Once, relying on this state, he was able to count all the spines on a cactus within ten seconds.

The only price he paid was total mental exhaustion, causing him to sleep for a whole day.

Such a miraculous phenomenon left Quentin Harper in awe.

Because this sword was named Qingping, Quentin Harper's imagination ran wild, making him fancy that this sword was the legendary sage's Dao-proving divine sword from myth.

Unfortunately, when Quentin Harper sought to verify this one by one, he ultimately learned that Earth had already entered the Age of the End of Dharma, with no hope of seeking truth, no path to the Dao, and that myths would forever remain mere myths.

In pursuit of cultivation and the Dao, in order to open the door to true understanding, he risked everything, seeking life in the face of death, crossing the sea of stars, and finally arrived in this brand-new world, reborn from the ashes.

“With my current physical condition, is there any way to further improve the Meteor Piercing Moon Sword Technique?”

Quentin Harper muttered to himself.

As he visualized the Qingping Sword in his mind, the surrounding environment seemed to grow faintly quiet.

Casting aside all distracting thoughts, every move and every form of the Meteor Piercing Moon Sword Technique became incomparably clear in his spiritual world.

Vaguely, in his spiritual world, he held a sword in one hand, drawing it in an instant. As he practiced, the sword techniques and the flow of true qi followed a completely different trajectory, striking like lightning.

“True qi circulation…”

Quentin Harper carefully contemplated, and some previously vague ideas and speculations surged forth at this moment.

“Whoosh!”

In the next instant, true qi surged, and the sword in his hand thrust out in a flash.

“Bang!”

The sword light tore through the air, and a faint sonic boom sounded out of nowhere.

Moments later, the sword light faded.

A sharp gleam flashed in Quentin Harper's eyes.

“Ten strikes per second.”

By using the method of true qi manipulation visualized in his spiritual world, Quentin Harper directly broke through the barrier of eight strikes per second, leaping to the level of ten strikes per second.

This was almost equivalent to crossing two entire realms.

“Swordsmanship is broad and profound. The same technique, when performed by different people or in different states, can unleash completely different power. I merely made slight adjustments to the flow of true qi and the trajectory of my strikes, and the power of the Meteor Piercing Moon Sword Technique increased dramatically.”

This unexpected yet reasonable gain made Quentin Harper even more determined about the future.

“The changes in the Meteor Piercing Moon Sword Technique have opened my mind. This sword technique is what I learned on Earth, and is the most promising method I summarized for seeking truth and attaining the Dao from the 'Supreme Sword Canon.' If the Meteor Piercing Moon Sword Technique is combined with true qi, its power can be multiplied. If I use true qi instead of physical force to temper my bones and meridians, and even refine my organs and change my blood, once successful, my bones, meridians, and internal organs will become strong and flexible, and the amount and explosive power of true qi I can contain will far surpass ordinary people.”

He acted as soon as he thought of it.

On Earth, martial artists refined their blood essence to produce physical force, tempered their bones, and refined their meridians. At the highest level, they refined their organs and changed their blood. Quentin Harper was now eager to try replacing inner strength with true qi to see if it was possible.

“Hmm!”

As Quentin Harper guided his limited true qi to seep into his bones, a piercing pain quickly spread throughout his body.

“This isn’t the way to refine it. Physical force is different from true qi. Physical force is formed by refining blood essence to the extreme, so it naturally nourishes and harmonizes with the bones, meridians, and internal organs. But true qi is obtained by absorbing the vital energy of heaven and earth…”

Thinking of the significant differences between the two, Quentin Harper fell into deep thought.

“The method of immortal cultivation is to refine essence into qi, refine qi into spirit, and refine spirit to return to the void… True qi can be absorbed from the world, or refined from blood essence. Born in the Age of the End of Dharma on Earth, I searched everywhere for spiritual mountains and blessed lands but found nothing. The world is deficient, and the body’s essence does not harmonize with the vital energy of heaven and earth, so I cannot use the power of heaven and earth to temper my body. With blood essence lacking, how can I refine essence into qi!”

A divine light flashed in Quentin Harper's eyes.

On Earth, in the Age of the End of Dharma, the vital energy of heaven and earth no longer existed, so it was impossible to refine essence into qi.

But…

This world has it!

Chapter 3: Sword Duel

“Knock knock.”

Quentin Harper's door was knocked.

He opened the door to see a man in martial attire, holding a long sword, who looked to be in his thirties, standing before him.

“Dragon Eagle Swordsman?”

The man nodded and cupped his hands politely. “Dragon Eagle Swordsman Jasper, greetings to the Sixty-Fourth Young Master.”

“Snow Sword Manor?”

Quentin Harper understood.

Previously, when “Quentin Harper” suffered severe damage to his meridians, he had sent a message to Snow Sword Manor, desperately seeking a miraculous healing medicine. Now, half a month had passed, and at least there was finally some news.

Before Quentin Harper could ask, Jasper spoke bluntly: “According to the rules of Snow Sword Manor, children who go out to train must bear the consequences of their own success or failure. The manor will not provide any assistance. Furthermore, since the Sixty-Fourth Young Master’s meridians have been damaged and your true qi realm has fallen to the first level of True Refinement, your monthly allowance will be reduced to the minimum standard of one gold coin.”

Quentin Harper was not surprised by this.

The master of Snow Sword Manor, Lu Qingfeng, had ninety-three children. He himself probably couldn’t remember all their names. For those without any outstanding qualities, he always let them fend for themselves.

“I understand.”

Quentin Harper replied.