A man in the Qin Dynasty changed the world by collecting entries.

Is this the Han Guang Sword in his eyes?

No, this is a pulse transmitter, a Warring States version of a curry stick!

When Wuming heard Bai Yuan's whisper, a flash of inspiration struck him. He had never thought about the length and size of the sword when he condensed it before. He always used the sword he used before obtaining Han Guang as the standard, with a fixed length and size. At most, he would switch between the two ends.

But after Bai Yuan's reminder, he realized that his previous use of it seemed a bit superficial, and his thinking was completely fixed. He was still using Han Guang as an ordinary sword.

If it were any of the other famous swords in the sword manual, it would be fine, because at least they have a physical form that can be seen and touched. But the Han Guang Sword is different; it is not a proper sword at all.

This is a sword that is unrestrained!

In an instant, a tidal wave of emotions surged within Wuming's heart, his thoughts racing.

However, remembering that he was the one teaching Bai Yuan, he quickly used the Sitting Meditation Technique to calm his mind.

He hasn't experienced such a strong emotional fluctuation in many years.

"Phew! I was originally planning to teach you swordsmanship, but before I even started, I'm the one who's been taught!"

Wuming was quite decisive and bowed to Bai Yuan.

Bai Yuan quickly stepped forward to support him: "Mr. Wuming, what are you doing?"

"No, this is what you deserve. I was too fixated on the form of the sword before and didn't realize it. It is formless and contains light, but takes form because of my heart. Now, after hearing your words, I feel enlightened. Perhaps my meditation technique can be improved."

No matter how Bai Yuan tried to persuade him, Wuming still completed the grand ceremony.

Because this is not just a matter of the Han Guang Sword, but a matter of the Dao itself.

The path that Wuming walks and the path he seeks are inextricably linked to the Han Guang Sword. Although Bai Yuan's ideas are somewhat unconventional, they enable his path to go further and longer, which is tantamount to a second life.

In comparison, the swordsmanship he originally intended to teach Bai Yuan was rather insignificant.

Bai Yuan was also somewhat amused and exasperated. He hadn't even really tried to fool him; he had only mentioned it briefly, yet Wuming had reacted so strongly. If he were to reveal his true thoughts, who knows what Wuming would do!

"I hope Mr. Anonymous doesn't think my idea was a bit far-fetched."

Upon hearing this, Wuming immediately waved his hand: "How could that be? If you have any other thoughts, please feel free to speak them. Wuming would be extremely grateful!"

Bai Yuan originally intended to be modest and skip the topic, but he didn't expect Wuming's thirst for knowledge to explode, looking at him as if he were looking at a treasure.

"Can I really say?"

Wuming immediately nodded: "Junior Brother Baiyuan, please speak freely!"

Since he had already addressed him as his junior brother, Bai Yuan had no choice but to give him another reminder.

"Have you ever tried to see just how long a condensed sword blade can be? If it could be condensed to seven or eight zhang long, then..."

He stopped speaking there, believing that Wuming would understand what he meant.

Sure enough, Wuming's eyes lit up as well.

Although the sword was one of the mainstream weapons of this era, its length was generally around three feet and three inches due to considerations such as materials and weight.

Therefore, in battle, swords are inherently much weaker than long weapons such as halberds and spears, not to mention ranged weapons such as bows and arrows.

As the saying goes, "An inch longer, an inch stronger; an inch shorter, an inch more dangerous."

What if his sword were several feet long?

Who says swordsmen have to fight in close combat?

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Chapter 6 Oh no! I've become a substitute!

Because of Bai Yuan's deception (crossed out) and guidance, Wuming's original plan was completely disrupted.

He is now completely absorbed in studying the Han Guang Sword, and feels as if he has entered a state of enlightenment.

After a long while, Wuming finally recovered and sighed, "It seems I can't teach you today. It's getting late, and we have to travel tomorrow, so you should go and rest!"

After saying that, he entered a state of sudden enlightenment and kept staring at the Han Guang Sword.

Bai Yuan and Lu looked at each other in bewilderment and had no choice but to go back to sleep.

Back in the carriage, Lu quickly fell asleep, clearly exhausted.

Bai Yuan opened the system panel and began to calculate his gains for the day.

Name: Bai Yuan

[Entries]: Quantum Speed ​​Reading (Purple), Sharp Eyes (Purple)

【技能】：狩猎（1/100）、厨艺（1/100）、相剑（1/100）

[Fragment]:

Looking at the information on the panel, Bai Yuan was quite satisfied.

Over the years, after deducting the fragments used up, I've managed to save up over two thousand, which is quite an achievement, considering there was only one way to obtain fragments before.

Don't be fooled by the fact that two thousand seems like a lot; it's not very durable when you actually use it.

Upgrading a white attribute to green requires 100 fragments, and the number of fragments required increases tenfold for each subsequent level.

