Chapter 237: Return to the Martial Arts Archive, The Holy Spirit Slaughter Sword Art

Inside the pavilion.

Incense smoke curled upward.

At a certain moment, Meng Zhangqing suddenly opened his eyes, a divine light seeming to flicker within them.

His cultivation base had clearly advanced once more.

And it was a significant improvement.

Seventh stage of the Sea Realm!

In one month, he had risen three realms; such speed could hardly be called anything but fast.

Keep in mind, this was not the initial stage; he was already in the mid-to-late stage.

"But... with only half a month left until the Seven Peaks Competition, breaking through to the Creation Realm might be difficult."

Meng Zhangqing thought to himself.

Although the comprehension bottleneck was gone, time was too tight; even with a Rank Two constitution, such rapid progress was impossible.

Unless it was Rank One!

But a Rank One constitution.

He had never seen an attribute of this level before.

He estimated it would only be found on the top geniuses of the various peaks.

"Let's go out for a stroll."

Meng Zhangqing shook his head slightly.

Long hours of cultivation, and high-intensity cultivation at that, had left both his body and spirit somewhat fatigued.

If he continued like this, efficiency would only slow down further.

He must balance work and rest.

"Return the secret manuals from before, and while I'm at it, browse some miscellaneous books in the Martial Arts Archive."

Meng Zhangqing now had a goal.

He also wanted to chat with the Elder guarding the archive to deepen his impression.

After all, he was still extremely interested in that so-called "Holy Spirit Slaughter Sword Art."

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The Martial Arts Archive.

Still stood atop the mountain peak.

A green wind blew.

Beneath the eaves, rows of wind chimes immediately rang out.

Fewer people seemed to come here today.

When Meng Zhangqing arrived, he hardly saw anyone.

The Elder guarding the archive was still lying on the rocking chair.

Rocking back and forth.

He looked quite content.

He held a picture book in his hand, and bright light occasionally gleamed in his eyes.

"Elder."

Meng Zhangqing approached.

Hearing this, the Elder guarding the archive immediately showed a displeased expression, seeming to dislike being disturbed.

But upon seeing Meng Zhangqing, his spirits suddenly lifted.

"It's you, young man."

The Elder guarding the archive immediately put down the picture book, even stood up, and circled around Meng Zhangqing once.

This was something that had never happened before.

In the impression of all the disciples.

The Elder guarding the archive seemed never to have stood up from this rocking chair.

Or rather, no disciple had ever been worthy enough to make him stand.

Now, however, it was a first.

"You've reached the seventh stage of the Sea Realm; your cultivation speed can be described as flying."

"Truly a great talent."

The Elder guarding the archive nodded slightly, his eyes showing admiration.

"Elder, you flatter me."

Meng Zhangqing said modestly.

A world-weary smile, a flowing dress, like an umbrella—ride on, spirit leader.

"(cjad) No need for modesty; such a cultivation speed, I have only seen on the Zhang Sect in years past."

The Elder guarding the archive said, "I have also heard of your deeds recently; well done. Entering the Sea Realm and defeating Cui Qian, ranked thirty-eighth on the Hidden Dragon List."

"Securing a spot for our Zong Sect."

"That is all a disciple should do."

Meng Zhangqing smiled slightly.

"Haha, indeed; only with one body and one heart can the entire Zong Sect go further,"

the Elder guarding the archive said, "but speaking of which, do you have a teacher now?"

"A teacher?"

Meng Zhangqing blinked slightly, then shook his head. "Not yet."