Chapter 410 - 407: Switching to the Cyan Profound Technique
Time flowed by, unnoticed.
Fang Han remained seated, motionless.
His eyes moved across the thick booklet, page by page.
He lingered on each page for a long time.
Sometimes he would stare at a certain mantra, his brow slightly furrowed in thought.
Other times, he would gaze at a diagram, his finger tracing invisible lines on his knee, simulating the path of Inner Qi.
And at times, he would close his eyes, as if deducing every detail of the Circulation of the Heavens in his mind.
On the fourth floor, the only sound was the soft rustle of pages turning.
Finally, Fang Han finished the last page.
He closed his eyes and slowly went through the entire Cyan Profound Technique in his mind from beginning to end.
The mantras, the diagrams, the paths for the Circulation of the Heavens—he had memorized everything clearly, without missing a single detail.
He opened his eyes, a hint of unconcealable joy flashing within them.
He had successfully and completely understood and memorized this Grandmaster-Level Inner Power Cultivation Technique.
Elder Mo was still sitting behind the sandalwood desk.
He held a scroll, his expression relaxed.
Fang Han stood up, walked forward, and returned the Cyan Profound Technique with both hands.
"Thank you, Elder. This disciple has finished comprehending it."
"Finished already? Are you sure? Only half a day has passed."
Elder Mo took the booklet, his ancient eyes filled with astonishment.
Half a day.
To finish comprehending a Grandmaster-Level Inner Power technique in just half a day?
Previously, Fang Han had already shocked him enough by understanding and memorizing the Sky-Splitting Sword Technique in a single day.
Now, that time had been shortened again—to half a day.
"This disciple is certain he has finished," Fang Han said with a firm nod.
"Go on, then."
Recalling that it had taken him a full half-month to comprehend it, Elder Mo inwardly marveled at the boy’s monstrous talent and nodded lightly.
"This disciple will take his leave."
Fang Han bowed deeply, turned, and walked down the stairs.
His green robes swayed, and the sound of his footsteps gradually faded.
...
At Courtyard Thirty-five, Fang Han pushed open the gate and slowly walked in.
The midday sun filtered through the leaves of the bamboo grove in the courtyard, casting dappled shadows on the ground.
A spring breeze rustled through the bamboo, and a few leaves spiraled down.
Qiu Lan was speaking with two maids under the veranda. Seeing him return, she hurried over to greet him.
"Senior Brother, would you like lunch?"
"Yes." Fang Han nodded.
Although he was eager to switch to the Grandmaster Technique, the Cyan Profound Technique, he wasn’t in such a rush that he would skip a meal. He decided to fill his stomach first.
After lunch, having given instructions not to be disturbed, Fang Han crossed the courtyard, entered the Quiet Chamber, and shut the door behind him. He walked to a meditation cushion and sat down cross-legged.
Inside the Quiet Chamber, sandalwood burned in an incense burner, filling the air with its faint, fragrant scent.
Fang Han closed his eyes and focused his mind. The scriptures of the Cyan Profound Technique flowed slowly through his thoughts.
The ancient, profound mantras; the incredibly complex meridian diagrams; every single aperture in the Circulation of the Heavens—it all appeared clearly in his mind, without the slightest blur.
Word by word, page by page, he reviewed the entire Cultivation Technique from beginning to end in his mind.
Then again.
And a third time.
Only when he was certain that every word, every diagram, and every meridian path was deeply etched into his memory, with nothing omitted, did he slowly open his eyes.
"I can begin," he muttered to himself, taking out a Jade Bottle and tipping two True Spirit Pills into his mouth.
The Elixirs melted the moment they entered his mouth, transforming into two warm streams of Medicinal Power that surged through his limbs and body.
’The method for switching to the Cyan Profound Technique.’
With a flicker of his thoughts, the method for switching techniques recorded in the Cyan Profound Technique appeared in his mind.
Compared to when he had switched from the Xunfeng Technique to the Profound Wind Technique, the difficulty of switching from a Top-Grade Inner Power to a Grandmaster-Level Inner Power was on a completely different level.
A single misstep could lead to failure, causing his Inner Qi to clash within his body and result in severe internal injuries.
But he wasn’t flustered. His Root Bone Talent, a staggering 216 times the norm, was his greatest assurance.
He believed that with the boost his Root Bone Talent provided for Inner Qi Cultivation, switching to a Grandmaster Level Technique like the Cyan Profound Technique wouldn’t be too difficult. He certainly wouldn’t fail and suffer internal injuries.
The Profound Wind Technique’s Inner Qi within him began to follow the conversion method of the Cyan Profound Technique, attempting to change course and slowly circulate along a new, more complex and refined network of meridians.
At first, there was immense resistance between his old Inner Qi and the new technique’s pathways.
The Inner Qi, cultivated for a long time and now deeply ingrained, was like a river accustomed to its old channel. Suddenly forced into a new course, it inevitably slammed against the banks, causing sharp pangs of pain.
Fang Han’s expression remained unchanged.
His mind was focused and calm. Relying on his thorough understanding of the technique’s essence and his microscopic control over his Inner Qi, he guided it patiently and methodically.
One wisp of Inner Qi was successfully converted.
Two wisps, three wisps—
More and more of the Profound Wind Technique’s Inner Qi was transformed into the Cyan Profound Technique’s Inner Qi.
The stabbing pain gradually subsided, replaced by a strange, gentle warmth.
The warmth rose from deep within his meridians, as if countless tiny, warm currents were washing and tempering every inch of them.
Time passed in the silence.
The aura around Fang Han fluctuated, at times as calm as an old well, at others surging like an undercurrent.
Inside him, the pale cyan Inner Qi from the Profound Wind Technique was being drawn out, refined, and converted, wisp by wisp.
