My cultivation method shines upon all heavens.

In an instant, the world spun around.

He seemed to have transformed into a gifted commoner boy.

In order to seek the methods of cultivation, he endured hardship and hid in seclusion, serving as a servant in the powerful Luo family, secretly learning spiritual scriptures, and cultivating all the way to the limit of the Transcendent Realm.

But when he was about to break through and unlock the true path of cultivation, he suddenly found that the road ahead was completely blocked.

He knelt before the clan chief's door, pleading desperately, but was instead hunted down for miles.

In dire straits, he fled to a sheer cliff where the wind howled, and sat there for three months, watching the wind sweep through the valley and cleave the rocks.

He comprehended the way of being ever-changing and unrestrained, and finally deciphered the mystery of breaking through realms.

When all laws bind people, they create their own ways; when there is no path to the Way in the world, they use a knife to pave the way.

He borrowed the imagery of a raging wind to create his own throwing knife technique, which he named "Knife in the Wind."

This sword has no fixed moves; it moves with the wind and changes with the situation, as fast as flowing clouds and as sharp as splitting the wind.

To perfect his swordsmanship and reach the Transcendent Realm, he challenged countless heroes, defeating all who challenged him and earning a formidable reputation.

Finally, he encountered an elder of the Heavenly Mystery Sect.

The flying knife pierced the air silently, leaving a hair-thin scar on the opponent's face with the cultivation of a Transcendent Realm cultivator.

Amidst the angry shouts, the starlight flickered, then suddenly dimmed, and then, a giant hand descended…

Lu Ming suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze instantly returning to clarity.

Countless insights from "The Blade in the Wind" flooded into his mind like a torrent:

"Using the wind as momentum, the breath as the blade, the heart follows the shadow, the sword chases through the air..."

"The blade strikes without leaving a trace, its force never returns; with a mortal body, it draws in the heavenly wind; with solitary will, it opens the path of the blade..."

"My body is the wind, my blade is the edge; with a single thought, ten thousand blades tremble..."

He murmured softly, the small willow-leaf knife in his hand trembling slightly.

An invisible current began to surge and swirl around him, like a group of unseen snakes circling the blade.

The throwing knife vibrated more and more violently, and the mottled rust on the blade peeled off like scales, revealing the bright and dazzling silver-white blade underneath.

The blade is as thin as a cicada's wing, and its sharpness can chill one's skin even from three inches away.

He subconsciously looked down and saw that the writing on the Heavenly Heart Scroll had been refreshed:

[Martial Skill: Blade in the Wind (High-grade Spirit Rank; Mastery 2200/3000)]

A thought flickered in his mind, and his right hand trembled slightly.

A wisp of extremely sharp air flew out from the blade, silently slicing across a ginseng plant on the medicine shelf.

The ginseng stem is broken at the root, and the cross-section is as smooth as a mirror.

A slight smile crept onto his lips: "Not bad."

……

Over the next two weeks, the external situation remained turbulent.

After the Yellow Turban Rebellion raged for several months, two streaks of light, one from the East China Sea and the other from the South China Sea, shot into Luoyang City.

Twelve beams of light shot into the sky above Luoyang, illuminating the world.

The thunder roared like a torrential downpour, and the entire capital city flickered in and out of focus amidst the flashes of lightning.

Some people saw a Taoist priest, despite being struck by heavenly lightning, slowly step into Luoyang with a bamboo staff in hand.

After that night, General Ma Fubo, who was supposed to be trapped in Luoyang, suddenly appeared in Jizhou and won one victory after another, advancing with unstoppable momentum.

The imperial army, which had been on the verge of collapse, quickly regained its footing and entered into a protracted stalemate with the Yellow Turban army.

During this period, every time Fan Wu came, he would vividly describe the external situation.

When he got excited, he even forgot to smoke his pipe, waving it around in his hand like a conductor's baton.

But after he finished speaking, he would light up his cigarette again with a worried look on his face, his brows furrowed.

Lu Ming simply laughed it off, not taking it to heart.

Regardless of the turmoil in the outside world, he remained steadfast and unmoved.

Every day, he cooks ingredients and mixes wine in the distillery, and practices his internal energy to heal his injuries.

During this period, Liu Zhiyuan also asked him to do things several times.

Sometimes he was tasked with delivering a secret letter, sometimes with secretly eliminating a troublesome person, and sometimes with helping someone infiltrate the city from outside.

