The emperor's family raised me in poverty? But I have a very good understanding.

Su Changqing's action made everyone present look at him sideways, and they talked quietly.

"Young Master has never practiced swordsmanship, but his physique is not bad. Isn't one ten-thousandth a little less?"

"It's a lot. The original sword intent in this sword is too strong. Even if it is one ten-thousandth, it can build a good foundation for swordsmanship."

"Hahaha, everyone is optimistic. Maybe the young master swallowed the whole sword!"

"What a joke, what kind of physique can withstand so much original sword intent? It will burst."

Everyone laughed and talked casually, and didn't care too much about swallowing the whole sword.

That is the original sword intent of all the sword practitioners of the ancient sword sect, and it has been nurtured here for countless years.

Such a vast sword intent, even the sword saint body can't bear it.

However, at this time, an old man from the Su family chuckled and said:

"It's not impossible."

"The essence of the origin of sword intent is to use pure sword intent to nourish the body and build a sword physique."

"As long as the young master can control the flow of the origin of sword intent and consciously nourish various parts of the body, he can integrate a large amount of the origin of sword intent."

"Especially since the young master has not yet practiced, his body is still ordinary, which is the best state for absorbing the origin of sword intent."

Everyone laughed and shook their heads when they heard this.

It is true that the origin of sword intent is an extremely rare treasure, but it is difficult to absorb endlessly.

A sword cultivator who has practiced successfully will have his own unique sword intent in his body.

And as the time of sword cultivation increases, his bones will gradually be subtly affected.

This influence will cause the origin of sword intent and the sword intent in the body to have a confrontation, which will greatly affect the fusion of the origin of sword intent.

However, a sword cultivator who has practiced successfully can control the origin of sword intent and consciously strengthen his own bones and sword intent, and can also have a good harvest.

It is different for those who have never practiced swordsmanship.

They have never practiced swordsmanship, and their roots can be integrated into the original sword intent without resistance, achieving the best effect.

But this fusion is unconscious, and can only be determined by the strength of the roots.

Because how can people who have never practiced swordsmanship control sword intent?

They cannot control the fusion of sword intent, so they can only passively accept the infusion of sword intent until their bodies are saturated, and then slowly absorb it.

So far, the two have a paradox.

People who practice swordsmanship will have sword intent antibodies in their bodies, and the upper limit is already determined.

People who do not practice swordsmanship have no upper limit, but they cannot control the original sword intent, and the root bone determines the degree of fusion.

In general, these two will have explosive improvements under a large amount of original sword intent, but it is difficult to reach the sky in one step and grow unlimitedly.

Therefore, at present, Su Changqing is integrating the original sword intent, and what he looks at is the upper limit of his own bones and how much original sword intent he can integrate.

"Although I can't control the sword intent, if my will is strong enough, I can slightly control the direction of the sword intent."

"Didn't Changqing study with Ruxian for two years? His mind should be far beyond the ordinary, right?"

At this time, a strong man from the Su family said.

Everyone's eyes lit up when they heard this, and they all looked at Su Wenlin.

Among them, if you want to say who knows Su Changqing best, it must be Su Wenlin who has lived with him for nearly twenty years.

"I left not long after Changqing became my disciple, and I'm not very clear."

Su Wenlin pondered for a moment and said, "But I don't think Changqing has read out the Haoran Qi, so I think his Confucian and Taoist qualifications are not strong."

Everyone shook their heads and showed regret when they heard this.

If so, the effect of this absorption will be greatly reduced.

But Su Zian on the side looked strange.

Changqing doesn't have Confucian and Taoist qualifications?

If he hadn't seen Changqing Wenbi in the school, he would have believed it.

The four arts of the immortal family are all in the Tao, and the suppressed literary and Taoist genius Lingsi has no temper.

If this person doesn't have the Confucian and Taoist qualifications, then no one in the world is worthy of studying.

"It seems that Changqing's harvest this time will be greater than I thought."

