I was just making up techniques… how did all of you become Emperors? Chapter 6: Xiao Chen – Master Is Too Powerful

Chapter 6: Xiao Chen – The Master’s Boundless Depth

Positioned under a massive waterfall that plummeted thousands of feet—

Xiao Chen was pouring every ounce of his energy into repetitive sword swings.

Each movement of his blade pushed the boundaries of his physical frame and mental resolve. Had he not possessed the Innate Sword Body and the robust constitution of a Dao Foundation realm practitioner, simply remaining upright under the crushing weight of the water would have been impossible, let alone executing precise sword forms. Despite the pressure, he strove for perfection with every strike.

Initially, stray thoughts plagued Xiao Chen’s mind. However, as the rhythm of his training took hold, his consciousness cleared of all distractions.

Before long, the universe shrunk until only he and his sword remained.

Hours slipped by until Xiao Chen reached the point of total physical exhaustion.

With a loud splash, the unrelenting force of the waterfall finally broke his stance, sweeping him into the depths of the pool below.

Allowing the current to guide him, he eventually surged out of the water with the agility of a leaping carp, landing firmly on the bank. He immediately began to focus on regaining his strength.

The moment his energy flickered back to life, he dove straight back into his grueling routine.

This cycle continued relentlessly, day and night.

Meanwhile, at the Miscellaneous Dao Institute—

Chu Feng was attempting to engage with his system. Unfortunately, it had remained silent ever since the initial notification regarding his new disciple.

“I seem to have been saddled with a tsundere system…”

After several fruitless attempts at communication, Chu Feng gave up. He reached for a random volume from his shelves and started reading to pass the time.

Seven days vanished in the blink of an eye.

Chu Feng felt his limbs growing stiff from his prolonged period of inactivity.

“I wonder how that boy Xiao Chen is progressing?”

Reflecting on this, he decided it was time to inspect his disciple’s training.

As Xiao Chen was his first-ever student, it was only right for a Master to oversee his development. Though Chu Feng had not yet mastered flight despite his ten years of Cultivation, he could still traverse the terrain with remarkable speed.

It wasn't long before he reached the waterfall, where he spotted a figure still battling the crashing torrent with a sword.

Though soaked to the bone by the heavy spray, Xiao Chen’s strikes remained unwavering and potent.

Finding himself with time to spare, Chu Feng decided to indulge in some fishing—a hobby he had carried over from his previous life.

Just as Chu Feng landed a catch, the waterfall once again overpowered Xiao Chen, sending him tumbling into the water like a lifeless branch.

A moment later, the youth dragged himself onto the shore, gasping for air as he fought for breath.

Noticing Chu Feng’s presence, he managed to steady his breathing before bowing. “Disciple pays respects to Master.”

“Forget the formalities. You are clearly spent—take a moment to rest,” Chu Feng urged kindly.

Xiao Chen nodded, collapsing onto the riverbank and shutting his eyes to recover.

After a brief interval, he looked up and inquired, “Master, what brings you to this place?”

“I came to observe your progress,” Chu Feng answered. Looking at the exhausted boy, he added, “Is this your standard method of recovery?”

“Yes, Master. I spend all twenty-four hours here. When I am not practicing, I am resting on this ground. At night, I might catch two hours of sleep if I must,” Xiao Chen explained, stealing a nervous glance at his teacher.

Chu Feng was internally moved by the boy's dedication, yet he remarked, “Such a regimen will lead to total collapse within three months. While Cultivation is paramount, one must maintain a balance between effort and repose.”

“Master’s guidance is wise. I only sought to master sword intent quickly so as not to shame you. Does Master know of a way to accelerate physical recovery?”

Xiao Chen’s gaze was filled with anticipation.

“A swift recovery method? Naturally, one could use pills. However, we who walk the path of the sword have no need for such crutches.”

Chu Feng spoke with profound gravity—even though he was making it up on the spot. The simple truth was that he was too poor to provide medicinal pills.

Despite his status as the head of the Miscellaneous Dao Institute, the Wendao Academy was well aware of his lack of true power and only provided him with a meager allowance of spirit stones for basic needs.

However, he couldn't allow his disciple to think he was incompetent.

Smiling faintly, Chu Feng said, “As your Master, I can impart a technique known as ‘Sitting Oblivion.’ When your body reaches its limit, utilize this method to restore yourself.

It is more than mere rest; it is an exercise in spiritual Cultivation.”

Xiao Chen’s interest was piqued. A technique that restored energy while simultaneously refining the spirit? His Master truly was a hidden expert.

“I beg Master to teach me this technique.”

Chu Feng smiled. “You may sit or lie down. Once you achieve inner stillness, begin to cast away all thoughts—detach yourself from the weights of the flesh and the mind. In time, your spirit will resonate with the Dao itself.

This will allow you to recover more deeply while also tempering your divine sense during your downtime.”

Xiao Chen was visibly moved. “I wish to attempt it immediately.”

Chu Feng gestured for him to wait. “There is no rush. Continue your sword work during the daylight, and dedicate a few hours of the night to Sitting Oblivion.”

“I am grateful for Master’s instruction.”

Xiao Chen promptly sat cross-legged, entering a brief meditative state. After thirty minutes, he stood up, renewed, and returned to his sword practice.

As evening approached, Chu Feng collected his fish and headed back to the institute, his mind wandering.

…

The night grew heavy.

A cool breeze swept through the valley.

By the side of the stream, Xiao Chen remained in a seated meditative posture.

For several days, he had followed a strict schedule: training until the middle of the night and then transitioning into deep meditation.

It had been nearly a fortnight since he began practicing the Sitting Oblivion technique.

Initially, his physical pain and wandering mind made it difficult to find true silence.

But with persistence, he had found his flow.

Every time he woke from Sitting Oblivion, he felt a level of rejuvenation that far surpassed any sleep he had ever known.

At this moment, Xiao Chen had lost all sense of self. He no longer felt the ache in his muscles or the fatigue in his mind.

He hovered in a state between the mundane and the divine—as if he were on the verge of becoming one with the world around him, though a final barrier remained.

That night, the ethereal sensation took hold rapidly.

Xiao Chen’s mind became a void. His consciousness drifted away from his physical shell, merging with the environment.

Time lost all meaning.

Suddenly, he reached a state of complete selflessness. His soul felt as though it had ascended, and his comprehension of the sword reached new heights.

Only when the morning sun began to warm his skin did he instinctively pull his awareness back into his body.

Opening his eyes to the dawn, he felt an irrepressible urge to practice.

He approached the waterfall, and as he swung his blade, he was stunned. His technique was far more refined than before—his mastery over the sword had reached a whole new level.

He couldn't help but think in awe: “Master is truly too powerful! A simple resting technique has such profound effects!”

With renewed vigor, Xiao Chen pushed aside all other thoughts and resumed his training.