On the day before Chen Chuan was scheduled to return to Central City, the 25th, High Heaven Sect obediently handed over the only remaining High Heaven Jade, said to contain a Jade Core, under pressure from Ferris Wheel Corporation. They sent it to Jian Cheng Sheng .

"High Heaven Jade."

Jian Cheng Sheng stared at the object.

It was a pure white jade stone, about the size of a pigeon egg. It stood upright, with a blue halo around its edges. Gazing at it was like staring into a distant, endless, clear sky.

When he asked for something that could not be cut, he was only following his instinct. He didn't know what Ferris Wheel Corporation would bring back.

But the moment he saw it, he knew it was exactly what he needed.

All of this was the essence of the sword technique Feng He Shou taught him: "Where the heart points, God knows, I don't know." With a single strike, without deliberately searching or observing, one can find what I desire and the enemy's weakness.

This is not just blindly trying your luck; it requires long and arduous training, day and night meditation, constant use of special Drugs to nourish the Mutated Tissue, and repeated life-and-death battles to achieve a Spirit Resonance between oneself and the Mutated Tissue within the body.

However, this Resonance needs to be found in the face of life and death and cannot be used at will unless the next stage "Like my god knows" is achieved. At that point, if all external conditions are met, he can begin to try breaking the boundary.

He looked at the High Heaven Jade and reached out to touch it, feeling a hard, cold sensation between his fingers.

It was said that when the first master of Wave Pavilion, Zen Blade, came across the sea, he claimed that everything in the world could be cut. So High Heaven Sect sent this piece of hard jade, intending to make him give up. However, Zen Blade was giving a lecture on martial arts when he casually drew his blade and cut it open, which earned the Gong Family's land and established Wave Pavilion on Erwen Island.

And now he had to face this hard jade.

Wasn't this some kind of metaphor?

After staring at it for a moment, he suddenly drew his blade and slashed forward, but stopped abruptly when it was still an inch away from the jade.

Just like facing the phantom, even if the blade didn't actually strike, he knew he couldn't cut it because his heart had already told him the result.

If the heart couldn't overcome it, neither could the blade.

He wasn't discouraged. He took a few steps back, sat down on the floor of the training hall, and began to meditate deeply.

While he was meditating, news from the outside was being relayed back and forth, quickly converging on the ship.

"Based on the intelligence we've received, the two targets we need to eliminate are likely to return to Central City together."

The people involved in formulating the plan frowned upon hearing this.

Two targets setting off together seemed to make their operation easier, but they actually didn't want this.

This was because both targets were difficult to deal with, and being together complicated matters, especially when certain Government Strength were involved, which added many variables.

The person in charge asked, "When do they set off?"

The intelligence officer said, "Most likely tomorrow or the day after, at the latest the day after tomorrow."

The person in charge asked the administrator beside him, "How is Jian Cheng Sheng preparing?"

The administrator immediately replied, "He just got the High Heaven Jade and is alone in the training hall, possibly preparing something."

The analyst looked at the person in charge and reminded, "Team leader, we only have one or two days left. If he doesn't come out by then, the original plan will have to change. Should we...?"

The person in charge said, "Wait."

He looked at everyone. "We need a sharp and usable blade, not a blunt one that is hastily handed out. That's both useless and a waste of our previous arrangements."

A day passed quickly, with no response from the Training room.

New intelligence was transmitted to the conference room.

"Report, Team Leader. According to intelligence from Radio, the two targets departed from the edge city half an hour ago and are now returning to Central City."

The analyst received the report, looked at it, and handed it to the team leader, saying, "It will take them about six to seven hours to reach Central City. Even if we set off now, go ashore, and ambush them, even if we omit the pre-arranged preparations, it will take at least four hours.

So we only have about two hours left. If we miss this, they will enter Central City." He looked up and said, "Team leader, there has been no movement from Mr. Jian Cheng for a day. Should we go and ask?"

The people in the conference room all looked at the person in charge, waiting for him to make a decision.

The person in charge raised his hand, looked at everyone, and said firmly, "Wait."

Inside the Training room, every time after meditating, Jian Cheng Sheng would stand up and try to cut the High Heaven Jade with his blade. But each time, the blade stopped before reaching the jade.

