The Transmigrator's Cultivation

Chapter 132 - Arc 10: The Affairs of Sword Cave | Chapter 132: Cultivation Path

Translator: Lynn

As Xu Ziqing stepped across the cave’s path and onto the threshold, his entire perception underwent a sudden and dramatic shift.

A ferocious gale surged forth, its currents bearing innumerable frigid facets, akin to unseen blades endowed with a bone-chilling bite, slashing towards his face!

Startled, Xu Ziqing instinctively recoiled as if to retreat. However, in the very next instant, he channeled his inner energy down to his feet, steadying his stance.

Among these unseen blades, some carried vibrant life, others exuded an eternal dampness, some were solid and substantial, while others were swift and keen. Each corresponded to one of the five elemental forces—wood, water, earth, metal, and fire.

There was no doubt that this was the Five Elements Wind Gust.

Shifting his gaze slightly, Xu Ziqing observed the sword cultivator stationed at the cave entrance. Although seated cross-legged, the figure’s demeanor starkly contrasted with the exterior. Beyond the cave’s mouth, the tempestuous wind was imperceptible, and the guard remained entirely unmoved. Yet, as Xu Ziqing embarked on this first step into the cave, the Five Elements Wind Gust erupted. Not only did it a.s.sail his own senses, but it also battered the guard’s back incessantly. His attire suffered significant damage, much of it torn asunder by the fierce winds, leaving behind welts and scars.

A divergent reality existed within and without the cave. It appeared that outsiders’ perceptions were shrouded by an illusory veil, allowing them only a partial view. Upon entering the Sword Cave, however, the truth was laid bare.

Xu Ziqing inwardly marveled at the perseverance of the vigilant guard, now comprehending that the Five Elements Wind Gust was the initial trial he must endure. Failure to surmount this trial would bar his true entry into the depths of the cave.

Summoning his resolve, Xu Ziqing thought, “Onward!”

With a glint in his eyes, Xu Ziqing enveloped himself in his vital energy and ventured deeper into the cave.

At each step, an array of disparate sword winds a.s.sailed him—soft and rigid, plain and lively—each embodying its own swordsmanship essence. Regardless of his care, if any robust gust made contact, injuries were inevitable.

Pressing forward deliberately, Xu Ziqing found himself nicked by a cold blade of light, his skin marred by a thin, cold line where the breeze had grazed. But almost immediately, a gentle Wood energy mended the wound, causing the blood to recede, and the skin to mend.

Infuriated by his rapid recovery, the Five Elements Wind Gust intensified, and a sudden burst of golden radiance drew near. Startled, Xu Ziqing swiftly turned his head—yet the golden light brushed against his forehead, and, in an instant, a single strand of hair was severed, reduced to fine particles by the powerful winds.

This incident left Xu Ziqing profoundly taken aback. The Five Elements Wind Gust adhered to no discernible pattern, alternately ranging in intensity, and the elemental characteristics contained within each gust shifted unpredictably.

Now presented with two options, Xu Ziqing contemplated his course.

The first was to remain vigilant, evading the gusts with swiftness, progressing only when the wind ebbed—an expedient path.

The second, more arduous choice was to contend against the tempest, steadfastly pressing onward.

After a brief reflection, Xu Ziqing opted for the latter. Committed to self-improvement, he resolved to confront any challenge head-on. Difficulties, he reasoned, were the crucible from which one emerged stronger. And considering his senior brother’s journey, a path of countless trials surely led him to his current cultivation.

In the palm of his hand, a glimmer flashed as Xu Ziqing grasped the steel-wooden sword.

His senior brother had imparted that in swordsmanship, the foundation rested upon slashes, stabs, chops, and swipes.

Focusing his thoughts, Xu Ziqing inhaled deeply, then swung his sword with conviction—slash!

With a regimen of thirty thousand daily swings, the fundamental sword techniques had long been imprinted within him, ingrained as instinct. Every sword’s trajectory was familiar, and every strike’s impact point was precalculated. Amidst changing footing, he maintained optimal posture, a symmetry of movements free from error.

