Eternal Life: My Lifespan Increases Daily

At this moment, although his physical condition was not good, when he started contemplating, he quickly noticed a difference.

The seemingly ordinary knife mark in front of him seemed to magnify continuously.

The more he focused, the clearer the lingering Sword Intent became.

In a trance, Song Changming, through this Sword Intent, seemed to see a silhouette of a person wielding a knife, standing on the peak of a cliff, executing a world-shattering strike that changed the color of heaven and earth!

The cliff peak collapsed, countless rocks and stones were disassembled and scattered all over the place.

Among them was a hard stone slab, which coincidentally preserved a trace of the knife mark, along with a hint of the Sword Intent remaining on it.

No matter how many years had passed, this stone slab, buried deep underground, remained uncorrupted and unbroken due to the presence of the Sword Intent.

It was unearthed multiple times, passed hands, and reburied, during which it passed through countless hands, both human and demon.

Until it fell into the hands of Song Changming, and for the first time, the hints of Sword Intent on it were recreated.

Outside the courtyard, Su Qingqing turned her head, observing Song Changming with some concern.

Unbeknownst to her, Song Changming had already closed his eyes and entered a state of enlightenment, oblivious to the outside world.

The Sword Intent flowed around him, and his understanding of the Sword Tao was constantly improving during this process.

"Huh?!"

Outside the courtyard, Song Ping’an looked at the long sword he was holding, which was now emitting a continuous buzzing sound, an occurrence he had never seen before, and was puzzled by it.

He turned his head to look at Su Qingqing beside him and found that the sheathed longsword in her hand had no reaction.

At the same time, all the soldiers guarding outside the Song Residence, as long as they had knives, found their blades slashing out aggressive humming sounds.

This situation startled some of the soldiers, making them look as if they had seen a ghost.

"It’s the young master!" Su Qingqing was the first to realize that it was the Sword Intent emanating from Song Changming that caused this anomaly, indicating to Song Ping’an not to disturb or interrupt Song Changming at this moment.

It wasn’t until midnight, when the status refreshed with zero hour, that Song Changming ended this round of Potential Activation.

The Sword Intent on him quickly calmed down as well.

"Is this the Tao..."

Reopening his eyes, Song Changming gazed again at the stone slab in his hand, feeling a different sense of enlightenment.

If the martial arts of the past were considered as individual moves and styles, an eye for detail of Body Refining Martial Arts, they were low-realm combat techniques.

Martial Techniques emphasize the application of energy circulation, Powerful Qi, Inner Qi, and Gang Qi, which is a more refined and higher-realm combat technique for martial artists.

However, the Sword Intent Song Changming encountered on the stone slab at this moment was distinct from martial arts and Martial Techniques.

Martial Arts, connecting with the momentum of the heavens and establishing the meaning of Martial Tao, is more mysterious and powerful!

Martial Arts are an extension of Martial Techniques at a higher level, and only a few martial artists in this world know of their existence.

In the past, Song Changming had heard about these Martial Arts from Prince Cui.

And Prince Cui had heard some insights from Emperor Yun.

In today’s world, no one can create these so-called Martial Arts, and mostly only a rare few martial artists with extreme wisdom and talent can occasionally obtain these Martial Arts from ancient secret realms or relics.

That is to say, all existing Martial Arts in the world are ancient arts!

"Rumors say that Martial Arts extremely test wisdom and talent. It seems that my wisdom and talent, even with a value over a hundred, still don’t meet the conditions to comprehend this Martial Art..." Song Changming calculated in his mind.

He knew very well that without relying on the potential activation obtained at great risk in this limited-time state, he wouldn’t have been able to comprehend this strike from the stone slab.

Martial Arts do not adhere to ordinary moves and sequences, so the Martial Art he comprehended from the stone slab this time was only one strike.

He opened the panel for a quick check.

[Silent Saber: Early stage Martial Technique, Basic level (1105/100000)]

The strike that annihilates heaven and earth is called the Silent Saber.

"Indeed, it’s a Martial Art..."

With the panel’s confirmation, Song Changming no longer doubted anything.

Once the potential was activated, it directly helped him enter this Martial Art, considered a formal mastery.

In the future, when he wants to perform this Martial Art again, he won’t have to rely on that fleeting state of enlightenment anymore.

