore, the power of his Absolute Kill of the Cool Breeze should be even stronger than mine."

After all, the Sword Qi at the fourth stage of the Sword Qi Realm couldn't be compared to the Sword Qi at the eighth stage of the Sword Qi Realm. Whether it was in terms of quantity or quality, there was a huge difference. Even if they consumed the same amount of Sword Qi, the might of the eighth stage Sword Qi would be much stronger than that of the fourth stage Sword Qi.

"After thirteen days of hard training, especially in the past three days, every time I used Absolute Kill of the Breeze, I would use up all of my sword qi and then recover it. My sword qi has improved a lot compared to thirteen days ago, and I'm not far from the middle stage of the fourth stage. If I maintain this speed, I'll probably only need ten days to reach the middle stage. At that time, my Sword Qi will increase by a bit. "

As he spoke, he slowly closed his eyes and stood there. A cool breeze blew on his face, rustling his hair and body, causing his clothes to flutter. All the thoughts in his mind seemed to be carried away by the wind. His entire body felt as if it was riding the wind.

"What is wind?" Suddenly, a thought floated into his mind as if it was carried by the wind. Soon after, these three words lingered in his heart and reverberated in his mind.

In his mind, strands of azure appeared naturally. They appeared from nothingness and gathered together, condensing into an azure figure. The figure tightly held an azure longsword in his hand and started to dance. Like a gust of wind, he practiced the Cool Breeze Sword Art.

From the first style to the seventh style, the Cool Breeze brushed against the face, the Cool Breeze became chaotic … The Absolute Kill of the Cool Breeze was practiced over and over again. As he practiced, the azure figure exploded and turned into an azure wind.

Breeze … Breeze … Gale … Gale … Hurricane …

Zhang Xuan felt as if he was surrounded by countless winds. The entire world was filled with wind, and only the whistling of the azure wind could be heard.

"What is wind?"

"Breeze … Breeze … Gale … Gale … Gale … Hurricane … They are all wind. All kinds of wind form the ocean of wind, the world of wind."

"Wind is formless and formless, boundless, all-pervasive, and omnipresent."

Zhang Xuan opened his eyes. It seemed as if a gust of wind blew past his eyes. Zhang Xuan waved his sword, bringing along a gust of wind. Zhang Xuan waved his sword again. There was no sword shadow, only a gust of wind. Chu Mu felt as if he had comprehended something. It was related to the mysteries of wind.

"Absolute Kill of the Cool Breeze!"

With a thought, Zhang Xuan turned around and waved his sword. The sword emitted a faint azure glow. Immediately after, a gust of wind gathered at the tip of the sword. A half a meter long azure wind blade flew out from the sword. In the blink of an eye, it cut into the hard mountain wall seven to eight meters away. With a cracking sound, broken rocks flew everywhere. The azure light blade shattered, leaving behind a half a meter long, a finger wide, and an inch deep crack.

This sword was actually half as strong as before!