Chapter 235 - 129: Zhang Su Enters Seclusion, Assaulting Gang Force!

The sensation was like controlling a part of his own body.

A thought crossed Zhang Su’s mind.

He took out a Flying Knife.

The Flying Knife was small, only palm-length and two fingers wide.

The blade was thin and light; he could barely feel its weight in his hand.

He had been practicing the Flying Blade Skill all this time.

He was already able to control four Flying Knives.

Four Flying Knives could fly out simultaneously, striking a target from four different directions with unerring accuracy.

So, Zhang Su threw a Flying Knife once more.

With a flick of his wrist, a Flying Knife shot from his hand.

The Flying Knife carved an arc through the air, embedding itself in a wooden post ten paces away.

It was just as precise as before.

But Zhang Su didn’t stop.

He closed his eyes, sensing it carefully.

Previously, he had relied on his exquisite control over his Inner Strength to throw his Flying Knives.

But once a Flying Knife was thrown, it relied solely on its momentum. He couldn’t control it to make any adjustments mid-air.

Now, however, Zhang Su could clearly feel a trace of Pure Yang Force within the Flying Knife and a faint connection to it.

Although this connection was very faint.

It was undeniably there.

He immediately used this connection to control the Pure Yang Force inside the Flying Knife.

And then...

The Flying Knife actually quivered slightly and changed direction.

Although it was a subtle change and the knife’s trajectory only deviated a little, it was enough to prove that Zhang Su’s Pure Yang Force now possessed a Spiritual Mechanism. It was no longer simple Inner Strength.

In a way, Zhang Su’s Pure Yang Force had already taken on a characteristic of Innate True Qi.

Of course, it was nowhere near the level of actual Innate True Qi.

But even possessing just one percent of Innate True Qi’s characteristics was enough to place it above all other forms of Inner Strength.

This was a qualitative difference.

’The Spiritual Mechanism is truly incredible... I’m only at the Embracing Pill stage now. If my Cultivation deepens and I even develop Inner Strength, will the Spiritual Mechanism grow stronger and stronger?’

’When the time comes to break through to the Innate Realm, the Spiritual Mechanism will probably help...’

Zhang Su muttered to himself.

In that moment, Zhang Su understood the purpose of the Cyan Wood Spirit Pill.

He also understood why Zhou Dingshan and Ye Ling had fought so desperately for the Cyan Wood Spirit Pill.

This type of Spirit Pill was far too important for a Martial Artist.

Any Martial Artist with even the slightest hope of breaking through to the Innate Realm would covet the Cyan Wood Spirit Pill.

A Martial Artist below the Innate Realm, regardless of their talent, could not generate a Spiritual Mechanism on their own.

Only with the help of an external object like the Cyan Wood Spirit Pill was it possible to imbue one’s Inner Strength with a trace of Spiritual Mechanism.

This trace of Spiritual Mechanism was like a seed.

Once planted, the seed would slowly grow as one’s Cultivation improved.

When the time came to break through to the Innate Realm, this seed could increase the chances of success by a sliver.

Even if it only increased the odds by a fraction, to those Martial Artists who aspired to the Innate Realm, the Cyan Wood Spirit Pill was a priceless treasure.

However, the Innate Realm was still a distant goal for Zhang Su.

He was only at the Embracing Pill stage, not even in the Postnatal Realm, let alone the Innate Realm.

But it was never wrong to prepare for the future.

’The Spiritual Mechanism... it seems it can also help my practice of the Flying Blade Skill.’

A sharp glint flashed in Zhang Su’s eyes.

He was now an Inner Sect Celestial Pride, so all of the Sect’s Cultivation Resources were his for the taking.

He didn’t lack Cultivation Resources, Cultivation Techniques, or Elixirs.

But bringing his Outer Extreme Divine Technique to Perfection still required time.

The Cultivation of Gang Force primarily relied on precise control over one’s Inner Strength.

The more precise the control, the faster one could cultivate Gang Force.

At his current pace, if Zhang Su cultivated conventionally, it would take two years to reach Perfection in the Outer Extreme Divine Technique.

Two years wasn’t an especially long time.

But as far as Zhang Su was concerned, he didn’t want to wait that long.

On the path of the Martial Dao, to fall behind once was to fall behind forever.

He had to raise his Cultivation as quickly as possible.

If he could double the proficiency of his Flying Blade Skill, if he could control eight Flying Knives, then cultivating the Outer Extreme Divine Technique might only take a single year.

This was because it would mean his control over his Inner Strength had become that much more refined.

The practice of the Flying Blade Skill was, in essence, an exercise in controlling one’s Inner Strength.

The more Flying Knives one could control, the stronger one’s command over their Inner Strength.

And now, the Spiritual Mechanism could aid Zhang Su’s control over his Inner Strength.

The Spiritual Mechanism imbued his Inner Strength with Spiritual Energy, making it far easier to manipulate—as natural as moving his own limbs.

If he could control more Flying Knives, the speed at which he cultivated the Outer Extreme Divine Technique would increase.

Zhang Su immediately began practicing his Flying Blade Skill with all his focus.

He sat in his Quiet Chamber, dozens of Flying Knives laid out before him.

Each one was identical, with a thin body and a sharp blade.

He picked up a Flying Knife, infused it with a trace of Pure Yang Force, and with a flick of his wrist, sent it flying.

As the Flying Knife flew through the air, Zhang Su closed his eyes, sensing the connection to the trace of Pure Yang Force within it.

He practiced over and over again.

One day, two days, three days...

For three whole days, Zhang Su did not set foot outside his chamber.

He practiced the Flying Blade Skill every day, from morning till night, tirelessly.

One after another, Flying Knives shot from his hand until the wooden post was densely peppered with them.

His Inner Strength was heavily depleted with each session, but whenever it ran out, he would circulate his Cultivation Technique to recover.

Once recovered, he would continue to practice.

After three days, his Flying Blade Skill had improved by leaps and bounds.

From the initial four Flying Knives, Zhang Su could now control a full sixteen.

Sixteen Flying Knives flew from his hands at once, weaving a silvery web of light in the air.

They flew from different angles, followed different trajectories, and then struck the wooden post simultaneously.

Some embedded themselves in the front of the post, others in the sides.

Their points of impact were precise, their angles cunning.

Sixteen Flying Knives, and every single one was under his complete control.