Fantasy: One Effort, Ten Thousand Times Critical Hit Harvest!

In a daze,

three more days passed.

Luo Mu was still in his room, surrounded by piles of papers—some intact, some crumpled, and some shredded to bits.

His eyes were bloodshot.

With a pen in hand, he hovered it in mid-air.

In stark contrast to the chaos around him,

the table in front of him was remarkably clean and tidy.

Only one manual remained.

Originally blank, it was now filled to the last few pages.

The previous content had all been completed.

It was evident that

the derivation was almost finished.

Ding!

“You have focused your attention, free of distractions, and deeply derived the Wusheng Sword Classic. A spark of inspiration has emerged!!! You triggered a critical hit, gaining a hundredfold reward!”

In an instant,

a surge of overwhelming information flooded his mind.

It was dense and intricate.

And Luo Mu finally grasped the last crucial point.

With the pen falling onto the paper, he finished writing the remaining content.

Phew!

Luo Mu leaned back.

The tense nerves finally relaxed.

After about a dozen breaths, hearty laughter slowly filled the room.

Luo Mu straightened up.

He picked up the manual on the table, his face full of excitement.

Finally… he had completed it!

He successfully derived the Wusheng Sword Classic to upper-grade Xuan-level!

And based on his assessment, within the upper-grade Xuan-level ranks, the Wusheng Sword Classic should also be considered a top-tier existence.

Because the current Wusheng Sword Classic had virtually no shortcomings!

He had incorporated the essence of the fifteen sword manuals into it!

One hundred slashes in a breath, amplification of sword power, and so on.

Of course, the most important aspect remained the Wusheng Sword Classic itself.

Originally, he could only condense one hundred strands of Wusheng Sword Qi, but now he could produce a thousand, or even more!

The exact amount depended on his physical body’s capacity to endure.

However, Luo Mu estimated that it could reach a maximum of three thousand strands!

“Domain Blade Style.”

“Overlord Blade Style.”

“Extreme Blade Style.”

“Draw Blade Style.”

These were the techniques Luo Mu had derived.

They were simpler than before, yet much more powerful!

Domain Blade Style.

A hundred-meter radius around him would be filled with Sword Qi, forming a domain.

Any opponent within it would be subject to an omnidirectional assault from the Sword Qi.

This was a type of area attack.

It was suitable for clearing fields.

However, this technique consumed a considerable amount of energy.

Luo Mu estimated he would need to step into the Spirit Sea Realm to use it recklessly.

After all, the quality of true energy was far superior to that of blood energy.

Overlord Blade Style.

All rivers converge into the sea!

All Sword Qi would merge into a single strike, powerful and overwhelming, containing the momentum to sweep across the world.

Extreme Blade Style.

In a single breath, it could unleash at least one hundred slashes, sufficient to deal with agile martial artists.

Draw Blade Style.

An advanced version of the Overlord Blade Style.

The Sword Qi

 would merge and be concealed within the sheath, suppressed infinitely, and then burst forth when at its limit!

Its power far surpassed that of the Overlord Blade Style!

“With the previous foundation, it’s not too difficult to practice.”

Luo Mu closed the manual, a smile appearing on his face.

The sword techniques were all derived by him.

Naturally, there were no doubts regarding the training content.

Like before, the focus was primarily on condensing Wusheng Sword Qi, which was the essence of the sword techniques.

One hundred strands indicated the entry level.

Three hundred strands indicated initial insight.

Five hundred strands represented minor success.

Seven hundred strands indicated great success.

As for perfection, one thousand strands would suffice, though it hadn’t yet reached the upper limit.

Additionally, practicing the techniques was necessary.

The current techniques were extremely intricate; merely understanding them wasn’t enough; he would need to continuously practice.

“How long has it been?”

In the world of cultivation, time was irrelevant. Even though Luo Mu had kept an eye on the clock, he felt a bit dazed.

“It should be around three days.”

Luo Mu stood up.

He stretched his body, and immediately, a series of crisp cracking sounds resonated from his bones, akin to frying beans.

“Deriving a sword technique to upper-grade level in just three days; I doubt anyone would believe it if I told them.”

Luo Mu’s lips curled into a smile.

Of course, all this was thanks to the little assistance from the system.

His earlier conclusions were also correct.

The longer he practiced, the deeper his mind was immersed, the greater the probability of high critical hits appearing!

In these three days,

he had neglected sleep and food, completely focused on deep derivation.

The occurrence of hundredfold critical hits reached a staggering thirteen times!

Among them, there was even one instance of three hundredfold!

