In the dim s.p.a.ce, a figure sat cross-legged with his eyes slowly closing.

"Hold the breath for concentration and calmness. . . "

Following the method taught by the ancestor of the Wu family, Di Hongtian held all his breath and released his own thoughts. Gradually . . . his mind became calm and undisturbed like a pool of clear water.

Slowly, he could feel the unique breath in the s.p.a.ce, which spread everywhere.

The breath was so subtle that it could only be felt when he had completely calmed down.

He felt that the breath floated into his mind like thin silk threads which were blended into his consciousness. In an instant, thunder and lightning seemed to break out with sparks in his mind.

In the flashing sparks appeared every move of the sword arts he had practiced. With the integration of unique breath, some sword movements changed slowly.

The unique breath was like the feeling of countless sword cultivations. With the integration of the breath, he could easily sense his own shortcomings and defects.

 “Wow. . . ” Di Hongtian was shocked.

His heart shook. During the calmness, his breath retreated like a tide in an instant.

His eyes opened and he looked away into the dim s.p.a.ce. He could not help feeling dumbfounded.

That unique breath could not be felt any longer. Everything he had just experienced seemed to be a dream that left no trace.

The s.p.a.ce was actually a small hole in the hilt of the Sword Huanyan. Since the sword was so huge, even a small hole seemed to be as big as a room.

After discovering this secret s.p.a.ce inside the Sword Huanyan, the ancestor of the Wu family took great efforts to seal it with the black iron, which could only opened by the iron token that was in the hands of the master of the Wu family.

"Try again!" Di Hongtian closed his eyes again.

He forced a smile in his heart. The ancestor of the Wu family and Wu Meier had already warned him, but he still couldn"t suppress his excitement. Within only several seconds, his mind was broken.

Keep calm and relax the mood. . .

Soon, he once again felt the unique breath pervade all around.

Although he was still surprised at the marvelous breath, he could barely stabilize his mood to make his consciousness slowly blend with it due to his previous experience.

Puff! Puff!

Sparks were triggered in his mind, however, he seemed to hear the sound of countless breaking swords.

His mind was agitated again and he started to focus on these sword moves.

"This move can maximize the force from the front to the rear!"

"Well, this move has obvious flaws, which unexpectedly have never been noticed before. . . "

However, when sinking into the sword moves, his mind was fluctuating together with them and his mood immediately became unstable again.

"How could this be?" He quickly tried to suppress them. But the sword moves were still haunting his mind.

After several seconds, his mind collapsed again.

He seemed to be more annoyed and didn’t understand whether he was not talented enough or his method was not correct. The method was not right, since he could only hold on for several seconds at the most.

"If I cannot even focus on these sword moves, how can I improve my sword arts?" He frowned.

"Well, forget it and just have a try." He carefully recalled the tips from the ancestor of the Wu family and started to try again.

When he calmed down, the breath appeared again and merged into his consciousness. This time, he completely put down all his consciousness and did not care about the sparks, the lightning, or the thunder in his mind. He just let them go freely into his mind without any consciousness.

He calmed down with great ease.

In his subconsciousness, he seemed to be in a vast dark sky full of starlight, which was constantly integrating with his body.

As more and more starlight merged in his subconsciousness, the lightning and sparks in his mind grew denser and denser.

He didn’t focus on the sword moves any longer. After absorbing the breath, his swordsmanship didn’t improve immediately, however, the breath was precipitated in his perception of sword arts as if it were nutrients.

Once he started to practice next time, the swordsmanship would be improved at an an amazing speed as a result of those nutrients.

He emptied his subconsciousness so completely that even the pa.s.sage of time could not be perceived.

The time went by slowly.

One hour!

Two hours!

Three hours!

……

In the Sword Building, Wu Meier looked up at the sky and could not help smiling when she saw the closed black iron gate.

"Fifth Brother has a very deep understanding of the swordsmanship!" She stood up and floated out of the sword tower.

She looked back upstairs and said, "I’m wondering how long he can hold on. I’ll just come back and have a look again later at night."

While walking back to the center of the family, she heard someone cursing outside and she slightly furrowed her eyebrows.

 “Get out!”

 “Jianzhonglin is an ancient vestige, not the personal property of someone.”

"The Wu family is just a small clan. You’d better have self-awareness.”

"We just want to have a look at these ancient swords. . . "

In front of the gate, the disciples of the Wu family were in confrontation with several guys.

Six guys in total, and all were in the world of martial arts. Since their levels seemed not low, they were so arrogant that they almost suppressed the disciples of the Wu family.

"What’s the matter?" Wu Meier asked with a frown as she walked over.

When the disciples saw her, they could not help complaining angrily, "They clamored to intrude into Jianzhonglin to have a look. The Eighth Disciple has already rushed inside to report to the ancestor, but they are so impatient that they even want to get in by force.”

Despite her smooth temper, Wu Meier still struggled to calm down in such a situation.

They clearly didn’t take the Wu family seriously.

"You are also predecessors in the world of martial arts. While coming to worship the Buddha, have you even forgotten the basic regulations?" Wu Meier said coldly as she glared at them.

"The little girl looks very pretty!" one said frivolously as he glanced at her.

"Is a small clan like your Wu family worthy of our worship?" Some looked disdainful.

A big man with a thick beard was quite impatient and stepped forward directly to push Wu Meier aside.

 “Get out!”

At this moment, an angry scream was heard like thunder. Then a figure flashed in front of Wu Meier and stretched his palms against the guy.

The big man let out a low groan because out of the palms came the sudden real vitality, which was gathered like countless wild beasts.

 Bang!

He touched his palms to release the violent vitality collision, which blasted like artillery sh.e.l.ls.

"Elder brother!" Seeing the approaching figure, the disciples of the Wu family showed joyful expressions.

Wu Lingfeng stood in front of Wu Meier, nodded slightly, then whispered to her, "Meier, are you okay?"

Wu Meier shook her head and glared at the six guys furiously. 

"The small clan of the Wu family unexpectedly has such a master among the younger generation. . . " The big man shook his arm and stared at Wu Lingfeng with a solemn expression.