Chapter 51 (2/2)

“What can you do? I don’t want to be wasting too much time on you, so I will transfer one stream of my Waves to you. Before this Wave disappears, you can carefully comprehend it, slowly closing in on the rhythm of Mistral Windgod.

“Remember, don’t try to imitate all of the characteristics at once. Trim the edges and corners today, change a few strands of hair tomorrow. Bit by bit, truly change your rhythm, truly change your breathing and blood so that they all become the Mistral Windgod’s Waves.”

He did not give Fang Xingjian much time to consider before he thrust his finger. Fang Xingjian did not feel the slightest movement of air currents, nor could he even see the shadow of the other party’s finger before it landed on his head.

The next moment, surges of Waves gushed out from the tip of his fingers, and immediately travelled through all parts of Fang Xingjian’s body, spurring all of his breath and blood flow towards the direction of the Mistral Windgod’s Waves.

However, such a thorough inversion of his breathing and blood flow made Fang Xingjian feel extreme agony. The veins on his forehead popped out. He felt as if his body, both inside and outside, was being stabbed and torn apart by countless small knives.

Looking at how much agony Fang Xingjian was in, the man chuckled and said, “Relax, this stream of Wave will disappear only after more than ten days. You still have a long time to slowly experience and comprehend it.

“For the rest of the night, I’ll transfer you the Ice Age Meditation Art. You better carefully comprehend it.”

While Fang Xingjian was tolerating the pain, the man had started talking, and his every word and his every sentence was like monstrous sounds piercing through Fang Xingjian’s ears, penetrating all barriers to reach his ear. Although he was in extreme agony, he was still able to hear every word, and he ingrained everything in his mind.

“Remember. Mental cultivation methods change the way humans think. They transform one’s mode and way of thinking from top to bottom.

“The speed of the Windstorm Sword Hero is unrivalled, hence the need for the Ice Age Meditation Art to cool the heart, calm the mind, in order to maintain absolute rationale and calm at all times.

“Envision your thoughts as being as cold as a machine, as harsh as winter. No matter the situation, no matter who your enemy is, or how painful it is, you have to control your thoughts and maintain absolute peace of mind.

“Now, follow what I say. Learn to calm your heart and to reflect on your thoughts. When you notice yourself thinking about anything, stop it and cut off that distraction.

“If you can cut off all distractions as you wish, it means that you have achieved the basic success required for the Ice Age Meditation Art.

“The flesh affects the mind, and the mind in turn influences the flesh. Only through interaction from both inside and out and through uniform movement can you achieve the Waves and mental cultivation techniques.”

“Cut… off… distractions…”

Fang Xingjian’s heart was entirely filled with agony, fury, desires for revenge, and he forced himself to not think about those. But the more he tried to stop himself from thinking of them, the wilder those thoughts resurfaced, over and over again.

When the man saw Fang Xingjian’s twisted face, he laughed and said, “Take it slow. The beginning is always the toughest.”

Fang Xingjian spent the whole night drowned in physical pain and mental frustrations. Everytime he felt that he had reached a limit in his frustration, as if his entire body was itchy and he wanted to stand up and fling his four limbs about crazily, the man’s huge hand would press down on his body, forcing him down on the same spot and making him unable to move an inch. He could only tolerate this stage of emotional turmoil.

After tolerating time and time again, he felt as if the physical pain had lessened a little, and that the infinite surges of distractions, worries, fury and vengeance had also been slightly reduced.

It was not until the sky had lit up that the man allowed him to stand and move his muscles.

Fang Xingjian nodded towards the man and said, “Thank you. If you have any problems in the future…”

He wanted to be polite, but the man waved his hand and interrupted, “Your talent is too weak, and the distractions in your mind are ten times that of an ordinary man’s. The probability of you becoming a Windstorm Sword Hero is less than one in ten thousand.

“Rather than thinking of helping me, you’d be better off thinking about how to overcome this trial before you.”

From his words, it was clear that he did not think well of the current Fang Xingjian. The next moment, the man’s silhouette disappeared like the dissipating snow.