Living In Another World With A Farm Chapter 8397: Saber intent (1)

The legacy of the Heaven Crippling Sect splits into two distinct sections. The first section consists of the orthodox legacy from the Heaven Crippling Sect, handed down by its founding sect master. It centers on the Heaven Crippling Cultivation Technique, practiced through the deliberate ruin of one's own physique. This legacy stands as the mightiest among the Heaven Crippling Sect's treasures.

Yet, the Heaven Crippling Sect holds another legacy entirely. Folks often misunderstand what counts as a disability. They assume it only applies when something's absent from the body. Truth is, having extras can qualify as a disability too. Take those born with six fingers— that's a disability as well.

This alternative legacy of the Heaven Crippling Sect falls into that category. Known simply as Redundant, its name is straightforward yet renowned. Legends claim it originated from the fifth sect leader of the Heaven Crippling Sect. Born with extra digits, he sported seven fingers on his left hand and eight on his right. Even more horrifying, he possessed three legs, each foot boasting over ten toes, creating a truly ghastly sight.

As a product of the Heaven Crippling Sect himself, this sect leader didn't need physical impairment for the sect's standard martial arts, so he kept his body whole. His progress in cultivation surged ahead, and he quickly grasped the core of the Heaven Crippling Sect's martial arts. Pondering ways to grow even stronger without self-mutilation, he crafted his own cultivation technique. What emerged was the Redundant method, bearing a basic title but with a key requirement: the body must harbor surplus elements. The greater the surplus, the fiercer the technique's potency.

This heritage has endured within the Heaven Crippling Sect, though it falls short of the Heaven Crippling Skill's dominance. Still, it persists through generations, delivering formidable combat prowess that's far from feeble—in truth, quite formidable. That's why Heaven Crippling Sect disciples diverge sharply from those in other sects. They either lack parts or carry excesses upon their forms.

The assault unleashed by the Heaven Crippling Sect cultivator against Zhao Hai drew from the Redundant technique. One could view Redundant as a collection of methods or as a vast, inclusive scripture. It encompasses not just mana circulation but also fist strikes, palm blows, leg maneuvers, finger strikes, claw attacks, and a host of others. Notably absent are weapon-based cultivation techniques, as Heaven Crippling Sect disciples shun weapons altogether.

A faint smile crossed Zhao Hai's face as he eyed the Heaven Crippling Sect disciple. In a grave tone, he declared, "I know how powerful the Heaven Crippling Sect is, but I don’t think you’re good enough to let me know." With that, he flipped his hand, stowing the Buddhist Commandment Blade into his space. Then, he launched a straightforward punch.

This time, Zhao Hai employed the incantation gesture once more, though in a varied style. It resembled Ha Jing’s incantation gesture closely. While Ha Jing’s version shifted endlessly, he treated it purely as an offensive tool, unleashing devastating might. Zhao Hai’s incantation gesture, however, proved broader, enveloping even Ha Jing’s form. Thus, he opted for Ha Jing’s incantation gesture here.

Zhao Hai’s palm strike appeared plain at first glance, merely a basic hand seal. Against the opponent's sky-filling finger shadows, it seemed utterly outmatched—like simplicity clashing with intricacy. Yet, as Zhao Hai thrust his palm onward, the Heaven Crippling Sect disciple's finger shadows began to fade gradually. He saw that endless variations in his finger techniques led inevitably to confronting Zhao Hai’s palm head-on. Rather than endless shifts, a direct clash might prove better, absorbing the blow outright. Hence, he settled on the most basic counter.

A resounding boom echoed as palm met finger. The Heaven Crippling Sect cultivator staggered backward, yet he pressed on without pause. Using the recoil, he soared back toward the Alliance Army’s formation. Mid-flight, he called out, "Zhao Hai, you’re strong indeed. I admit defeat for this battle."

Zhao Hai lifted his hand, frozen in place momentarily. He hadn't anticipated his foe leaping into a sudden ambush-like strike, only to retreat and concede right after. Without prior knowledge, he'd suspect the man as a mole. If not a spy, then what could explain such behavior?

