Chapter 51 Waves and Mental Cultivation Methods
Fang Xingjian’s eyes burst open, filled with murderous intent. Goodness knows when he had appeared, but a man shrouded in darkness stood before him.
If not for the man having spoken, Fang Xingjian would not have noticed that he was right in front of him.
“Who are you?”
Fang Xingjian turned serious, his right hand slowly creeping towards the longsword at his waist.
The man exuded an air of unfathomable vastness and depth. Merely staring at him took Fang Xingjian half of his energy. The way he sent prickles down Fang Xingjian’s back in particular made the latter feel as if the man would lash out anytime, giving him the illusion that each strike would tear him into pieces.
He knew that the opponent was one of the strongest he had met ever since he had come to Miracle World. Even Huang Lin, who had taught him sword arts everyday, might not be stronger than him. The pressure this man gave out was much much greater than the one made by Huang Lin.
Seeing that Fang Xingjian was on his guard as if he had encountered a formidable enemy, the man only sniggered coldly, saying, “I’ve only been asked by Huang Lin to teach you Waves and mental cultivation methods. You don’t need to know who I am. I’m just returning a favour. After tonight, there will be nothing between us.”
Hearing this, Fang Xingjian slightly relaxed, although in his heart he was still very much on his guard.
The man did not pay him any heed, and continued, “Waves and mental cultivation methods. One is internal and the other external, one uses the physical body and the other uses mental energy. They are techniques created to find a good fit with ether particles, in order to change the essence of human life.
“Ether particles exist in every corner of the world, connecting different time and spaces, and encompassing infinite energy. They correspond with every other matter, whether in heaven or on earth.
“Hence, different combinations of Waves and mental cultivation methods will allow one to come into contact with different ether particles, thus becoming able to unleash different powers. Basic types can enhance the self, while special types can control ice, fire, thunder and electricity, or change the geomagnetism et cetera. They each have different uses.
“Humans first connected with ether particles in the secret realm, through Waves and mental cultivation methods, and then combined them with different attributes, specialities, and techniques in order to achieve different transition jobs. They would thus attain greater attributes, stronger specialties, and more powerful techniques.
“In order to understand Waves, one has to control the breathing process and the blood flow, basically changing his living rhythm. Your skills are so-so, but your understanding of the Mistral Windgod’s Waves is simply horrid.”
The man continued, full of scorn, “I’ve been observing you for the past few nights. Your problem lies in the fact that your mental cultivation methods do not match your Waves.
“From the beginning, you’ve been blindly imitating.”
“Mental cultivation methods?” Fang Xingjian defiantly said. “While practicing Waves daily, I have been maintaining the realm of the Ice Age Meditation Art, and my breathing and blood flow were also maintained in the rhythm of Mistral Windgod’s Waves. What is the problem here?”
“Haha, really?” the man asked. “Fish can stay underwater for twenty-four hours. Can humans do the same? Plants can stay rooted in the ground all day long, all year around, but can humans do so?
“Humans cannot, unless they change their own life’s characteristics.
“The same goes for Waves and mental cultivation methods. What you are doing now is forcefully immersing yourself in water, forcefully rooting your feet into the ground. It may seems like you have learnt Waves, but in reality you are completely ignorant.
“Learning Waves and mental cultivation methods requires you to change your life’s characteristics, accept new characteristics, and not just simply pretend and imitate.”
The man saw the blank look on Fang Xingjian’s face, shook his head, and sighed. “Blockhead. Huang Lin said you were actually intelligent?”
Ever since Fang Xingjian had come to the Other World, he had been endlessly praised by people saying that he was blessed with great talent and genius in sword arts. This was the first time he had been called dumb. But he knew that other than sword arts, he was indeed mediocre in other domains. He was not mad. He merely asked, “Then what should I do?”
“What can you do? I don’t want to be wasting too much time on you, so I will transfer one stream of my Waves to you. Before this Wave disappears, you can carefully comprehend it, slowly closing in on the rhythm of Mistral Windgod.
