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Chapter 40: Impatience
Although Lian Yun had an extraordinary memory, the sheer volume of books in One Million Books made it difficult to even take them out and put them back. After browsing through a few, he felt the Sword Intent surge within him and quickly extracted a hundred books to flip through.
In this manner, Lian Yun could read a thousand books in just five minutes. One Million Books would take nearly ten times that.
After reading through everything, Lian Yun did not ascend to the second level immediately. Instead, he started over, selectively summoning certain books for another round of reading.
He realized that some of the sword techniques and personal insights he had were infused with the author's understanding and essence of swordsmanship. As long as he could grasp that essence, he would be able to learn the techniques more quickly and comprehend the profound meanings behind them.
Thus, Lian Yun's re-reading was not limited to one or two times; he often read them two or three times, or even three or four times.
He spent nearly an entire day on the first level before finally ascending to the second level.
The number of books on the second level was nearly half that of the first, but this time Lian Yun also took a significant amount of time before leaving for the third level.
Strangely enough, both the third and fourth levels had more books than the second level, particularly in terms of completed sword techniques and insights into swordsmanship.
This likely indicated that most of the sword techniques created by the Xianjian Sect throughout history were primarily at this level—not the lowest but also not considered high-level.
It made sense; after all, those who could create their own techniques were already exceptional in the realm of swordsmanship. The ordinary techniques found in the first two levels seemed to have been created casually by others.
Lian Yun spent nearly three hours reading on the third and fourth levels.
When he entered the fifth level of the Sword Pavilion, Lian Yun chose not to continue upward but instead left the Sword Pavilion. Upon exiting, his eyes were somewhat dazed; he had spent all his time reading for five hours and had absorbed so much knowledge that his thoughts felt chaotic.
At Yao Yun'er's invitation, Lian Yun made his way to Azure Cloud Peak, where she and Xiao Jun were located.
Azure Cloud Peak had numerous buildings at its midsection and base, but at its summit stood only a small pavilion.
Xiao Jun sat cross-legged on a flat stone, his breath merging with the earth. He was so present yet elusive that sometimes one could overlook him entirely; even if you stared directly at him, he could vanish from sight in an instant.
Though amazed, Lian Yun naturally did not disturb him. Instead, he found another flat stone to sit cross-legged upon, closing his eyes to calm his mind and organize the countless sword techniques swirling in his head.
For now, he did not categorize them in detail but simply integrated some of the layered content together. In less than half a day’s time, he returned to the Sword Pavilion.
Upon reaching the fifth level, he found it had about half as many books as the third and fourth levels—around three hundred thousand. The sixth level contained one hundred thousand books, while the seventh had fifty thousand. The eighth level held only three thousand.
Although the sword techniques at the higher levels were indeed more profound, it took Lian Yun only three hours to master all four levels combined.
After leaving the Sword Pavilion, he returned to Qin Yunfeng and began the formal organization of his findings.
First, he separated the sword techniques that could be cultivated, including insights into sword techniques, unformed sword techniques, and some original techniques meant for mortals.
He also noted a portion of conjectural content that, while not strictly sword techniques, could be seen as characteristics and realms of swordsmanship. This part resembled martial arts methods in novels, having a conjectural effect but lacking concrete substance.
After a simple classification, Lian Yun categorized all the sword techniques.
As the saying goes, "All things arise from the three births." Even within the realm of swordsmanship, there were many categories to consider: defensive Sword Control techniques, offensive sword techniques, and Harmless sword techniques.
The Harmless sword techniques were something Lian Yun had only recently come to understand. Some sword techniques were neither defensive nor offensive; they were merely forms of swordplay or even a type of dance with swords.
What seemed useless as a sword dance held a different meaning in Lian Yun's eyes. Although he couldn't fully comprehend it yet, he still recorded and categorized them carefully.
After categorizing the basic offensive and defensive techniques along with the Harmless ones, he further distinguished them by weight and intensity. Then, using different realms of sword technique, he could classify them by seasons—spring, summer, autumn, winter—and elements—metal, wood, water, fire, earth—as well as sun and moon, yin and yang.
Within these classifications lay nearly infinite combinations. For instance, one could have heavy defense in autumn or heavy offense in autumn—a geometric combination of sorts.
In this way, Lian Yun's mind was filled with detailed classifications of Myriad Sword Techniques.
Once the classification was complete, he placed the corresponding insight books atop each respective technique and began to contemplate them one by one. Two avatars temporarily set aside other matters to delve into different sword techniques.
From simple to complex, he absorbed insights step by step.
Then one avatar continuously performed interpretations within his Dantian, providing feedback for re-evaluation and distinguishing the quality of personal insights.
His entire being was in motion; over two hours, he consumed three bottles of Mental Potion. The gains he achieved were unprecedented.
When Lian Yun reached the tenth level of Xianjian Sect while contemplating his sword techniques, Elder Mei awakened him from his reverie.
Lian Yun was somewhat bewildered by the interruption; however, Elder Mei sighed helplessly and said, "Friend, some matters should not be rushed even when time is short."
"While rapid growth may yield rich rewards in the short term, in the long run, a steady pace often allows for a much greater journey than sprinting."
Seeing that Lian Yun still looked confused, Elder Mei suddenly became frustrated and exclaimed, "Just look at yourself right now!"
In the next moment, Elder Mei had vanished without a trace.
Lian Yun still felt somewhat bewildered. As he scanned his body with spiritual energy, he realized that although there had been no warning, he had lost a significant amount of weight. His cheeks were covered in stubble and appeared sunken. His eyes seemed bright and alert on the surface, yet there was a subtle layer of dullness beneath.
Taking a deep breath, Lian Yun closed his eyes, suddenly letting go of everything. He cleared his mind, wanting nothing more than to sit in silence.
After half an hour, the gloomy aura surrounding Lian Yun began to dissipate slightly, and his cheeks regained some fullness. However, his gaze still carried a hint of fatigue.
This was not fatigue of the mind or spirit, but rather a weariness akin to overexertion. With this in mind, Lian Yun took out the Withered Glory and began to play Dancing with Demons.
The melancholic tones were something Lian Yun could not perceive himself. He did not flaunt his control over the Greatsword; instead, he continuously sent the Greatsword soaring through the air for several circles before retracting it back into his body. He repeated this process over and over, feeling his spirit gradually rejuvenate.
After about five or six minutes, when the weariness had finally lifted, Lian Yun put away all the Greatswords and opened his eyes. Before him stood the stunning Yao Yun'er, wearing a face of concern, while Xiao Jun looked at him with a curious expression.
"Apologies for disturbing Brother Xiao's meditation; I hope you can forgive me," Lian Yun said as he clasped his hands in greeting.
Xiao Jun shook his head but asked with a hint of curiosity and confusion, "Is it possible for musical skill to convey such a swordsmanship essence?"
(End of Chapter)
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