The Martial Saint begins by collecting corpses.

Upon entering the Black Prison, a scorching heat immediately hit me.

Lu Ming looked at the rather spacious black building with some surprise. He had thought that the Black Prison would be cold and dark, but it turned out to be stuffy and brightly lit.

He was standing on a high platform behind the main gate, and in front of him were square, roofless rooms divided into sections.

Huh? No, it's not roofless. The ceiling at the top is made of a glass-like material, shimmering with a metallic sheen, allowing you to see into the room.

Some of the rooms were completely empty, while others contained dark shadows or ghouls doing all sorts of strange things.

At the edge of the entire Black Prison, raging flames rose up, forming a square ring of fire that enveloped the area.

There are several small courtyards on the left and right sides of the high platform.

As soon as Lu Ming entered, the black prison gate behind him creaked shut and slammed shut, leaving no gaps. The gates of two small courtyards on either side suddenly opened.

Seemingly hearing the commotion, they came out to investigate.

One of them was a middle-aged man whose clothes were worn and who had an unpleasant odor.

Perhaps due to years of exposure to this environment, his face was pale with a sickly flush, and his bloodshot eyes were slightly narrowed as he frowned and stared at Lu Ming, saying:

"There are still six months until your shift ends, why are you here early?"

The other person was a cold-looking old man dressed as a Taoist priest. He immediately glanced at the night patrol token at Lu Ming's waist and his face turned cold.

"New Moon? Lin Yuanrong is really getting worse with age, even sending New Moon? Does this mean the Night Watch Division is out of talent?"

After saying that, he turned around and left without thinking, slamming the courtyard gate shut and ignoring Lu Ming.

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man with bloodshot eyes squinted at Lu Ming's waist token, and immediately frowned deeply:

"What's going on with Chief Inspector Lin? He actually sent Crescent Moon in? Hey kid, did you offend him?"

It seems these people know everything. Lu Ming nodded and said:

"good."

He then looked around thoughtfully:

"Senior, these doors can't be opened just like that, right? How do you all live normally then?"

The middle-aged man shook his head and said:

"You still have the mind to worry about how to live? You should be thinking about how to survive today."

"Just a heads-up, don't go near those rooms."

"Although they generally don't riot in the Black Prison, with your cultivation level, you might not even be able to withstand the yin energy emanating from these ghosts."

As he spoke, he sighed and turned to walk towards the courtyard, looking as if he couldn't help.

Lu Ming quickly asked:

"Senior, are you the only two here? May I stay in one of those empty courtyards?"

"If you survive, then do as you please."

That's what the man said.

Lu Ming looked at the rooms and estimated that there were at least five or six ghosts inside, each of them looking extremely powerful.

He thought about it and decided not to rush into devouring it, lest he prematurely attract the shock of Lin Yuanrong and his group and lead to further schemes.

He decided to improve his cultivation level first.

In the end, this world is ruled by strength.

As long as his power is sufficient to suppress everything, then he has nothing to fear from any conspiracies or tricks.

He found an empty courtyard to live in. The place was always closed off, so there wasn't much dust, and it became very clean after a little cleaning.

There was a well in the courtyard, and the woodshed was piled high with firewood. He boiled a pot of water, brewed a packet of internal cultivation medicine, tilted his head back, and drank it all in one gulp.

Feeling the intense medicinal power coursing through his body, he pressed his right hand against the ring-pommel sword at his waist, and with a clang, suddenly drew it out and began to wield it in the courtyard.

The blade flickered erratically in the firelight illuminating the walls of the dark prison, so much so that the blade itself was obscured by his movements, only its gleaming light was visible.

The Lightning Blade: A military tactic!

This is a rather special martial art, as it is both a training method and a martial skill.

It contains a special method for tempering the body. During the practice of swordsmanship, the medicinal power of the secret medicine he cultivated was rapidly consumed and refined to enhance his qi and blood.

"In stillness arises an empty room, where thunderous roars gather in the body, the spirit rises with the clouds and cranes, and the will soars with the purple lightning..."

Lu Ming moved with the swiftness of a python, his waist and spine snapping like a bowstring. He swept his blade across the ground, imagining an attack on the enemy's lower body. Then, as the enemy retreated, he advanced, his blade flashing like lightning, slashing forward with unstoppable momentum...

As he practiced, he gradually absorbed Lei Xiao's martial arts experience, and his mastery of the Lightning Blade deepened.

He didn't know how long he had been cultivating, but he felt that the medicinal power of the internal cultivation medicine in his body was about to be exhausted. Just then, a strange look flashed in his eyes.

The next moment, he stepped forward, his knife suddenly sweeping out horizontally. A strange feeling emanated from within, as if his will had attached itself to the knife.

Using the momentum of the blade's strike, a streak of purple lightning flashed out and disappeared in the air.

"This is……"

Lu Ming stared blankly at the scene, then realized what was happening, and a look of surprise appeared in his eyes.

If this were the first time he had witnessed such a scene, he might have wondered if he was hallucinating.

But he had seen Master Wuling recite the swastika and had also witnessed Lei Xiao unleash purple lightning.

Now, he has experienced that feeling firsthand.

So this is the true meaning of communicating between Yin and Yang and revealing the true meaning!

The so-called Yin and Yang refer to the physical body and the spirit. Once you understand the true meaning of Yin and Yang, you can manifest the true essence of martial arts.

Only martial arts techniques imbued with spirit can strike demons and monsters, and their power will be multiplied.

Having absorbed the experience of so many martial arts masters, he finally comprehended this level of understanding, and Lu Ming felt a surge of joy.

Only then did he truly understand the meaning behind the Taiyin True Intent of the Night Guard.

That moonlight, seemingly about to pour out, actually represents a person's spirit and will, extending one's spirit and will out of the body and unleashing it with the attack. This is the true essence of the Taiyin True Intent.

This level of mastery is actually known in the martial arts world as the unity of man and sword, or the unity of man and sword, etc.

"Hmm?" Lu Ming was in high spirits when he suddenly felt a jolt in his body, as if his blood and qi had undergone a baptism.

At this moment, his blood and qi truly settled down, making him feel a "net" connecting his entire body, which was... the major tendons of the human body!

His veins throbbed with a slight ache. A thought crossed his mind, and his muscles tensed, making a faint popping sound.

His power surged instantly! It skyrocketed!

Lu Ming clenched his fists, feeling the surging blood and energy throughout his body, his eyes shining brightly.

I've finally broken through to the tendon training stage!

However, this is not over.

With the help of the special martial art of the Lightning Blade, he can cultivate quickly, and in a while, he will be able to reach the Great Perfection realm that Lei Xiao is at.

At that time... his cultivation will also advance further.