However, this doesn’t mean that Song Changming can use it whenever he wants.

This Martial Art’s consumption on him remains significant—executing it with full force even once means he has to exert his all, and after one strike, he is drained, with little left to spare.

Therefore, this Martial Art cannot be used as his regular weapon but only as a deadly technique.

Without the assurance to kill, releasing this Martial Art is also a risk for him.

"In the future, once the experience in this Martial Art increases and the mastery reaches a higher realm, perhaps it can be more effortlessly executed."

Thinking this way, Song Changming put away the stone slab in his hand, glanced at the still-closed room, and did not intend to enter it, but instead meditated in the courtyard, swallowing elixirs to continue recuperating.

Speaking of which, the continuous battles with the Martial Arts Grandmasters of the Changsheng Su Family indeed exhausted him.

At this moment, he continued to rest.

It wasn’t until the next day when the sun rose that Song Changming felt quite recovered.

This was due not only to his formidable self-healing power but also to the top-grade elixirs and Grandmaster Essence Blood, which played a crucial role.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t know how long it would take to return to his peak state.

"Young master, this is Yun Ding Tea from Fox Mountain, have a taste." Su Qingqing offered the already brewed tea upon seeing Song Changming’s session of meditation come to an end.

"Do those fox demons also have the habit of drinking tea and discussing Tao?" Song Changming inquired perplexedly.

In the past, he always believed that the Demon Race was ruthless and bloodthirsty, with survival being the sole principle of the weak being prey to the strong, with nothing else worth mentioning.

Later, as the existence of Great Demon Level beings became more prominent, he realized that the Demon Realm also had a complete demon society.

Admittedly different from the Human Race in various ways, it wasn’t just about slaughter and survival. Many in the Demon Race also had other pursuits in their lives.

In comparison, it seemed quite normal for the Fox Mountain fox race to appreciate tea and discuss Tao.

"Some of the old fox demons on the mountain enjoy these, and this Yun Ding Tea can nourish the Divine Soul and physique. It’s very useful, young master," Su Qingqing said, offering it like a treasure.

Upon hearing this, Song Changming did not hesitate and drank the hot tea from the cup.

The tea was excellent, and with a swallow down the throat, his entire body felt comfortably soothed.

"Indeed, as one gets older, they start enjoying tea..." Song Changming exhaled a breath of hot air and spoke affirmatively.

Now aged over eighty, within the Grandmaster Martial Artists he was considered young, but among ordinary people, he was quite elderly.

"As long as you like it, young master," Su Qingqing smiled and said.

"On Fox Mountain, there are still many rare treasures and exotic artifacts that are not available here..."

Su Qingqing said, as she took out and introduced many rare treasures from the Heaven and Earth Ring to Song Changming.

When the two had hurriedly reunited earlier, there was no chance to have a proper greeting due to the pressing circumstances, but now after the battle with the Su Family and the settling of dust, there was finally an opportunity.

As they spoke, an enchanting female visitor came calling—it was the returning Xi Yanxue.

"Mother." Upon noticing Xi Yanxue’s arrival, Su Qingqing stood up to welcome her.

"Didn’t I tell you not to get involved?" Xi Yanxue frowned slightly, looking at Su Qingqing with some displeasure.

Evidently, she did not want to involve her daughter in this affair, but Su Qingqing was always disobedient in this regard.

"I was worried about you being in danger, mother." Su Qingqing said in a slightly coquettish tone, uttering a few sweet words, which made Xi Yanxue refrain from further scolding.

In fact, as the only daughter whom she had lost and regained, she couldn’t be more indulgent, let alone truly harshly blame.

"Thank you, young master, for protecting my daughter," Xi Yanxue said to Song Changming with a courteous bow.

"No need to say that, this time it was Qingqing who helped me out. Otherwise, I fear I’d be hard-pressed to escape the danger that day," Song Changming shook his head and said.

He was well aware that, severely injured on that day, if not for Su Qingqing, Su Fengye may not have been willing to let him go.

And if he had perished then, though he could be reborn through Nirvana, he would never break through to the Grandmaster Realm, nor would he master the Martial Technique of the Silent Saber from the stone slab.

Without his prowess in battle, the outcome of the entire fight could have been entirely different.

From this perspective, Su Qingqing’s timely appearance played an extremely critical and important role.

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