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Chapter 175: The Profound Realm of Yi, the Method of Burning Furnace Contemplation
"Indeed, home is the best place."
Morning light spilled across the courtyard as Lu Qing stepped out of the house, stretching his arms with a deep, satisfying yawn. A warm contentment settled over him.
Recalling yesterday’s events, he couldn’t help but smile faintly.
When they returned at dusk, the entire village had erupted in excitement. Neighbors rushed out, surrounding him and Master with a flurry of questions. After all, they’d only gone to the county town for a market day—yet had been gone over ten days. Though the Wei Family had sent word via messenger, Zhang Da Ye and the others remained doubtful, deeply worried.
Now that they were finally back, the villagers naturally demanded answers.
After Lu Qing explained the situation and handed out the specialty gifts he’d brought back, the tension eased. Everyone realized it had been a false alarm. With quiet relief, the crowd slowly dispersed.
Though it had taken much effort to clear up the misunderstanding, Lu Qing’s heart still felt warm. It was a comforting thing—knowing people cared, that he was missed.
Shaking off the lingering emotions, he warmed up with two rounds of Nourish Body Fist to stretch his muscles and joints. Then he went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast.
Noticing that Xiao Yan and the others were still asleep, Lu Qing activated his movement technique. In just a few breaths, he’d reached the Back Mountain Bamboo Grove.
Scanning the area, he confirmed it was empty. With a subtle shift in his mind, a War Blade materialized in his right hand.
But this blade looked crude—unpolished, its edge still unsharpened.
It was the Celestial Meteor Iron Divine Weapon Blade Blank he’d forged in Zhu Xin Fang. Though it still bore the raw, unfinished appearance, the blade had been reshaped once more and fitted with a hilt. Aside from its rough look and lack of edge, it was now indistinguishable from an ordinary War Blade—ready for use at will.
Holding the blade in his right hand, Lu Qing’s presence shifted instantly. A chilling aura of slaughter filled the air.
With a swift motion, he began to practice his sword form.
The movements were intricate, flowing like water. Though the speed wasn’t blinding, each strike carried a power that shook the soul. The growing intensity of his killing intent sent nearby insects and birds into panic—frozen in fear, utterly silent.
After completing one full cycle of the Four Directions Sword, Lu Qing stood still, blade held at his side, his expression thoughtful.
"According to the martial arts wisdom Master and the Wei Family Ancestor exchanged, once a martial art reaches the realm of Balanced Strength and Gentleness, Exquisite Precision, the next step is to grasp the Yi—the essence of intent.
And this stage? It’s the most crucial. To truly master Yi, one must infuse the martial technique with soul, with spirit. When the spirit resides within the form, the heart can sense the enemy’s movements before they happen, respond after the strike, yet still arrive first. Strike with overwhelming force, and defeat the enemy in an instant—like thunder from the sky.
Clearly, having forged my Spirit Soul Power, I’ve already brushed against this realm.
But due to the still-limited strength of my Spirit Soul Power, fully grasping the complete Yi remains a long way off."
Still, Lu Qing was not displeased.
After all, Yi was a realm typically only reached by Xian Tian Jing cultivators—those who, upon entering the Xian Tian stage, underwent the baptism of heaven and earth, causing their Spirit Soul Power to surge dramatically. For them, grasping Yi came naturally.
And here he was—only just stepping into the Nei Fu Jing, yet already touching the edge of Yi. That was no small achievement.
There was still time. Who could say he wouldn’t master the complete Yi before even reaching Xian Tian?
Moreover, unlike other martial cultivators, Lu Qing possessed a unique ability. No matter what martial art he practiced, he could grasp it in an instant—master it completely and swiftly.
So once he fully understands Yi, it won’t just unlock sword intent or sword spirit.
Every martial art he studies will then become interconnected—each one will rapidly ascend to the Yi realm.
"Thus, for me, the most important thing is cultivation. As long as my Spirit Soul Power grows stronger, grasping Yi will become easier."
"Perfect timing. The Heritage left behind by the Lihuo Sect includes a small combat technique—ideal for my current state."
The Heritage from the Lihuo Ding was mostly outdated for this age. But a few combat techniques remained usable. One in particular suited Lu Qing’s current needs.
Henglu Guan Xiang Fa—The Method of Burning Furnace Contemplation.
It was a cultivation method centered on visualization: the practitioner imagines themselves within a raging furnace of flame, using their Spirit Soul Power to endure and battle the fire, refining and strengthening their spirit.
This was a pure soul-training method, independent of Qi circulation. So even in this era of depleted spiritual energy, it remained viable.
But it required a cultivator to already possess Spirit Soul Power—making it extremely difficult to practice.
For most martial artists, forging Spirit Soul Power required reaching the Nei Fu Man Yuan stage of the Zong Shi Jingjie.
And among the countless martial practitioners in the world, how many truly achieved Nei Fu Jing Wan Man?
Lu Qing sat cross-legged, activated his Ability, and searched his mind until he found the cultivation method of Henglu Guan Xiang Fa. He began a Simulation learning session.
Floods of insights surged through him. Within moments, he was fully immersed in practice.
The method had three stages: Fire Furnace Contemplation, Molten Furnace Contemplation, and finally, the ultimate stage—Burning Furnace Contemplation. Each level grew progressively harder.
The practitioner must proceed with caution, judging their strength carefully. Attempting higher-level visions without sufficient power could result in self-immolation—being consumed by the very fire they imagined, their spirit burned to ash, leaving behind a living corpse.
Lu Qing, in his first attempt, had no intention of pushing too far.
Instead, he proceeded with great care, following the method’s instructions. In his mind, he visualized a small, simple furnace.
One so crude, if Xiao Yan had seen it, she’d have instantly recognized it—just like the little stove they used at home to cook porridge.
Once the furnace appeared in his mind, Lu Qing let his spirit essence dissolve into it, merging completely.
As he entered, he felt as if he’d plunged into a world of flame—everywhere, roaring fire.
Henglu Guan Xiang Fa truly was miraculous.
The furnace was nothing but a mental image—a phantom. Yet the sensation was utterly real. He felt the searing heat, as if his very soul-body were being melted, ready to be consumed.
Panicked, he immediately recited the combat technique’s mantra, steadying his mind. He endured the fire, one breath at a time.
(End of Chapter)
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