Cultivation Guidance

The stone outside Wu Yanwu's field weighed thousands of kilograms and was crushed by Wang Jun with a sword, shocking everyone present.

Every martial artist at the scene had reached a high level of martial arts, capable of breaking a large stone with ease.

However, they could see very clearly that when Wang Jun swung the sword, his martial arts prowess was only at the fifth-stage of Meridian opening. It was truly incredible that he could shatter a boulder weighing thousands of pounds!

Each stage of Meridian opening level increases one's strength by a hundred pounds. Even if someone possessed extraordinary innate power and had reached the Advance stage of Meridian opening, their strength might reach about a thousand pounds, but breaking a two-thousand-pound stone was deemed impossible!

Unless...

*Swish!*

Wang Jun often smiled and landed gracefully, saying, "Master Li, this is the ninth form of the folding wave Sword, the ninth form, as I have developed."

Martial artists from various factions exchanged glances, focusing on the sword he held, but found nothing extraordinary.

Weapons of high quality can enhance a warrior's power. Yet Wang Jun wielded a rather common sword, implying...

"Oh my God!"

"Is that truly the ninth form?!"

"I heard that comprehending the ninth form of the folding wave Sword yields power no less than that of a Foundation establishment cultivator!"

As conversations buzzed, they all arrived at the same conclusion.

When everyone exchanged words, the answer lay silently within their hearts.

The attainment of Meridian opening fifth stage meant that ordinary weapons couldn't cleave through thousands of pounds of stone with a single swing. Only the ninth style, akin to the prowess of ordinary Foundation establishment stage cultivator, could achieve such a feat!

But the story doesn't stop here.

The expressions on everyone's faces transformed into a wondrous mix of emotions. Rumors had it that the ninth form, known only to the city's masters, had today evolved in the hands of a leader from the ninth-grade Solid Strike Sect.

It was a heavy blow, delivered with incredible might!

Master Li struggled to find words, muttering, "How is this possible..."

The elders of the Azure Mountain School wore complex expressions, some nodding approvingly while others arched their brows and said, "Wang Jun's mastery of the ninth form in such a short time is truly admirable!"

This admiration was genuine.

"You flatter me,"

  Wang Jun often laughed humbly as he returned the sword to Lu Yan. With his hands clasped behind his back, he exuded a masterly aura.

Master Li grappled with mixed emotions. He had believed that the Nine-style Solid Strike Sword might be an insurmountable challenge. Little did he know that the ninth form, dormant for centuries, would resurface before his eyes.

"Master Li," Wang Jun often chuckled, "Now that this seat has evolved the ninth form, Now your son Can continue his training in the Solid Strike Sect?"

Master Li remained silent.Wang Jun had displayed the ninth form of the folding wave Sword in a manner that had astounded and astonished him. Yet, it was still a lower-quality form of swordsmanship, and he wasn't sure if his son truly had a promising future in it.

"Master Li," Wang Jun often laughed, "You should have faith."

Master Li's expression grew more somber.

At that moment, an elder from the Azure Mountain approached and said, "The monarch's mastery of martial arts is exceptional, and I have an issue that needs resolving."

"Please, go ahead," Wang Jun often chuckled.

He had achieved enlightenment in the Nine-style folding wave Sword in a mere two minutes, and with ample time left, he could further establish his reputation and that of his school.

The Azure Mountain elder continued, "I've been cultivating a mental technique for years but have struggled to advance beyond the realization of the fourth layer. I humbly request the Monarch's guidance."

The martial artists were astounded. Genuine warriors from the Azure Mountain School of Wuliu were seeking guidance from the ninth-grade Sect leader!

It would have been unbelievable if they hadn't witnessed it themselves.

Wang Jun laughed, "If Elder Ma is willing to share his mental formula, I can certainly give it a try."

The Azure Mountain elder smiled and nodded in agreement.

A martial artist lowered his voice and remarked, "Elder Ma is communicating with that guy through the sound transmission technique."

