High Martial: I Grind Professions

Chapter 211: Chapter 154: Night Roaming, Primordial Spirit Secret Skill (Part 2)

In this state, his power completely transcended the limits of his physical body, reaching another dimension entirely.

He slashed at a test dummy. Before the blade even connected, his almost tangible Blade Intent had locked onto the target, leaving a black rift in the air that lingered for a long moment.

Power assessment: a twelvefold increase!

The only drawback was that such a powerful fused state still had a short duration.

The state of fused vitality could be maintained for about two minutes. Meanwhile, the full-body fusion—the most powerful but also the most draining on his Primordial Spirit—had a limit of only fifteen seconds.

But Li Wen’s gaze was calm. He was already satisfied.

Among experts, a single second could decide life and death, let alone fifteen.

With his current foundation as an advanced Super Martial Artist, supplemented by his Blade Intent and a twelvefold burst of combat power... He was confident that if he faced the high-level Flying Star Level Demon Beast from the New Year’s Eve attack again, he might only need a single strike.

The test concluded. The power receded like a tide, and his Primordial Spirit returned to his sea of consciousness to recuperate. It brought a hint of fatigue, but even more so, the excitement of mastering this new strength.

It was now noon, and an automated robot delivered a specially prepared high-energy nutritional meal right on time.

Li Wen quickly finished his lunch, rested briefly, and then immediately immersed himself once more in a sea of books.

A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.

After entering Spark University, academic exams were a thing of the past. The accumulation of Scholar experience now relied entirely on this day-to-day reading.

Today, six hours of focused reading had once again earned him 360 precious points of Scholar experience.

More importantly, the ”Learn Once, Know Forever” trait of the Scholar class ensured that the knowledge he absorbed wasn’t just fragmented memories. Instead, it formed a constantly growing, accumulating, and integrated foundation of understanding.

He grew increasingly certain that his inhuman speed in comprehending the *Nine Heavens Divine Body* was largely due to this slow, steady accumulation of knowledge from vast numbers of texts, culminating in a sudden burst of insight.

This was a path that perhaps only he, Li Wen, could walk so resolutely and efficiently.

Without the ”Learn Once, Know Forever” trait, others, no matter how brilliant, would inevitably lose focus when faced with such a vast ocean of books. They would struggle to grasp one concept without losing another, making it impossible to build a massive Martial Dao knowledge system as effortlessly as he could.

Putting down the last book, Li Wen stepped into the Martial Arts Room once again.

One of his strongest trump cards—the Silent Rainbow form from the *Dawn Five Forms*—had been stuck at a 99% progress bottleneck for some time.

Now, with the 120% comprehension bonus from being a level 12 Scholar, combined with his recent Primordial Spirit breakthrough and his perfected state of mind, it was the perfect time to shatter this final barrier.

Inside the Martial Arts Room, Li Wen’s eyes fluttered shut. He remained silent for several seconds.

When he opened them again, the sharp glint in his eyes was restrained, replaced by a flow of pure combat awareness.

He slowly drew his blade. The weapon hummed, as if in protest.

There was no earth-shattering opening stance. Li Wen simply stood, blade in hand, as his entire aura suddenly became ethereal and indistinct, as if he were about to melt into the surrounding light and shadows.

The true essence of the Silent Rainbow form was not a clamorous thunderclap, but an ultimate sharpness born from an instant of silence, capable of piercing through all darkness.

He moved.

The flash of his blade was not as swift as lightning; instead, it moved with a unique rhythm.

It was like the quietest ray of light at the break of dawn—silent, yet unstoppably spreading throughout the Martial Arts Room.

The afterimages of the blade were hazy, seeming both real and illusory. Every slash and every spin tugged at the very air in the room.

It formed an invisible domain that devoured, twisted, and then reconverged the light.

This final one percent was like a thin but resilient membrane.

Li Wen was immersed in the ocean of comprehension granted by his level 12 Scholar class, while his Spiritual Sense, now at the Third Layer of Primordial Spirit, magnified his every subtle perception.

Every transition between moves, every subtle shift in power, every instance where his intent aligned with or deviated from the technique—all of it was displayed before him with unprecedented clarity.

Sweat trickled down his skin in silence.

He practiced it again and again, his speed varying from fast to slow, his power from light to heavy, searching for that elusive, perfect point of convergence.

At one particular moment, as the blade traced a seemingly ordinary arc, the devoured light in the surroundings suddenly solidified, converging upon the very tip of the blade.

An unprecedentedly condensed, pure, and all-destroying intent erupted from it.

The residual sense of spatial distortion from his earlier practice vanished instantly. In its place was absolute silence, with only a single point of ultimate brilliance condensing and compressing at the tip of the blade.

For that one moment, even the lights in the Martial Arts Room seemed to dim.

VMMM—!

That point of brilliance didn’t explode. Instead, with a flick of Li Wen’s wrist, it silently merged into the opening stance of the next form.

The entire motion was fluid and seamless, as if that ultimate, silent sharpness had always been a part of him.

Silent Rainbow, perfected!

Li Wen stood with his blade, the residual aura of sharpness at its tip slowly dissipating.

There were no extraneous fluctuations, only a sense of completion, where the technique was fully understood and his intent followed the blade perfectly.

Reaching one hundred percent mastery meant his understanding of the Silent Rainbow form was now flawless. This blade technique had reached the Transformation Realm, ready to unleash the most penetrating and stealthy fatal blow at any moment.

His Martial Dao of the blade had taken another step forward.

Li Wen sheathed his blade. He felt little excitement, only a drive to explore even higher realms.

He lifted his gaze to the cloud-piercing Nine Heavens Peak outside his window. A new goal had already formed in his mind.

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Night fell quickly, and silence descended upon the villa district.

Li Wen sat cross-legged in his meditation room, eyes tightly shut, waiting patiently.

He waited until the starlight flowed across the sky and all was silent before taking a deep breath and slowly rousing the power of the Primordial Spirit in his sea of consciousness.

With a slight stir of his will, the three-foot-tall figurine of his Primordial Spirit once again drifted lightly from the crown of his head.