"The Way of the Sword Soul" is a path of cultivating the most powerful flying sword for attack—not cultivating the flying sword itself, but cultivating the sword soul. One uses their own soul to replace the sword soul, refining the entire person into a flying sword!

The sword spirit is one's own soul!

One's own soul is the soul of the flying sword; the two become one. If the sword is destroyed, the person is destroyed; if the sword perishes, the person dies!

Therefore, a fine flying sword is extremely important!

However, for Henry Thompson, before he found a powerful flying sword, he would not even consider tempering or practicing with a sword.

After pondering for a long time and looking at the still incomplete cultivation manual in his hand, Henry Thompson hesitated. After some thought, Henry Thompson made a bold and inconceivable decision—to cultivate himself into a flying sword!

With this decision, Henry Thompson completely abandoned the idea of using a flying sword to temper his sword soul.

In the days that followed, Henry Thompson kept himself shut in this stuffy room. He did not choose to start cultivating immediately, but instead kept reading the thirteen volumes of Sword Soul, constantly comprehending, constantly pondering, and continuously recording his insights.

Three years—an entire three years—with Henry Thompson's knowledge and perseverance, he did not cultivate the Way of the Sword Soul for three years. Yet, after nearly three years of sleepless contemplation, his understanding of the Way of the Sword Soul was already no less than that of Charles Thompson.

Today, three years later, Henry Thompson still wore an indifferent expression, but his body had grown much taller. He was thin, his face somewhat pale, and his whole person appeared slightly sickly.

And today, Henry Thompson finally decided to begin cultivating the Way of the Sword Soul.

The Way of the Sword Soul is actually a path of the domineering sword, a sword path that brings the power of the sword to its utmost limit. Even the legendary Dugu Nine Swords that Henry Thompson imagined in his heart might not compare to this domineering sword path.

In the martial world, there are countless users of sabers, even more who use hidden weapons, but those who use swords are few, and their strength is not great.

Henry Thompson's mind began to sink into this domineering sword path that he had already become intimately familiar with countless times. Instantly, he sensed the energy throughout his body, centered on his dantian.

This sense of energy—now, with just a slight movement of his mind, Henry Thompson firmly grasped this sensation, then began to circulate his energy along the path chosen by the domineering sword path. Because of his extreme familiarity with his body and the cultivation method, and having simulated it countless times in his mind, this time, though excruciatingly painful, the process was extremely smooth.

Countless mysterious and obscure meridians were all cleared under the impact of the weak yet spiral-like force.

From the Zhangmen point, along the way through Huiyao, Taixu, Chouchong, Shouren, Qidu, Zuyao, and other profound meridian points, he broke through in one go!

During this process, even after vomiting three liters of blood, even when his entire consciousness was blurred, even when the pain from his physical body penetrated to the bone and soul, Henry Thompson did not utter a single groan. Cold sweat, now thick and sticky, clung to his body, but Henry Thompson remained unmoved.

"Hu—"

A puff of black turbid air was instantly expelled, and Henry Thompson immediately felt more spirited, his eyes appearing even deeper. A chilling aura flickered constantly in his pupils, yet in the next moment, it faded into nothingness.

At this moment, countless heroic feelings suddenly surged in Henry Thompson's heart.

He almost wanted to open his mouth and howl, to vent the agitation and pleasure after clearing the blockages in his body.

However, he silently calmed himself, continuing to sort out the newly cleared meridians. The sensed energy flow was growing at a geometric rate, and the damaged meridians that had been cleared were quickly recovering in this surging energy.

At the same time, the feeling of discomfort had disappeared.

The first major realm of the Way of the Sword Soul—Sword Intent, first level—was accomplished!

A cool stream of energy gradually flowed through his heart, making his whole body comfortable. His consciousness seemed to have grown much stronger, and his six senses, including sight, were greatly enhanced. The feeling of blockage that occasionally appeared in his heart never returned.

Thus, Henry Thompson already understood that the era of being a naturally crippled waste was far behind him.

Looking at the layer of pitch-black, mud-like impurities on his body, Henry Thompson went straight to the side room's bathroom. Here, at set times, maids would bring hot water for bathing.

After washing up, dressed in a blue silk long robe, Henry Thompson looked at himself in the mirror. About 1.65 meters tall, with a thin build, his youthful face at the age of thirteen appeared as pure as fine jade. Paired with his slightly blood-tinged handsome face and star-like, heroic eyes, he truly looked like a handsome and elegant young man.

At this moment, Henry Thompson was in an excellent mood. After completing the first level of Sword Intent, his strength had greatly increased, and the gloom and depression he once felt had vanished.

Suddenly, a cold, sword-like glint shot from his eyes. The fine black iron sword hanging on the bathroom wall trembled instantly. Then, with a light tap of his foot, Henry Thompson's figure flashed and appeared in front of the wall. His right hand reached out like an afterimage—"Weng~~~"—and the black iron sword instantly appeared in Henry Thompson's hand.

With the first level of Sword Intent, Henry Thompson's understanding of his own strength and his swordsmanship was naturally beyond question.