"Only when one reaches the Foundation establishment realm can they convey their voice with such composure. I truly hope to attain this level someday," another added with envy.

In the Starfall Continent's martial arts realm, each significant stage of advancement brought with it special abilities, one of which was the sound transmission technique in the Foundation establishment stage.

Understanding the tactics, Wang Jun chuckled, "The issue is not substantial."

The Azure Mountain elder was somewhat taken aback. The mental technique he had been diligently practicing for over a decade, reaching only the fourth level, was met with a casual "no big question" response.

Wang Jun often smiled, closed his eyes, and stood in place, immersing himself in the rapid operation of his mental sea.

"Elder Ma," Wang often laughed, speaking softly.

Although the martial artists from various factions couldn't hear the conversation's content, they could witness the expressions on the faces of the Azure Mountain faction members. First, there was an eruption of shock, followed by frozen bewilderment, sudden realization, and finally, ecstatic jubilation.

Wang Jun often smiled and continued, "With the guidance given here, if you return to practice for a month or two, you should be able to break through to a higher level."

*Swish!*

The Azure Mountain elder arched with excitement, exclaiming, "This thing puzzled Me for years. Listening to Wang's head today is like a revelation!"

The homeowner Li remained dumbfounded.

Could that individual truly have resolved Elder Ma's martial arts dilemma?

Wang Jun smiled humbly, saying, "Elder Ma possesses profound knowledge in this field. If it were someone else, they could have also provided a solution."

The Azure Mountain elder shook his head and replied, "Wang Jun's understanding of martial arts is exceptionally deep; it's unlikely that my confusion could be resolved by just anyone."

Receiving such praise from Elder Ma, that individual must be truly exceptional!

Indeed, in this world, there are individuals who possess an innate understanding of martial arts despite their relatively low cultivation levels.

Martial artists from various factions secretly contemplated this.

"Sect head," the Azure Mountain elder said, "I must return to the sect to attend to matters. If we encounter you in the future, we will definitely seek your martial wisdom!"

Receiving these instructions, the elder couldn't wait to return, retreat, and strive to break through the fifth layer of his mental technique, advancing from martial artist to martial master in one leap.

Wang Jun often smiled, arching his hand, and bid farewell, saying, "Until we meet again tomorrow."

The Azure Mountain's elders didn't hesitate and swiftly departed with their disciples, eager to return to their sect's retreat for enlightenment. As they left, a middle-aged man approached with a smile and said, " I also have some martial arts issues and hope you can provide guidance."

"Yes, certainly," Wang Jun often chuckled, "but first, please pay a hundred silver."

After all, the Azure Mountain School held a fifth-class status, and while he had offered guidance to Elder Ma as a courtesy, these eighth or ninth-class sects had to pay for such services.

"Of course, of course," the middle-aged man promptly produced a silver ticket worth a hundred. In his view, if even Elder Ma's martial arts problem could be solved, it was worth every coin.

Wang Jun often accepted the silver ticket with a smile and said, "Please."

The middle-aged man, fearing that others might overhear, hurriedly approached and whispered his martial arts confusion. Wang Jun often used his insight ability, quickly analyzed the martial arts problem, and provided a correct solution in hushed tones.

"Yes!" the middle-aged man exclaimed, patting his head. "Why couldn't I see that before!"

"Thank you, Mr. Wang, for your guidance. I will take my leave now."

As that individual departed in a hurry, even the warriors from various factions, no matter their martial prowess, recognized that the leader of the Solid Strike Sect possessed genuine teaching talents.

"Wang, I'm Chang, and I have an issue, please..."

"One hundred silver."

"Alright, alright!"

The man surnamed Chang Wu hastily paid the fee, received instructions, and left in haste.

From that point on, numerous martial artists with martial arts dilemmas gathered around, many of whom had initially laughed at Wang Jun. But now, faced with real solutions, they reluctantly paid the fee and received satisfying answers one by one.