Otherwise, he wouldn’t have succeeded in the derivation so quickly.

“Also, the spark of inspiration is incredibly important.”

Luo Mu stored the manual away, placing it into his storage ring.

Whether in martial arts cultivation or technique derivation, the concept of a spark of inspiration was prevalent.

What is a spark of inspiration?

It’s when, at a certain moment, you seem to enter a marvelous state, akin to enlightenment. In this state, your thoughts flow like a fountain, far exceeding your usual capacity.

For instance, just now,

he had been fortunate enough to experience a spark of inspiration, and the system also triggered a hundredfold critical hit.

It was equivalent to experiencing a spark of inspiration a full hundred times.

The rewards were unimaginably exaggerated.

Thus, he was able to instantly complete the final key point of the sword technique.

A spark of inspiration is extremely rare.

It completely depends on luck.

Therefore, for an ordinary person to derive martial arts is nearly impossible, even if they were to devote a lifetime to it.

Taking a deep breath,

Luo Mu cleared his mind, walked to the side, quickly washed up, then picked up the spirit blade and headed outside.

He remembered it was three days ago that they had left.

However, he had been entirely absorbed in martial arts derivation.

Thus, he had forgotten.

He also wondered if Cheng Qingman and the others had already left.

After wandering around the Marquis’ residence and following the direction given by a servant, Luo Mu finally found Cheng Qingman.

At this moment, Cheng Qingman was sitting on a swing.

In her right hand, she held a spirit fruit, occasionally taking a small bite, while her left hand held an ancient text, which she was perusing with great interest.

A gentle breeze blew, stirring Cheng Qingman’s hair.

Her features were stunning, her skin as white as snow.

Especially her long legs.

Under the sunlight, she radiated a beauty that was hard to describe.

Previously, Luo Mu had focused solely on cultivation,

leading him to not take a serious look at Cheng Qingman.

Now, he suddenly felt a sense of awe at her beauty.

“Junior Brother Luo?”

As if sensing something, Cheng Qingman looked up, and upon seeing Luo Mu, she paused for a moment, then a look of surprise appeared on her face. “You’re out now!”

“Sorry, I…”

Before Luo Mu could finish,

Cheng Qingman interrupted him, even blinking her eyes.

“It’s nothing! Besides, we’re friends now, right? Friends should naturally help each other!”

Cheng Qingman plopped down on a stool, resting her chin on her hands, her smile bright.

“I’m helping you now, and in the future, if I run into trouble, I believe Junior Brother Luo will help me too.”

At this point, her intentions were quite direct.

It was an investment in your future.

Upon hearing this,

Luo Mu smiled.

“Senior Sister Cheng has so much confidence in me; aren’t you afraid of putting in effort for nothing?”

“Of course I have confidence! I’m in the inner academy and have seen many geniuses, even prodigies,”

Cheng Qingman’s eyes squinted into beautiful crescents. “Although some are stronger than you now, I believe that with just a little more time, surpassing them will be a piece of cake!”

“In the future, you’ll definitely become a top powerhouse like my father.”

“No, you might even be stronger!”

Luo Mu was momentarily stunned.

He hadn’t expected Cheng Qingman to hold him in such high regard.

But upon careful thought, it seemed normal.

After all, comprehending the great momentum of martial arts at the True Qi Realm was indeed rare, and anyone would not easily overlook it.

“Well then, thank you, Senior Sister Cheng.”

Luo Mu contemplated for a moment and then smiled.

A full fifteen upper-grade Xuan-level sword techniques, among which five were middle-grade Xuan-level.

This was quite a generous offering.

Even if he were to exchange them in the academy, his current contribution points would not be nearly enough.

“Hehe!”

Upon receiving Luo Mu’s response, Cheng Qingman’s eyes sparkled with delight.

Although she was talented, she hadn’t fully inherited her parents’ abilities; one could only say she was an ordinary genius, so her future achievements were limited.

But that didn’t matter.

If she couldn’t be the main support, she could still lean on someone else!

Especially someone with such a bright and promising future!

“Well, I won’t disturb you any longer!”

Cheng Qingman stood up.

She understood that Luo Mu’s thoughts were likely completely focused on the sword manuals.

Lingering would serve no purpose.

“Take care.”

Luo Mu nodded.

His gaze was indeed focused on the manuals.

Seeing this,

Cheng Qingman rolled her eyes playfully.

Martial Arts fanatic!!!

She carefully closed the door.

Cheng Qingman clasped her hands behind her back, her slender fingers intertwined.

She began humming a tune,

and her smile grew even brighter.

Tonight’s moon was truly round!