Though the Five Elements Wind Gust raged unpredictably, as a swordsman, Xu Ziqing harbored no fear.

Guided by Yun Lie’s instructions, Xu Ziqing grasped the principle of unifying all sword techniques into one, bypa.s.sing the need for countless trials and discoveries.

Hence, regardless of how the wind blew or its direction, it merely represented the varying angles from which an adversary might attack. The Elemental Wind had no sentience; it merely embodied the natural air currents that swept through the Sword Cave. Hence, Xu Ziqing merely had to meet it with his most instinctive stance, addressing it through fundamental sword techniques.

Methodically and earnestly, Xu Ziqing advanced, step by step.

Initially, his body bore many minor cuts from wind-driven attacks that slipped past his defenses. However, as he grew accustomed, the injuries waned, edging toward insignificance. Chop, stab, chop, swipe…

With time, Xu Ziqing a.s.sumed a mechanical rhythm, his sword becoming an extension of himself. Fatigue and surroundings melted away; he was immersed in a transcendent state, akin to his daily sword practice, selflessly absorbed in his actions.

In an instant, the winds ceased altogether!

Xu Ziqing jolted awake. Before him sprawled an expansive cavern. Bewildered, he spun around, only to realize he had traversed the lengthy pa.s.sage. Near its entrance, close to the cavern wall, sat over a dozen figures in tattered garments—monks worn by the elements.

At that moment, Xu Ziqing understood. These individuals had endured the Elemental Wind’s onslaught, relying on a thin veneer of qi to shield themselves.

This qi layer constantly fractured and regenerated, as their flesh and blood fused with the sword’s keenness within the wind. The result? Their bodies were virtually invincible!

An idea surfaced: Should he embark on such rigorous asceticism? Yet, he promptly dismissed the notion.

The path of the sword wasn’t his, nor was its temperament. Though his inner path remained undefined, Xu Ziqing had spent enough time exposed to swordsmanship to discern that his journey would not mirror Yun Lie’s. Despite his longing to stand beside his senior brother, embracing the way of the sword wasn’t feasible. Moreover, his destiny lay entwined with the “Ten Thousand Woods Great Heart Planting Technique,” decreeing his future as a pract.i.tioner of the Dharma.

His path lay in mastering spells, harnessing the power to manipulate trees, and discovering an avenue that harmonized with his unique essence—an immortal route to tread.

In this instance, Xu Ziqing’s recognition solidified.

Indeed, he had ventured into the Sword Cave not to temper his physical body, but to unleash his latent potential through Four Seasons Sword Art training. Realizing this, clarity settled within him. Without hesitating, he proceeded, stepping into the immense grotto without glancing back.

Inside the cavern, rings of pa.s.sages and chambers sprawled. Absent were the elemental winds; not a single trace remained.

Absolute silence enveloped the surroundings, resembling an ordinary cave’s interior. Yet, a distinct chill lingered, setting it apart from the norm.

Unease tinged Xu Ziqing’s thoughts. This unfamiliar scene sparked odd feelings. However, he channeled these emotions into vigilance—given the site’s purpose for honing, caution remained paramount in any situation.

Gripping his sword’s hilt, he trod carefully.

One step, two steps, three steps… nothing untoward occurred.

But this apparent ease only heightened Xu Ziqing’s alertness.

Approaching a circular aperture in the cavern’s floor, he paused before stepping in. Gradually raising the steel and wooden sword, he prepared to test the waters.

He couldn’t afford the same recklessness he’d shown on Sixing Peak.

Failing due to negligence on his first day within this Sword Cave would dishonor his senior brother’s earnest guidance. Thus, even though curiosity enticed him to explore, caution remained his watchword.

With this resolve, Xu Ziqing opted to initiate a trial with the steel and wooden sword.

If a mechanism lay in wait, he’d trigger it this way, possibly defusing any potential danger.

