Chapter 62: Transformation!

Chapter 62: Transformation!

Su Changqing's actions drew the attention of everyone present, who began to whisper and discuss among themselves.

"Lord Young Master hasn't practiced sword arts, but his constitution isn't bad. Is one ten-thousandth too little?"

"Not at all. The pure sword intent within the Sword Sun is incredibly potent. Even one ten-thousandth of it can lay a solid foundation for his sword path."

"Hahaha, be optimistic. Maybe Lord Young Master will swallow the entire Sword Sun!"

"Are you kidding? What kind of constitution can withstand so much pure sword intent without bursting?"

Everyone laughed and chatted casually, not taking the idea of swallowing the entire Sword Sun seriously. After all, it contained the combined pure sword intent of all the ancient sword cultivators, tempered over countless years.

Such an overwhelming amount of sword intent would be too much even for a Sword Saint to handle.

However, an elder from the Su family chuckled and said, "It's not impossible."

"Pure sword intent, at its core, is about nurturing the body with pure sword energy to create a sword-attuned constitution."

"Lord Young Master just needs to control the flow of pure sword intent and consciously nurture different parts of his body. This way, he can integrate a large amount of pure sword intent."

"Especially since Lord Young Master hasn't started cultivation yet, his body is still mundane, which is the best state for absorbing pure sword intent."

The crowd laughed and shook their heads. While pure sword intent was indeed a rare treasure, it was difficult to absorb it continuously.

A seasoned sword cultivator would have their own unique sword intent within their body, and their constitution would gradually be influenced by their practice over time. This influence would create a resistance between the pure sword intent and the internal sword intent, greatly affecting the integration of the pure sword intent.

However, a seasoned cultivator could control the pure sword intent and consciously enhance their constitution and sword intent, achieving significant results.

For someone who hadn't practiced sword arts, it was different. Without any sword practice, their constitution could seamlessly integrate pure sword intent, achieving the best results. However, this integration was unconscious, and the amount absorbed would depend on the strength of their constitution.

Since they had never practiced sword arts, how could they control the sword intent? They couldn't control the integration of the sword intent, so they could only passively accept the infusion until their body reached saturation, then slowly absorb the rest.

This created a paradox. Sword cultivators had an internal resistance, setting a limit. Non-sword cultivators had no limit but couldn't control the pure sword intent, with their constitution determining the degree of integration.

In summary, both groups would experience explosive growth with a large amount of pure sword intent, but it was hard to achieve limitless growth.

Therefore, the key to Su Changqing's integration of pure sword intent was the limit of his constitution and how much pure sword intent he could absorb.

"Even though he can't control the sword intent, a strong will can slightly guide its flow."

"Changqing studied with the Scholar Immortal for two years, right? His mental strength should far surpass the mundane."

A powerful member of the Su family spoke up. The crowd's eyes lit up, and they all turned to look at Su Wenlin. Among them, Su Wenlin, who had lived with Su Changqing for nearly twenty years, knew him best.

"Changqing and I parted ways soon after he found a master, so I'm not very clear on his current state," Su Wenlin said after a moment of thought. "However, I don't think he has cultivated the great righteous qi, so his Confucian aptitude isn't strong."

The crowd shook their heads, their faces showing disappointment. If that was the case, the absorption effect would be significantly reduced.

But Su Zian's expression turned strange.

Changqing doesn't have Confucian aptitude?

If he hadn't seen Changqing outperform the literary prodigy with his divine four arts, he might have believed it. Changqing's mastery of the four arts had left the prodigy speechless.

If Changqing didn't have Confucian aptitude, then no one in the world deserved to read.

"It seems Changqing will gain more from this than I imagined."

Su Zian looked down at Su Changqing, his eyes filled with anticipation.

...

Beneath the Sword Sun.

Su Changqing sat cross-legged, basking in the radiant light, but he wasn't sure what to do next.

"How am I supposed to absorb this?"

He looked curious, having never practiced cultivation before and without any cultivation techniques in hand. Was he just supposed to sit there idly?

As Su Changqing pondered, the origin sword light that had condensed over countless years in the sky seemed to find a breakthrough.

Streams of origin sword intent, as thick as wrists, flowed down from the sword light like a river, directly merging into Su Changqing's body.

In an instant, a tingling sensation spread throughout his body, emerging from the depths of his soul.

Su Changqing's body was like a withered sponge, each cell greedily devouring the falling origin sword intent.

The warm feeling was like that of a fetus floating in its mother's womb, absorbing the nourishment that permeated from all directions.

His entire body glowed from the inside out.

Under the continuous influx of origin sword intent, his bones, flesh, and internal organs gradually became crystalline.

As time passed, a vast amount of origin sword intent flowed down like a stream, being completely absorbed by Su Changqing.

By the second nightfall, a sudden sense of fullness surged through his body.

The continuous flow of origin sword intent began to slow and become sparse.

Above the sky.

Su Wenlin looked at the sword light that had barely changed and nodded.

"More than one ten-thousandth, as expected."

The people around him smiled and said, "That's enough. With such a massive influx of origin sword intent, Young Master's sword path talent will skyrocket."

No one was surprised; it was as expected.

But at that moment, two people were closely watching Su Changqing below.

"Being able to enter the Dao of the Four Arts of Immortals in just two years, this shouldn't be your limit," Su Zian murmured softly.

"Even with an ordinary body, you can condense two heavenly-tier sword techniques. One ten-thousandth of origin sword intent is more than enough!"

Fubo, hidden in the shadows, smiled with immense confidence in Su Changqing.

Su Changqing wasn't a sword cultivator because he had never practiced sword techniques or generated sword intent.

But Su Changqing was a sword cultivator because he had condensed powerful innate techniques!

The absorption of origin sword intent had limits for both sword cultivators and non-sword cultivators.

But Su Changqing had no such limits!

He was unique, the only one in countless years to become a sword cultivator by condensing the 'Dao' through 'technique' without any cultivation techniques!

"Is this the Dao protector you recognize?"

Beside him, Chu Feng glanced at Fubo and said coolly.

He didn't see anything extraordinary about Su Changqing.

"Ha ha ha, this is the Dao protector I recognize!"

Fubo laughed heartily, pointing at Su Changqing below. "Watch closely, this is just the beginning!"

...

Under the sword light.

Su Changqing opened his dazed eyes, feeling the fullness in his body.

It was like having a full stomach without digesting the food.

A large amount of origin sword intent was piled up inside him, waiting to be refined or slowly integrated.

In other words, this fullness was just a superficial accumulation of sword intent, not deeply penetrating his body.

"I can't take any more."

Su Changqing looked down at his palm and whispered softly,

"Wouldn't I be able to absorb even more if it directly merged into every inch of my bones, skin, and even the particles of my cells?"

With this thought, he looked up at the still immense sword light, sensing the vast sword intent within.

Su Changqing closed his eyes slightly, and as his will tried to merge with the origin sword intent, the two sword marks between his brows began to emit a faint light.

The origin sword intent, which was extremely difficult for ordinary people to control or even sense, merged with him in an instant, becoming as easy to command as his own limbs.

"Come!"

With a soft mental call, the next moment—

Boom!

The massive sword light suddenly burst into brilliant light, a surging wave of sword intent shaking the surroundings!

Clearly visible, the origin sword intent falling from the sword light, which had initially been like a meandering stream, now surged like a magnificent waterfall!

(End of Chapter)

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