The conversion process was extremely slow; transforming each wisp of Inner Qi required immense mental effort.
But Fang Han was not impatient.
His mind was as still as water, completely immersed in the task of guiding and converting his Inner Qi.
One hour.
Two hours.
Three hours.
When evening arrived—
Fang Han’s body jolted slightly.
The last trace of the Profound Wind Technique’s Inner Qi inside him was completely converted!
In that instant, a brand-new Inner Qi circulation system, formed by nineteen connected apertures, thundered into existence!
The speed of his Inner Qi’s flow increased dramatically, roaring like a stream pouring into a great river, its surging momentum even more majestic.
The color of his Inner Qi changed from its original dark cyan, almost black, to a cyan-gold that seemed to have a faint metallic luster.
It gave off an indescribable sense of "purity."
Its texture was even more condensed and pure. The sense of power and might it produced as it circulated far surpassed what he had before!
Fang Han opened his eyes, and a faint cyan glint of Essence flashed in their depths before vanishing.
Feeling the reborn Inner Qi within him, the corners of his mouth lifted into an irrepressible smile.
"The switch to the Cyan Profound Technique was a success!" he muttered to himself, his voice filled with unrestrained joy.
Compared to the Inner Qi of the Profound Wind Technique, the Inner Qi of the Cyan Profound Technique was clearly more condensed and purer.
The difference was as great as that between before and after breaking through to the Third Grade.
If the Inner Qi of the Profound Wind Technique was water, then the Inner Qi of the Cyan Profound Technique was mercury.
For the same amount, their power was incomparable.
’Time to test the Cultivation effects!’
Fang Han didn’t stop. He took two more True Spirit Pills and closed his eyes again.
The Cyan Profound Technique began to operate, and his Inner Qi rushed endlessly along the complex and efficient pathways.
The Medicinal Power from the True Spirit Pills was efficiently captured and refined, transforming into wisps of pure Cyan Profound Technique Inner Qi that flowed into the rushing river of Inner Qi, causing it to grow at a visible rate.
One circulation ended—
Fang Han slowly concluded his practice, gently exhaling a breath of turbid air. His breath was long and deep.
He opened his eyes, an unconcealable look of pleasant surprise flashing within them.
"My Cultivation speed... has increased by at least three times!" he muttered, a hint of joy in his voice.
Three times.
This number far exceeded his expectations.
He had originally thought that switching to a Grandmaster-Level Inner Power technique would double his Cultivation speed, as he had gained a twofold increase when switching from a Middle Grade Cultivation Technique to a Top Grade Cultivation Technique.
He hadn’t expected it to far surpass his estimate and increase by a full three times.
What used to take him three months to achieve could now be done in one.
’However, that’s not even the biggest benefit.’
Fang Han focused his mind, carefully savoring the exquisitely pure and condensed Inner Qi within his body.
This purity didn’t just bring an increase in power.
More importantly, it would help him break through bottlenecks.
In the Martial Dao, the further one progressed, the more difficult the bottlenecks became.
The purity of one’s Inner Qi directly affected the force with which it could strike a bottleneck when trying to break through.
This was why the Fang Family, lacking a Middle Third Grade Internal Power Cultivation Technique, could not produce even a single Middle Third-Grade Martial Artist, no matter how numerous or diligent its members were.
The Grade of the Cultivation Technique determined the purity of the Inner Qi. If the Inner Qi wasn’t pure enough, it couldn’t break through those solid bottlenecks.
’If I had already switched to the Cyan Profound Technique when I broke through to the Middle Three Grades, breaking the bottleneck would have undoubtedly been much easier.’
Fang Han understood this in his heart.
He stood up, stretching his slightly stiff and sore muscles.
Outside, night had fallen.
He pushed open the door and walked out of the Quiet Chamber.
In the courtyard, moonlight shimmered like water, and the bamboo grove rustled in the night wind.
Hearing the noise, Qiu Lan hurried out from her side room.
"Senior Brother, would you like dinner?"
"Yes, just something simple," Fang Han nodded slightly.
Qiu Lan acknowledged and turned to give the order.
Before long, a few exquisite side dishes and a bowl of steaming rice porridge were placed on the table in the side hall.
Fang Han sat down and ate slowly.
In his mind, however, he was still savoring the transformations brought by the Cyan Profound Technique.
His Inner Qi was purer, his Cultivation speed was three times faster, and his power had increased dramatically.
By switching to the Cyan Profound Technique, he had undoubtedly improved immensely in every aspect.
...
The night was as black as ink, shrouding the rolling hills east of Qingyang County.
The terrain was uneven and sparsely wooded. A main road snaked through it, looking like a grayish-white ribbon under the moonlight.
A figure was flitting along the main road at an astonishing speed.
The man wore a black robe. He was tall, with the build of a tiger and the back of a bear. It was none other than the Netherworld Pavilion’s Elder, Yin Wugou.
His face was grim, his eyes fixed dead ahead.
After receiving Yin Huang’s distress signal, he had set out immediately, with almost no delay.
With the speed of his Second Grade Cultivation, traveling at full tilt, he had reached the vicinity of the location marked in the signal in just half a day.
’Yin Huang, you have to hold on...’ Yin Wugou repeated in his mind, his pace quickening even more.
Ahead, the terrain began to open up.
A sparse woodland appeared beside the main road.
Within the woods, the faint flicker of fire could be seen, and the intermittent roar of exploding Qi Force reached his ears.
Yin Wugou’s spirits lifted, and he pushed his speed even higher.
In just a few leaps, he had reached the edge of the woodland.
The sight before him made his pupils contract abruptly.
In a clearing, two figures were locked in a chase—one pursuing, the other fleeing.