Lu Ming always completed each task cleanly and efficiently, never asking why, only focusing on getting it done.

And often the next day, he would hear that the Taiping Dao had stirred up trouble in some street or alley in the city.

Or it could be news that a powerful family was ambushed outside the city and suffered heavy losses.

But soon after, news would spread from the government office that one of the magistrate's trusted confidants had been assassinated.

It's a back-and-forth exchange, one life for another.

Strangely, despite such internal and external troubles, the Taiping Dao was never able to breach the city gates of Yinhu County.

Outside the city, demons lurked menacingly, and refugees thronged like ants, yet they were always blocked outside the city gates by Liu Zhiyuan, unable to advance or retreat.

However, each siege resulted in the mass deaths of warriors from the four powerful clans.

As a result, Liu Zhiyuan's reputation soared, but he also became increasingly reclusive, rarely even visiting government offices.

Lu Ming knew that Liu Zhiyuan's connection with Taiping Dao had probably already alerted the four major powerful families in the county, and the two were about to reveal their true intentions.

But he remained unmoved, silently following Liu Zhiyuan's instructions while seizing every opportunity to improve his cultivation.

Amidst the chaos and upheaval of the times, he always kept in mind his place in the world.

Ants should have the self-awareness of ants.

Late at night, he sat cross-legged on the bed, slowly exhaled a breath of stale air, and stopped his stance.

As his cultivation ended, he habitually looked down into his eyes:

[Martial Arts: Thunder Tiger Roar (Mid-grade Spiritual Scripture; Perfected 1000/4000)]

[Martial Arts: Moon Toad Scripture (Superior Earth Book, Incomplete; Minor Completion 16000/20000)]

[Skill: Dragon Tiger Wine (Minor Success 500/2000)]

[Martial Skill: Blade in the Wind (High-grade Spirit Rank; Perfect 100/4000)]

"With the help of fellow cultivators from all heavens, both the Wind Blade and the Dragon Tiger Wine have steadily improved. With the assistance of the Dragon Tiger Wine, the injuries have finally stabilized."

While he felt a slight sense of relief, he secretly sighed:

"But the cultivation of the Bone Forging Realm and the Marrow Refining Realm is more difficult than I imagined."

He watched the progress bar slowly ticking away, feeling helpless.

Although the injury played a role, the contrast between this snail's pace and the incredible speed of the past few days was indeed quite discouraging.

Just as he was feeling slightly dejected, the long-absent notification sound rang in his ear again:

[Ding! Prodigies from all realms rise up, and all heavens pay homage to my attainment of the Dao...]

[In the Zhenyue Divine Court, True Lord Huangpi opened up a grotto-heaven, entering a state of communion between heaven and man amidst chaos. The scroll owner can use Heavenly Heart Points to aid his enlightenment. Would you like to use them?]

Lu Ming was both surprised and delighted.

The Heavenly Heart Scroll had been unusually quiet lately, and he almost thought that all the geniuses of the myriad realms had run out of ideas.

However, Zhenyue Divine Court is also one of the myriad realms.

What realm is it to open up a grotto-heaven?

A question flashed through his mind.

The name "Zhenyue Divine Court" doesn't sound like the name of a world; it sounds more like the name of a power.

As for the so-called "opening up of a grotto-heaven," he had never even heard of it.

[Within ten breaths, True Monarch Yellow Bear will withdraw from the realm of communion between heaven and man, 10, 9, 8...]

The countdown has begun as scheduled.

Lu Ming was already experienced with this, so he decisively chose to "use".

For him, every time someone attains enlightenment, it means the birth of a book-level martial art, and there is no reason to hesitate.

White mist rises from the Heavenly Center Scroll, and the Heavenly Center Dot diminishes by one point in the blink of an eye.

At the same time, countless words began to appear on the scroll:

[The scroll's creator used the Heavenly Heart Point to imprint the enlightenment state of True Lord Yellow Bear...]

[The Yellow Bear True Lord opened up the primordial chaos, sitting alone in the undeveloped land, questioning the Great Dao with his physical body...]

[The inquiry failed... True Lord Huangpi lacks comprehension and has missed the opportunity to attain enlightenment. Should the scroll master use the Heavenly Heart Point again to help him comprehend the Dao?]

Lu Ming's expectant eyes widened instantly, his face filled with disbelief:

"What's going on? You've already opened up a celestial realm, sitting alone in the undeveloped primordial chaos, yet your comprehension isn't enough?"