Fantasy: One Effort, Ten Thousand Times Critical Hit Harvest!

Chapter 35: The King’s Chasm, Traces of the Blade King!

“The flavor is pretty good.”

Luo Mu took it and took a bite.

This spiritual fruit had a natural fragrance that seemed to invigorate the spirit and relax the body and mind.

After three days of high-intensity cultivation,

his spirit inevitably felt a bit fatigued.

But at this moment, he felt much more relaxed.

“Ready to head back?”

Cheng Qingman asked.

“Yeah, it’s about time.”

Luo Mu nodded.

There was still a lot to do once they returned to the academy.

“I’ll take you somewhere along the way.”

Cheng Qingman said mysteriously.

“Where?”

Luo Mu raised an eyebrow.

“You’ll know when we get there. It’s not far and it’s on the way.”

Cheng Qingman spat out the fruit pit and planted it in the nearby flower bed.

“Alright.”

Luo Mu nodded.

He trusted that Cheng Qingman wouldn’t do anything meaningless.

Half a day later.

The vast earth stretched out, the mountains undulating, with a wide river weaving through them. The river flowed fiercely, its sound like muffled thunder, rushing eastward.

The mountains on either side towered high, and from time to time, resonant beast roars echoed through the air.

“King’s Chasm?”

Luo Mu looked at a stone tablet not far away, on which these three words were inscribed.

“Legend has it that a thousand years ago, two kings fought here, shaking the heavens and the earth, and in the end, one of them was slain,”

Cheng Qingman explained.

“That’s why it’s called King’s Chasm.”

“However, that’s not the main point. The important thing is that the battle between the kings left behind many traces, which contain the essence of martial arts.”

“Some people have comprehended the martial momentum by observing these traces.”

Cheng Qingman said.

Upon hearing this,

Luo Mu inhaled sharply. The fact that residual battle traces could allow someone to comprehend martial momentum?

How terrifying must the kings’ strength have been?

“Every year, many people come here, but most leave empty-handed. One reason is that many traces have long since weathered away, and few remain; the other is that comprehending martial arts is difficult and requires extremely high comprehension and luck.”

Cheng Qingman jumped onto a large rock. “By the way, one of the kings fought with a blade. Uncle Gong said that since you comprehended the blade momentum, your comprehension must be excellent. So you could come and give it a try; perhaps you might gain something!”

“The Blade King, huh.”

Luo Mu’s eyes suddenly glowed with enthusiasm.

He hadn’t expected such a great place to exist in Fengdu County!

“Look, there are quite a few people.”

Cheng Qingman pointed ahead.

Luo Mu followed her gaze.

In the distance, there was a canyon with a raging river running through the center, and on the left mountain peak, there were many large, deep traces left behind.

Although they were still quite far away,

he could distinguish them.

One type was blade marks, while the other was fist prints!

However, fist prints were very rare.

There were still eight or nine blade marks.

“Let’s go!”

Unable to contain himself, Luo Mu rushed toward the canyon.

The marks left by the Blade King,

if he could gain even a little from them, it might significantly enhance his blade momentum!

This would surely be faster than cultivating mid-tier Profound Rank blade techniques!

“Wait for me!”

Cheng Qingman quickly followed.

In no time, Luo Mu reached the foot of the mountain.

The mountain soared high.

It was about a thousand meters.

On the mountain, there were nine blade marks.

However, eight of them had almost been eroded by time.

Their forms were no longer complete.

Only one remained intact.

It was located halfway up the mountain.

And it was the largest of all the blade marks.

At this moment, many people were sitting cross-legged in front of the blade mark, their eyes wide open, staring at it intently without daring to blink.

Luo Mu counted; there were about a hundred people.

All of them were blade practitioners.

The atmosphere was very quiet.

One could even hear the sound of the wind howling.

No one spoke; they were all immersed in their own worlds, focusing on comprehending the essence of the blade marks.

“It seems there’s no room left.”

Luo Mu raised an eyebrow.

Or rather, there were no good spots left.

However, just as this thought crossed his mind,

one person stood up.

It was an older blade practitioner.

He looked dejected.

His eyes were filled with disappointment.

It was clear.

He had gained nothing from the blade marks.

“I traveled so far only to return empty-handed.”

“It seems my life is destined to be stagnant.”

The old blade practitioner mumbled.

He staggered past Luo Mu.

The path of martial arts is indeed this cruel; without sufficient talent, one would forever miss out on reaching greater heights.

Luo Mu retracted his gaze and walked to the old blade practitioner’s former position.

Everyone was engrossed in their comprehension.

So, there was no concern about others taking up space immediately.

“Junior Brother Luo, I can’t wait for you any longer. The grand ceremony is approaching, and I need to return to the academy to prepare.”

Cheng Qingman said.

“Alright, thank you, Senior Sister Cheng.”

Luo Mu nodded.

If it weren’t for Cheng Qingman, he wouldn’t have known about a place like King’s Chasm.

He would have missed out completely.

“I’ll see you at the academy then.”

Cheng Qingman smiled sweetly.

She truly wanted to accompany Luo Mu; firstly, to deepen their relationship and feelings, and secondly, she had a good impression of him, and it wouldn’t hurt to develop it further.

However, the academy’s grand ceremony was too important.

She had to prepare well.

Otherwise, if she performed poorly, her father would have a hard time explaining it.

And she would lose face in front of her father among so many people.

After she walked away, Cheng Qingman paused for a moment, quietly speaking a few words to the nearby woods.

The branches and leaves in the woods swayed, seemingly responding.

“Blade marks.”

Luo Mu arrived at the old blade practitioner’s spot.

This position was quite good, very forward; he could reach out and touch the blade marks.

“Let’s begin. Let me see what kind of  mysteries are contained within the traces left by the Blade King.”

Luo Mu took a deep breath.

His gaze was like a torch, immersing himself in the blade marks before him.