Su Zian looked at Su Changqing below, with a hint of expectation in his eyes.

...

Under the Origin Sword Sun.

Su Changqing sat cross-legged under the dazzling light, but he didn't know what to do next.

"How to absorb this?"

He looked curious. He had never practiced before, and he didn't have any skills in his hands. Could he just sit there?

While Su Changqing was thinking, the Origin Sword Sun that had been condensed in the sky for countless years seemed to have found a breakthrough.

A series of wrist-thick Origin Sword Intents meandered down from the Sword Sun like a stream, and merged directly into Su Changqing's body.

But in an instant, a numbness that emerged from the depths of the soul spread throughout his body.

Su Changqing's body was like a shriveled sponge, and every cell was greedily devouring the falling Origin Sword Intent.

That warm feeling was like a baby floating in the mother's womb, absorbing the nutrients transmitted from everywhere.

His whole body was glowing from the inside out.

Under the endless flow of the original sword intent, his bones, flesh, and internal organs gradually became crystal clear.

As time passed, a large amount of the original sword intent was swallowed up by Su Changqing like a flowing stream.

When the night fell on the second day, a sudden feeling of fullness came from his body.

The original sword intent that kept flowing down also began to become soothing and scarce.

Above the sky.

Su Wenlin looked at Jian Yang, who had hardly changed, and nodded,

"A little more than one ten-thousandth, about the same as expected."

Everyone around smiled and said, "That's enough. With such a large amount of original sword intent, the young master's sword talent will skyrocket."

Everyone was not surprised, after all, it was expected.

But at this time, two people were staring at Su Changqing below.

"The four arts of the immortals can enter the Tao in two years, this shouldn't be your limit." Su Zian whispered softly.

"With a mortal body, you can condense two heaven-level sword tactics innate secrets, and one-tenth of the original sword intent is more than enough!"

Uncle Fu smiled in the dark, with great confidence in Su Changqing in his eyes.

Su Changqing is not a sword cultivator, because he has never practiced the sword tactics and created sword intent.

But Su Changqing is a sword cultivator, because he has condensed a powerful innate secret!

The absorption of the original sword intent has an upper limit for both sword cultivators and non-sword cultivators.

But Su Changqing doesn't!

He is independent of these two. For countless years, he is the only sword cultivator who has condensed the Dao with the ‘skill’ alone without any mental method!

“Is this the protector you recognize?”

On the side, Chu Feng glanced at Uncle Fu and said lightly.

He did not see anything surprising about Su Changqing.

“Hahaha, this is the protector I recognize!”

Uncle Fu laughed when he heard it, and pointed at Su Changqing, “Watch with wide eyes, this is just the beginning!”

…

Under the sword sun.

Su Changqing opened his hazy eyes and felt the fullness coming from his body.

That feeling is like a person who has a full stomach but has not digested it.

A large amount of original sword intent accumulates in the body, waiting for the master to refine it, or slowly integrate it.

In other words, this feeling of fullness is just the accumulation of sword intent on the surface of the body, but it has not penetrated into the deepest part of the body.

"I can't eat anymore."

Su Changqing looked down at his palm and murmured softly,

"Can I swallow more of the bones, skin, and even cell particles that are directly integrated into the deep of my body?"

Thinking of this, he looked up at the still huge and boundless sword sun, feeling the vast sword intent within it.

Su Changqing closed his eyes slightly, and the moment his will tried to integrate the original sword intent, the two sword seals at the center of his eyebrows began to emit a faint light.

The original sword intent that ordinary people find extremely difficult to control, or even feel, merged with him in an instant, like an arm driving it.

"Come!"

With a soft call in his heart, the next moment.

Boom!

The huge sword sun suddenly burst into brilliant light, and a surging sword intent stirred all directions!

It can be clearly seen that the original sword intent that fell from the sky above the sword sun has surged from the initial winding stream to a magnificent waterfall like a rushing waterfall!