Shaking his head, Zhao Hai managed a wry grin. This encounter deepened his grasp of the Heaven Crippling Sect disciples' brazen ways. These fellows embodied utter shamelessness, willing to stoop to any tactic. Clearly sensing his inferiority, the opponent feared injury from prolonged combat and chose to yield. Such a move lay beyond most major sect disciples' pride, yet this one pulled it off effortlessly. Zhao Hai found himself at a loss for words. Against such types, options dwindled—they disregarded all, from personal honor to sect prestige. Nothing fazed them. That's what made them truly fearsome: the one who scorns face holds unbeatable edge.

Without lingering in the arena, Zhao Hai withdrew to his group. Though the skirmish ended swiftly, both sides witnessed his prowess clearly. Evidently, Zhao Hai held back in both fights. His ultimate weapon, by outsider accounts, was the Great Incantation Gesture. Naturally, none knew of his Golden Lotus Nine Transformations Scripture; they chalked it up to the Great Incantation Gesture.

In these two clashes, Zhao Hai skipped the mantra entirely. Even in the latest bout, where it seemed he invoked the mantra, observers doubted he'd unleashed his peak. The initial fight featured his blade, and its sheer force left all stunned.

Be they saber or sword practitioners, cultivators typically forge saber intent or sword intent. In essence, these intents mirror each other— the purest cores of saber and sword arts, their authentic essences. They fuse the fundamental forces of those arts into strikes, maximizing their devastating potential.

Within the Blood Sea Realm, Dharma power fuels those who wield it. A cultivator's blade art must harmonize with their Dharma power. When blade or sword arts align with one's Dharma power, their might surges dramatically. Dharma power acts as an amplifier, bolstering every technique. The Dharma Seed serves as an energy transformer, channeling Dharma power's output. Yet, beyond raw Dharma power, spiritual essence weaves in too—born in the sea of consciousness, it couldn't form otherwise. This spiritual essence from Dharma power enhances saber or sword intent, sharpening them further.

Should the Dharma Seed function as an energy transformer for harnessing Dharma power, then saber and sword intents act as release valves. They unleash the spiritual force within the Dharma idol, amplifying attacks to terrifying heights. Therein lies the real dread.

One aspect eases for those with Dharma Seeds: success comes readily. Upon entering the Dharma Accumulation Realm, condensing a Dharma Seed ranks first. Forming it proves straightforward, thanks to the Dharma idol's supplied Dharma force. Simply refine and purify that force, and a Dharma Seed emerges. Thus, the process demands little challenge.

Contrastingly, saber and sword intents differ vastly. For the Dharma Seed, Dharma power supplies the raw Dharma essence—a ready source—simplifying matters. But saber and sword intents demand deep fusion with saber and sword arts. One must achieve profound insight into those arts to gradually birth them. Moreover, they must match the Dharma power's nature for the Dharma idol to empower them, adding layers of difficulty.

To claim saber or sword intent, practitioners pour endless hours into saber and sword arts, seeking that enlightenment. This leaves scant time for other pursuits. "One sword breaks myriad techniques" sounds grand, yet it underscores sword cultivators' frustrations. Devoting themselves wholly to the sword bars broader cultivation. Without alternatives to shatter foes' methods, they rely solely on their blade. Hence, shattering all with one sword isn't mere praise—it's a badge of their desperate resolve. Sword cultivators have no choice but to cleave through everything with a single stroke!

Renowned for his Spoken Truth Palm, Zhao Hai stunned onlookers by wielding blade intent in his saber work. Gasps rippled through the crowd— what a prodigy! To pull this off bordered on the unbelievable. Blade intent eludes even lifelong saber experts. Yet Zhao Hai, a palm specialist, grasped it anyway. The shock rippled wide.

Without tapping his full might, Zhao Hai overpowered Qian Wushuang from the Corpse Demon Sect. Though Qian Wushuang lacked fame, his strikes revealed his own blade intent mastery. Still, it paled in purity against Zhao Hai's, succumbing to total suppression.

Where was the fairness? A dedicated saber expert, versed in blade intent, crushed in his own domain by a hand seal virtuoso? It defied logic. Proof of Qian Wushuang's blade intent shone in the saber glow amid Zhao Hai's Blood River and the drifting corpses within—echoes of Qian Wushuang's essence. Any lesser foe would crumble under such intent. But Zhao Hai quashed it effortlessly, signaling his even more horrifying power. Who dared step up against such a monster?