Sacrificial Artifact System: From Bell-ringer to the Ancestral Patriarch of the Sect novel Chapter 15

Chapter 15 - 15: Counterkill

"Sword Stabbing Fist has reached perfection?"

Li Qian muttered to himself.

At the same time, he savored a strange fist posture, mysterious yet more mysterious, creating an illusory feeling, yet it truly existed.

"Unexpectedly, this most common fist technique, Sword Stabbing Fist, could produce such miraculous changes after reaching perfection. It truly is inconceivable."

Li Qian marveled inwardly.

Suddenly, he gently swung his fist, the fist acting like a sword, his Inner Qi condensed, cutting through the air, several times more fierce than before the breakthrough.

Then, he practiced Sword Stabbing Fist again, feeling even more astonished in his heart.

Because at the Perfect Level, the cultivation effect of Sword Stabbing Fist had improved so much more; just one iteration could now complete a Grand Circulation.

Previously, it required several iterations, meaning the efficiency of the Perfect Level Sword Stabbing Fist had improved by many times.

During cultivation, the mysterious feeling of the fist's posture became increasingly clear and vivid.

"Even the most common martial arts, when cultivated to the extreme, can become extraordinary."

A light flickered in Li Qian's eyes.

At this moment, his desire to pursue higher martial arts wasn't as strong as before.

Because there was still much room for improvement in Sword Stabbing Fist.

Indeed.

Even the Perfect Level Sword Stabbing Fist could still be improved.

After all, so-called perfection is only relative to the technique itself.

Once it transcends the technique itself, it's akin to unlocking space for ascension, entering a higher realm.

.....

Since Li Qian's Sword Stabbing Fist reached perfection, his postnatal cultivation progress had sped up significantly.

Basically, almost every two days, he could improve by one point.

This was four to five times faster than before reaching perfection.

Since Li Qian had plenty of time, aside from cultivating, he began to derive a pure sword technique from Sword Stabbing Fist.

If it were before achieving perfection in the fist technique, he definitely wouldn't have had this ability.

But after entering perfection, his understanding and insights into Sword Stabbing Fist underwent a transformation.

Through daily derivation and improvement, he gradually perfected this sword technique.

At least in his view, this self-perfected sword technique would significantly enhance his combat abilities.

For this, he rummaged through a pile of junk in the bell tower and found a rusty short sword, which he carefully polished and equipped with a simple scabbard, becoming his personal weapon.

Night fell.

The bell tower was pitch black.

Only a bit of night light shone through the window.

In the distance, the faint sound of a watchman's gong could be heard.

It was already the third watch of the night.

Li Qian looked at the information on the system panel, feeling very fulfilled.

Host: Li Qian.

Cultivation: Postnatal (First Layer 48/100).

Sacrificial Artifact: Chen Bell (Treasure 783/1000).

Martial Art: Sword Stabbing Fist (Perfect).

....

The cultivation of the First Layer of Postnatal stage was nearly halfway accomplished.

It was time to sleep.

Li Qian lay on the bed and closed his eyes.

His sleep quality was excellent; he could fall asleep as soon as he decided to, with no issues of insomnia.

Moreover, he usually only needed about two hours of sleep each day, which was completely sufficient.

Time passed, unknown how long.

Suddenly, Li Qian opened his eyes.

He hadn't woken up normally.

But was awoken by a very subtle noise.

His hand instinctively gripped the short sword lying beside him.

The door was gently pushed open.

A gentle night breeze blew in.

Following closely, a figure like a phantom flashed in, rushing towards Li Qian at the bedside.

Blazing fast.

Silently.

A hand directly aimed for Li Qian's throat.

But suddenly, Li Qian opened his eyes, and with a shake of his hand, the sword stabbed towards the approaching shadow.

The shadow hadn't expected Li Qian to have already awakened and to counterattack so swiftly, which was a surprise, but he was very confident in his own strength, flipping his wrist, his palm's Inner Qi breathed in and out, reaching for the stabbing sword.

He was an accomplished martial artist, while Li Qian was just a servant disciple who had not even developed his Inner Strength over more than two years.

But suddenly, a clear and transcendent chime of a bell exploded in his mind, causing his body to stiffen suddenly, his controlled Inner Qi dissipated, and his hand grasped empty air... At the same time, he felt a slight chill in his chest.