He can only get one fragment from a white entry, 10 from a green one, and so on.

Clearly, he was lucky to get so many purple entries.

Today, activating three life skills brought him hundreds of fragments, equivalent to the reward of dismantling a blue attribute.

This is a stable source of income, much better than relying on daily draws.

Bai Yuan, who initially thought going down the mountain would be troublesome, is now actually looking forward to the days ahead.

The silver moon sets, the bright sun rises.

Bai Yuan woke up early, stepped out of the carriage, and found Wuming already waiting outside.

At this moment, Wuming had clearly broken free from the state of obsession and enlightenment he had experienced yesterday. He looked more energetic and his aura was more restrained, making him appear just like an ordinary person.

Upon seeing Bai Yuan emerge, Wuming nodded slightly to him: "Now that you're awake, wake Lu up too. Go wash up, and we'll continue our journey."

Not long after, they quickly packed up and boarded the carriage to continue heading east.

No sooner had they left than a group of men in black arrived.

Looking at the extinguished firewood and chicken bones scattered on the ground, a man who appeared to be a commander squinted and said, "It seems they spent the night here. Send a team back to report to the lord, the rest of you follow me to continue tracking the target."

"Yes!"

The men in black split into two groups: one headed towards Xianyang, while the other followed the tire tracks on the road.

Time flies, and Bai Yuan and the others have been away from Taiyi Mountain for more than ten days.

"Boom!"

Thunder roared in the sky, and an autumn rain was about to fall.

Inside the carriage, Bai Yuan and Lu whispered the story of Nezha: "Ao Bing accidentally revealed himself to be a dragon. Taiyi Zhenren was preparing to expose the dragons' heinous crimes, but at Shen Gongbao's urging, Ao Bing decided to unleash a massacre..."

Slaughter all the civilians present and bury them alive at Chentang Pass.

Upon hearing this, Lu couldn't help but clutch his sleeves, feeling worried for the people of Chentang Pass in the story.

Wuming, on the other hand, sat to the side with his eyes closed, resting, a state he had been in for a long time.

Since that night, Wuming has been in this state for most of the time, almost completely blocking out external disturbances, focusing on improving the Sitting Meditation Technique to make it more in line with the Dao of the Han Guang Sword.

Therefore, sitting in the carriage was extremely boring, so Bai Yuan would tell stories to Lu to pass the time.

Lu had never heard such a dramatic and gripping story before. Even though he was more mature than most people, he was still captivated by it.

Bai Yuan, who told these stories, suddenly became much more impressive in Lu's mind, almost comparable to his master, Wuming.

Bai Yuan described the characters and magical artifacts in those stories as if they were real, which made Lu Du quite fascinated.

In the end, Lu is just a little kid.

At this moment, Ah Da interrupted Bai Yuan's story, calling out from outside, "Sir, the rain is getting heavier, I'm afraid we can't go any further!"

After hearing this, Bai Yuan slightly lifted the carriage curtain, and a little rainwater seeped in through the gap.

He saw that the road ahead was already muddy, and the rain probably wouldn't stop anytime soon. If he continued, the carriage might get stuck, which would be troublesome.

"Let's find somewhere to take shelter from the rain!"

They were lucky; they quickly found an abandoned house that they could use to take shelter from the rain.

The house looks like it has been abandoned for a long time, but it is still in good condition. Although there is a hole in the roof and rainwater drips down through the hole, the hole is small and it doesn't matter.

Inside the house, Bai Yuan also found some discarded wood, so he made a fire to keep warm.

"This rain is really heavy."

Lu leaned against the fire, his eyes fixed on the outside, a sense of melancholy washing over him.

"Yes, barring any unforeseen circumstances, we'll probably have to spend the night here."

Bai Yuan poked at the fire, looking rather helpless.

With such heavy rain, there's no way to go hunting; we'll have to eat dry rations today.

At that moment, Wuming, who was meditating to the side, suddenly opened his eyes and whispered, "There's killing intent!"

Upon hearing this, Bai Yuan immediately became alert, his hand already gripping the hilt of the Peach Blossom Sword.

He acknowledged Wuming's strength, so if he said that, he must have sensed something.

At that moment, Wuming got up and pressed him down.

"You stay here and protect them. I'm going out to check."

After saying that, Wuming's figure flickered and disappeared in a few breaths.

Lu was worried about Wuming's departure and couldn't help but clutch Bai Yuan's clothes tightly.

"It's alright. Mr. Wuming is very strong. Even my senior brother might not be able to beat him."

Bai Yuan patted Lu's head to comfort him.

If he guessed correctly, the people who came were probably from the Luo Wang organization, after the Han Guang sword in Wuming's hand.

However, with Wuming's strength, even a top-tier assassin would be easy prey.