Chapter 4: A Xiu Ying In Time [2] (1/2)
”Mastery of the mind. Order and harmony within oneself. Only by this can one's conscious awareness be free to understand the laws and nature of the universe and become harmonized with the universe.”
Zhang Xiu Ying put a blue crystalline in her mouth and closed it with a crunch, as strong Chi energy stormed her dantian. She commenced the circulation of the Chi energy from her dantian through her meridians and back into her dantian. As a demigod, she could handle the storming effect of the crystallines without any difficulty. She didn't stop, but continued her breathing exercise and meditation using the astral primal technique.
”Understanding true mortal self is the beginning of understanding the true nature of our universe.”
After cultivating for some time, she exited the chamber taking one blue crystalline with her and headed towards the training area. She would be practicing her Phoenix Inferno mystical art with her sword, Navaris. This was an ancient ancestral heirloom of immense value belonging to her mother's bloodline. The feather blade alone, was crafted from the single tail feather of a primordial phoenix at the heart of the Eternal Rest. Certainly, it was a lowgrade heavenly weapon.
After becoming a full demigod as a result of her rapid advancement and development, her mother had decided to give her the heirloom. What was the point in her keeping it? She couldn't bring out the full power of the sword, and by the way things were going, it would take her forever to reach a stage of using it fully. Who else could she even give it to?
Before she left her birthplace, there was no member of her clan that could even wield it properly talkless of utilising its full powers. And if her daughter could become so powerful in a short time as a demigod, what prevented her from having it? She could only be a heavens sent to do that. Therefore, her mother had decided that the sword would be safe in her hand and would be properly used.
She was slowly swinging the feather blade. Her martial art was already at the Yinhu[Silver tiger] level, where she could call herself a young master. Her swordsmanship was still at the expert level. Also, she knew she had a long way to go before reaching the legend level. She had to become a master and then a grandmaster before becoming a legend.
Although not much of a difference and she was at a bottleneck, her joy was in her mystical arts. She was at the fourth stage of the Phoenix Inferno technique.
”Both mind and body must be cultivated to understand true self. The rhythm of a sword and the motion of fire. They nourish the body and soul, yet they can also be destructive. It takes a true self discovery to bring out the constructiveness of a sword and the protectiveness of fire. Intent of the heart determines the nature of a martial and mystical arts. Peace is needed, yes, inner peace, in order to be one with nature.”
She thrust her sword forward and flaming ribbons spread out from it. They covered the training area in spirals of flame without burning anything. The spirals of the flaming ribbons was truly a beautiful scene to behold.
”Art is nature and nature is art. ”
Zhang Xiu Ying smiled appreciatively at her father who was joining her for training. Her parents had been exceedingly supportive of her right from her birth. Ah, what a wonderful parents she had. In this life or another, she couldn't have wished it any other way. She was perfectly happy with her life and the direction she was going. They continued practicing for a period of time before her father waved her down.
”Xiu Ying, let's stop the practice for the afternoon. Let's go inside. You need to have a nourishing meal and a rest. Your mother is preparing the yellow coloured mountain goat. As a rare and magical animal, it will surely nourish your body and the baby further.”
”Father, with all this magical animals, by the time I give birth, I would've turned to a magical animal.”
”That would be a sight to behold, Xiu Ying. A magical phoenix flying through the sky with wings of inferno. A magical sight indeed.”
Zhang Xiu Ying's mind wandered off to the image of her nascent soul after the words of her father. Her nascent manifestation had been a mini avatar of herself with feathered armour and flaming wings. A flaming bird? She laughed, dismissing it from her mind as her father joined her in laughter too.