“Remember, don’t try to imitate all of the characteristics at once. Trim the edges and corners today, change a few strands of hair tomorrow. Bit by bit, truly change your rhythm, truly change your breathing and blood so that they all become the Mistral Windgod’s Waves.”
He did not give Fang Xingjian much time to consider before he thrust his finger. Fang Xingjian did not feel the slightest movement of air currents, nor could he even see the shadow of the other party’s finger before it landed on his head.
The next moment, surges of Waves gushed out from the tip of his fingers, and immediately travelled through all parts of Fang Xingjian’s body, spurring all of his breath and blood flow towards the direction of the Mistral Windgod’s Waves.
However, such a thorough inversion of his breathing and blood flow made Fang Xingjian feel extreme agony. The veins on his forehead popped out. He felt as if his body, both inside and outside, was being stabbed and torn apart by countless small knives.
Looking at how much agony Fang Xingjian was in, the man chuckled and said, “Relax, this stream of Wave will disappear only after more than ten days. You still have a long time to slowly experience and comprehend it.
“For the rest of the night, I’ll transfer you the Ice Age Meditation Art. You better carefully comprehend it.”
While Fang Xingjian was tolerating the pain, the man had started talking, and his every word and his every sentence was like monstrous sounds piercing through Fang Xingjian’s ears, penetrating all barriers to reach his ear. Although he was in extreme agony, he was still able to hear every word, and he ingrained everything in his mind.
“Remember. Mental cultivation methods change the way humans think. They transform one’s mode and way of thinking from top to bottom.
“The speed of the Windstorm Sword Hero is unrivalled, hence the need for the Ice Age Meditation Art to cool the heart, calm the mind, in order to maintain absolute rationale and calm at all times.
“Envision your thoughts as being as cold as a machine, as harsh as winter. No matter the situation, no matter who your enemy is, or how painful it is, you have to control your thoughts and maintain absolute peace of mind.
“Now, follow what I say. Learn to calm your heart and to reflect on your thoughts. When you notice yourself thinking about anything, stop it and cut off that distraction.
“If you can cut off all distractions as you wish, it means that you have achieved the basic success required for the Ice Age Meditation Art.
“The flesh affects the mind, and the mind in turn influences the flesh. Only through interaction from both inside and out and through uniform movement can you achieve the Waves and mental cultivation techniques.”
“Cut… off… distractions…”
Fang Xingjian’s heart was entirely filled with agony, fury, desires for revenge, and he forced himself to not think about those. But the more he tried to stop himself from thinking of them, the wilder those thoughts resurfaced, over and over again.
When the man saw Fang Xingjian’s twisted face, he laughed and said, “Take it slow. The beginning is always the toughest.”
Fang Xingjian spent the whole night drowned in physical pain and mental frustrations. Everytime he felt that he had reached a limit in his frustration, as if his entire body was itchy and he wanted to stand up and fling his four limbs about crazily, the man’s huge hand would press down on his body, forcing him down on the same spot and making him unable to move an inch. He could only tolerate this stage of emotional turmoil.
After tolerating time and time again, he felt as if the physical pain had lessened a little, and that the infinite surges of distractions, worries, fury and vengeance had also been slightly reduced.
It was not until the sky had lit up that the man allowed him to stand and move his muscles.
Fang Xingjian nodded towards the man and said, “Thank you. If you have any problems in the future…”
He wanted to be polite, but the man waved his hand and interrupted, “Your talent is too weak, and the distractions in your mind are ten times that of an ordinary man’s. The probability of you becoming a Windstorm Sword Hero is less than one in ten thousand.
“Rather than thinking of helping me, you’d be better off thinking about how to overcome this trial before you.”
From his words, it was clear that he did not think well of the current Fang Xingjian. The next moment, the man’s silhouette disappeared like the dissipating snow.