Top-Class Insight: Start with Basic Fist Techniques - Chapter 125
Chapter 125: Three Days of Sword Forging, Ten Cauldrons of Power!
Translator: Daoist6fubtiW
“It’s been three days.”
Lu Changsheng glanced at his attribute panel.
The blood essence sword forging technique showed that he had been forging the sword for three days.
In three days, the blood essence sword had already undergone obvious changes.
Lu Changsheng focused his consciousness on the sword of Qi and blood in his body.
The blood essence sword looked very small at the moment, but after three days of continuous accumulation, it had already accumulated a lot of blood essence and emitted a unique aura.
“Let’s try.”
Lu Changsheng thought to himself.
“Slash!”
Lu Changsheng shouted.
Instantly, the sword of blood and Qi pierced through his body.
The moment the blood essence sword pierced through his body, a blood-red sword light flashed before his eyes.
“Boom!”
In the blink of an eye, the sword of qi and blood arrived at the location Lu Changsheng had pointed out.
It was a hard boulder.
Fast, accurate, and ruthless!
The blood essence sword was as fast as lightning.
However, the qi and blood sword did not rely on its sharpness to kill the opponent. Instead, it relied on the massive amount of qi and blood accumulated between the qi and blood to erupt with a bang.
Instantly, the huge boulder actually shattered into pieces.
Lu Changsheng’s pupils contracted.
Although he had expected this, he was still shocked.
It had only been three days since he forged the sword, but the power of the blood essence sword was already about ten ding.
After all, Lu Changsheng was now able to control his strength with great precision.
He could tell at a glance that the power released by the blood essence sword just now was definitely the power of ten ding.
Ten ding of strength in three days, a hundred ding of strength in a month, wouldn’t that mean 1,200 ding of strength in a year?
Moreover, this was a very conservative calculation.
After all, as long as Lu Changsheng continued to change his blood marrow, his body would be able to absorb more Qi and blood, and the more Qi and blood he would lose every day, the more Qi and blood he would be able to absorb into his sword.
Then, the power of the blood essence sword would continue to rise.
In fact, Lu Changsheng only needed to spend half an hour a day to forge a sword. If he consciously mobilized his Qi and blood to forge a sword, he could recover his Qi and blood with a little herbal food.
Under such circumstances, the efficiency of sword forging would be greatly increased.
At that time, it would not be impossible for him to have the strength of 200 ding, 500 ding, or even 1,000 ding a month.
In short, the blood essence sword had unlimited possibilities!
Lu Changsheng released the Blood Qi Sword. He immediately checked the attribute panel.
[Host: Lu Changsheng]
[Comprehension: 719 (Hidden Dragon in the Abyss)]
[Blood Qi Sword Forging Secret Technique: 0 days of sword forging]
[Gantian Treasure Transformation Secret Technique: Level 1]
[Third Layer Wave: Second Layer]
[Nine Levels of the Fish Leaping Over the Dragon Gate Technique: Level Two]
Divine Dragon Transformation: Second Transformation
[Nine Thunder Words Secret Technique: Perfection (Incomplete)]
As expected, the ‘time’ accumulated by the Blood Qi Sword Forging Secret Technique had been reset. If he continued forging, he would have to start counting again.
“The blood essence sword must be used as a trump card. It can’t be used unless it’s in the most dangerous moment.”
“Once it is used, it must be decided!”
Lu Changsheng finally had an idea about the sword of qi and blood.
A trump card!
Once it was used, it had to be used to determine the outcome.
After all, the blood essence sword forging technique required time to accumulate. Once it was used, it would have to be accumulated again.
The more it accumulated, the more terrifying its power became.
If one, three, five, or even ten years were to accumulate.
If that was the case, how terrifying would the power be?
” The ‘time’ accumulation of the qi and blood sword is too vague. It would be great if it could be clearer.”
” Then, with the Vitality accumulated for three days as the unit, the strength of ten ding in three days, a hundred ding in a month, and 1,200 ding in a year. “With this standard, we’ll set a limit on how much Vitality we can have every day.”
“For example, if the Vitality is ten wisps, it’s equivalent to forging a sword for a day. If he had actually accumulated 20 wisps of Vitality in a day, the attribute panel would show that he had been forging the sword for two days. If he had accumulated 200 wisps of Vitality, it would show that he had been forging the sword for 20 days. But in reality, only a day has passed.”
Lu Changsheng thought to himself.
He set a standard for the Blood Qi Sword-Forging Secret Technique on his attribute panel.
This way, he could directly see how terrifying the power of the blood essence sword was.
Otherwise, if Lu Changsheng took the initiative to practice the sword of Qi and blood every day for a year, who knew how powerful the sword of Qi and blood would be?
However, if the amount of Vitality accumulated was counted as a day, then one year might mean that the sword had been forged for ten years. 1,200 ding in a year meant 12,000 ding in ten years.
In this way, the power of the blood essence sword could be very directly reflected.
As if sensing Lu Changsheng’s thoughts, the interface changed accordingly.
On one hand, Lu Changsheng created his own sword-forging technique, and on the other hand, he was still a doctor in the Miracle Hand Garden.
One day, Lu Changsheng went to visit his master, Wu Jing.
Wu Jing was sick.
It was just a cold, but it didn’t seem to be getting better.
His body was getting weaker by the day.
Lu Changsheng checked Wu Jing’s pulse and prescribed him some medicine, but none of them worked.
Lu Changsheng knew that Wu Jing’s Yuan Qi was running out, which meant that his life was coming to an end.
Wu Jing was actually already 79 years old and would be 80 soon.
It was rare to see a man in his seventies, but Wu Jing had already surpassed his seventies.
According to the average lifespan of this era, it was really very long.
However, Lu Changsheng was still unhappy.
Wu Jing smiled when he saw Lu Changsheng.
“Changsheng, I’m old. I don’t know how long I can last. However, I have no regrets..”
