Chapter 468
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Chapter 468: Sword Qi Tides
The next day.
Morning.
Blaki groggily sat up in bed, staring sleepily at the sunlight outside for a moment. As if remembering something, he quickly jumped out of bed and rushed to the red mailbox.
He swallowed hard, reached out his hand, and nervously opened the mailbox…
Inside, there lay a letter, quietly waiting.
Blaki’s eyes instantly lit up. He took the letter out and, upon seeing the elegant handwriting at the beginning, he froze in place as if struck by lightning.
It was her handwriting.
There was no mistaking it!
He trembled as he tore open the envelope and quickly began to read the letter inside.
“…My dearest Blaki, I truly did not expect to find this letter under my pillow. You cannot imagine how excited I was when I saw this letter.”
“…I will burn this letter along with your reply as you instructed. If you can see this letter, it means this must be the greatest miracle in the world…”
“…I am doing well. After we got separated, I returned to the shattered Asgard and am living in the little house we built together. Before writing this letter, I just finished watering the garden. You cannot imagine how beautiful it is here now…”
“…If possible, I would like to be by your side again and listen to you sing the poems for me one more time…”
“…I miss you so much.”
“…I look forward to your reply.”
After finishing the letter, Blaki’s body trembled uncontrollably. He tightly clutched the letter, his eyes filled with unprecedented excitement.
She was alive, and she was doing well.
All his worries had not come to pass!
From now on, although they could not meet for the time being, they could write to each other every day and feel each other’s presence… The heart that had been hanging in suspense could finally be set free.
“Hahaha…” Blaki grasped the letter in his hand and danced out of the room, “She replied! She replied!!”
In the yard.
The lazy Beileye, who had been napping on the ground, suddenly woke up to the shout.
It lifted its head to glance at the frenzied Blaki, rolled its eyes, and lowered its head again, muttering to itself:
“Crazy…”
…
Meanwhile, Lin Qiye, who was washing up, noticed the commotion in the courtyard and couldn’t help but smile.
As he expected, after Blaki’s emotional knot was untied, his healing progress skyrocketed like a rocket, rising from the original 14% to 42%. It was only a matter of time before they broke through the 50% barrier.
Having resolved a concern, Lin Qiye felt a sense of lightness wash over him.
He stepped into the training area and saw Zhou Ping seriously waxing and polishing the ground…
“Senior Sword Saint… This is a training ground; it doesn’t seem necessary to wax it, right?” Lin Qiye couldn’t help but ask.
Zhou Ping glanced at him and shook his head, “If you don’t wax it, you might get hurt.”
Lin Qiye was taken aback, confusion flickering in his eyes. No matter how he thought about it, he couldn’t connect waxing with the risk of injury.
About ten minutes later, everyone had arrived, and Zhou Ping had completed his extensive waxing task. The entire ground was incredibly smooth; if an ordinary person were here, they would easily slip and fall.
“Today, we will begin ‘Mental Strength Training,’” Zhou Ping said calmly. “Originally, I didn’t want to conduct this training because cultivating mental strength is a process that requires a lot of time to accumulate. Recklessly using external forces to assist in cultivation, if not controlled well, could have adverse effects…
But since Ye Fan has requested that all of you break through to the ‘Sea’ realm in a short time, we will have to rely on some external forces.”
He gestured, and a black sword box flew into his hand. A faint humming sound emanated from within, and a chilling sword intent radiated out.
For some reason, Lin Qiye and the others suddenly felt an ominous premonition.
“When I was in middle school, I realized a method to quickly enhance mental strength using sword energy while washing dishes. I call it ‘Sword Energy Tidal Wave,’” Zhou Ping began slowly. “In a moment, I will release half-formed sword energy and create a tidal wave of sword energy in this space.
During this process, the pure and fine sword energy will seep into your minds, refining your spirits. What you need to do is to stay awake for as long as possible within this tidal wave of sword energy. The longer you remain awake, the better the refining effect.”
After hearing this, Bai Li Pang Pang’s expression turned somewhat grim. “Senior Sword Saint, does that mean… we have to endure your sword energy until we can’t anymore?”
“Exactly.”
“…” Bai Li Pang Pang couldn’t help but ask, “Is this… safe?”
“I will control the intensity of the sword energy; it won’t pose a life-threatening danger to you,” Zhou Ping said expressionlessly, holding the sword box. “If you are ready, I will begin.”
Lin Qiye and the others exchanged glances, nodded, and slightly lowered their bodies, preparing to brace for the impact.
“Go ahead, Senior Sword Saint,” Lin Qiye said.
Zhou Ping extended his right hand, lightly tapping the surface of the sword box. In the next moment, a clear sword ringing echoed throughout the warehouse!
Ding——!!!
Thousands of invisible sword energies erupted from Zhou Ping, surging outward like a tidal wave. The moment the sword energy crashed into Lin Qiye and the others, their bodies were sent flying like pieces of driftwood in a storm!
They landed heavily on the ground, sliding across the smooth surface without any resistance, finally stopping against the wall at the edge of the warehouse.
Lin Qiye felt as if his mind had been struck head-on by a massive hammer. Darkness enveloped his vision, and unbearable pain flooded his consciousness. By the time he managed to regain his senses, his back had already slammed against the wall of the warehouse.
The surging sword energy pinned his body against the wall, and no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn’t break free, as if a raging river was crashing against him, a strong sense of suffocation engulfing his mind.
The same sensation occurred simultaneously for the others.
The first to succumb was the one with the lowest realm, An Qingyu, followed by Cao Yuan. Bai Li Pang Pang, relying on his ‘Sea’ realm mental strength, managed to hold on for nearly a minute before losing consciousness, fainting at the same time as Lin Qiye.
Once all four had lost consciousness, Zhou Ping retracted the rampaging sword energy, narrowing his eyes as he curiously observed the still-awake Jialan.
Jialan sat against the wall, her face somewhat pale, but that was all.
Zhou Ping slowly walked up to her, scrutinizing her carefully, and spoke thoughtfully:
“It seems that not only is your defense extraordinary due to the Forbidden Ruins, but your own mental strength realm also exceeds my expectations…
Who exactly are you?”