He wasn't impatient. If he failed, he would sit back down and meditate again, preparing for the next attempt.

This wasn't a useless attempt, but rather using this object to hone his Spirit and the connection with his Mutated Tissue. So, after each swing of the blade, his condition improved slightly.

However, after the previous attempts, he found that he was always just a little short. Not only could he not improve further, but there were even faint signs of decline.

He knew that this was like sailing against the current; if you don't advance, you fall back.

If he didn't succeed this time, it was likely to cast a shadow in his heart, and he would never be able to achieve what he wanted.

With this in mind, he held the Long Sword horizontally, slowly lifting it from his tiger's mouth to his face. After staring at it for a moment, he spat a mouthful of Essence Blood onto the blade.

The Long Sword slowly absorbed the Essence Blood. After ten or so breathing, it became as clean as new, but a faint tremor emanated from it.

Jian Cheng Sheng exhaled a long breath. He didn't wipe the crimson blood from the corner of his mouth but suddenly stood up, grasped the hilt, and slashed forward horizontally.

This time, the blade moved smoothly, drawing a half-arc in the air. He maintained the posture of his strike. After a while, the upper part of the jade stone fell to the side with a click, landing on the table.

Hearing this sound, he couldn't help but relax, feeling a wave of fatigue in his Spirit.

But his eyes were very bright because he had grasped the essence of this strike.

On a material level, it was impossible to cut this supposedly hardest object, but High Heaven Jade was something with a "god" residing within it. He didn't need to cut the form of the jade but to cut the strand of god.

When the god was broken, the form would naturally cease to exist.

This was what the first master of the pavilion, Zen Blade, meant by "Cut intent, not form."

However, he didn't think he had reached the realm of the first master because he could only unleash this strike after a long period of Gathering power. Perhaps only when he reached the state of "Like my god knows" could he do so with every strike.

At this moment, he noticed a flash of light where the jade stone had been broken.

It wasn't light but what was revealed inside after the jade body was broken.

He straightened up and walked towards the table. As he approached, his originally exhausted Spirit was slowly recovering as if it was being nourished.

He knew that this was the Jade Core of the High Heaven Jade, the place where the "god" resided. When this thing shattered, the entire High Heaven Jade shattered as well.

This thing itself had the effect of enhancing Spirit, especially after it had been worn down. Using it to compensate would allow him to stabilize his state of mind.

After quietly feeling it for a moment, he plucked a few small Jade Core fragments into his palm, reversed the blade, removed the pin at the hilt, placed the small fragments inside, and then re-secured it.

After slightly rotating the blade, he adapted to the slight change in weight on the blade. Then, he turned around to face the back, where the phantom resembling Chen Chuan appeared once again.

He stared at it for a moment, shouted "Hey!", stepped forward, swung his blade swiftly, and rushed past the side of the phantom in a few steps before stopping.

After a while, the phantom behind him swayed and then dissipated entirely.

He shook his blade, returned it, and slowly sheathed it.

At this moment, he felt that his state had reached the best it could be for now, and the Jade Core fragments preserved in the sword would allow him to maintain this state.

He walked to the edge of the training hall and pushed open the door.

Outside, light rain was falling. Under the gloomy sky, distant waves were rising and falling, seemingly foreshadowing an approaching storm.

Several people were waiting at the door, including the administrator. Seeing him come out, the administrator hurried forward and bowed to him. "Mr. Jian Cheng, you're out." He looked up again. "Mr. Jian Cheng, we don't have much time left."

Jian Cheng Sheng asked, "How much time is left?"

"Five hours at most," the administrator said in a low voice. "We only have five hours left."

Jian Cheng Sheng bowed slightly to him. "Sorry to keep you waiting. I'm ready."

The administrator's expression lit up, and he immediately contacted the person in charge using the Boundary Token, then said with a solemn expression, "Mr. Jian Cheng, time is tight. If it's convenient for you, we'll set off now."

On the other side, at about the same time, Chen Chuan's car had just driven out of Yangzhi City. In the sky behind him, Zhao Ming was flying, following his car.

His car stopped at the last Checkpoint, and he raised his hand to look at his watch.

After waiting less than ten minutes, there was a chirping sound from the sky. A while later, he saw a convoy driving towards him in the rearview mirror.

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