Amid his scrutiny, the sword’s point slowly entered the aperture.

Instantly, ripples manifested around the blade’s tip, coupled with a potent suction force!

Startled, Xu Ziqing almost relinquished his sword. But in the next breath, he sensed no hostility within the pull—it appeared to guide him inward. With this realization, he ceased struggling, aligning himself with the force. Relaxing his mind, he surrendered to the pull’s momentum.

Indeed, the world flipped, and his vision blurred. As equilibrium returned, a new vista unfolded before him.

Exhaling a sigh of relief, Xu Ziqing looked onward.

In the forefront lay a brownish-green mountain wall, devoid of any vegetation, exuding a simple and remote aura. Two prominent characters adorned the wall, stating “Sword Room.”

Surveying his surroundings, Xu Ziqing discerned a stone chamber with a radius of several feet. Though s.p.a.cious, it held emptiness. His gaze swept across every corner, finding neither exit nor entrance; only the four mountain walls echoed an uncanny uniformity. Even the words “Sword Room” adorned each of these walls.

A sigh of understanding escaped him. This was the first level of the Sword Cave—the s.p.a.ce where sword practice unfolded.

Yet, the mystery remained: what essence resided within this chamber, compelling latent potential and luring countless sword pract.i.tioners?

Though baffled, Xu Ziqing quelled his thoughts. If answers eluded him, he needn’t delve too deeply. The truth would reveal itself through practice.

Now, he needed to contemplate how immortals acquired swordsmanship—how many stages composed the so-called sword art and how to gauge its mastery.

During morning sword drills, his senior brother once opined that while swordsmanship had no fixed boundary, a.s.sessing its depth wasn’t entirely subjective.

Initial training focused on the basics: correct sword postures, precise moves, and varied honing techniques aimed at refining one’s blade.

When the sword’s draw sp.a.w.ned luminance akin to starlight, the first level of proficiency was attained—the stage of sword light.

This light didn’t stem from the sword’s blade, but rather the mastery of the art itself, a feat achieved only when the wielder harmonized seamlessly with the sword.

Gradually, this luminance condensed, morphing into a semi-material form reminiscent of mist yet not. It was sword energy, capable of wounding foes even through the air. Magic tools and talismans could harness this energy for protection.

This marked the realm of sword qi. At this juncture, the pract.i.tioner could emanate sword pressure, intensifying into a “momentum” that could sway battles.

Xu Ziqing recalled witnessing Xu Zifeng at this stage. His sister Xu Zitang’s defense against a monster b.u.t.terfly, empowered by five sword energies bound to a jade talisman, followed by his lethal strike, stood out vividly.

Recalling those events, Xu Ziqing marveled at the strength displayed. But as time pa.s.sed, encountering Yun Lie, a genuine swordsman, revealed even more powerful and accomplished swordsmen.

Rea.s.sured, Xu Ziqing resumed his meditative state.

Beyond the sword qi phase, the energy coalesced into tangible sword techniques, dealing greater damage than mere sword qi upon impact—this was Sword Star. This stage marked the “Sword Star Stage.” Only once a pract.i.tioner could manifest a solid sword structure were they truly deemed a swordsman; anything less wouldn’t suffice.

Continuing training, the sword techniques would grow rounded and refined, enabling the wielder to divide and manipulate the blade in diverse ways—this was Sword Enlightenment. More potent than Sword Star, Sword Enlightenment offered versatility and comprised the “Sword Enlightenment Phase¹Idk how to name this phase, the raws is 劍芒段. Does it fitting?.”

At this level, a swordsman’s mastery neared an apex, coinciding with a profound understanding of the art.

Thus, swordsmen possessed considerable might, boasting the most potent offensive capabilities among peers of similar levels.

However, a swordsman’s supremacy wasn’t solely rooted in their gleaming blade.

Another factor came into play: “Sword Intent.”

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• 1Idk how to name this phase, the raws is 劍芒段. Does it fitting?