According to Qingguang Yueying Sword, at the beginning of raising a sword, the sword spirit is just like a newborn baby. It is still very fragile in all aspects, so it needs to be developed slowly and carefully nurtured.
Lu Jing did this in the beginning, but after discovering that the consumption speed of the secret power was not satisfactory, he had no choice but to risk increasing the absorption speed of the sword shadow.
He first increased the secret power absorption speed by about 30%, but the sword shadow didn't seem to have changed much. Lu Jing couldn't help but feel reassured, so he increased the speed by another 30%.
But this time, his act of secretly adding ingredients to the bowl was no longer able to get away with it. Jian Ying was obviously aware of the changes in the surrounding secret power, and the sword trembled slightly, as if to remind Lu Jing that he had eaten too fast.
However, Lu Jing acted as if he hadn't seen it. Instead of slowing down the rate of absorbing the secret power, he actually increased it by 30%.
This time, Jian Ying's absorption of secret power was more than twice as fast as before.
The trembling of the sword shadow became more and more intense, and a slight crack appeared on the sword, which was naturally not a good sign.
But Lu Jing still didn't stop. Instead, he was cruel and added another 30% on this basis.
Of course he knew that what he was doing now was disdainful, and he was simply driving the sword spirit towards death.
But there was no way. If he couldn't clear out the secret power in his upper dantian before the next refresh, even if the sword spirit was still there, it would be meaningless if the others were gone.
At the moment, if you don't add it, you will die, but if you add it, you can at least have another fight. Lu Jing certainly knows what choice to make, and as he speeds up for the third time, the speed of Jian Ying's absorption of secret power has also surged to three times the original!
The secret power that poured into the sword shadow like a trickle before has now gained momentum.
It was as if the sea surface was stirred up by heavy waves when the tide rose.
Then those stormy waves rushed in from all directions, gathering together and pouring into the sword shadow.
But in an instant, several more cracks appeared on the sword, which looked shocking.
And those cracks were still extending, and when Lu Jing saw this, he also had the idea that something bad was going to happen.
He was about to cut off the connection between the secret power and the sword shadow, but the next moment he saw that the crack that appeared first started to heal again, and then the second and third cracks healed...
Finally, a strange scene appeared on the sword shadow.
New cracks are constantly appearing on one side, and old cracks are constantly being repaired on the other side. A wonderful balance is maintained between the two sides, and the sword shadow is always on the verge of being broken, but it has never really been broken. Shattered.
Lu Jing's thoughts were like lightning, and he quickly guessed the reason, and couldn't help but admire in his heart.
Sure enough, work is never saturated. If you don’t push hard, how can you know how much potential your employees have?
This newly born sword spirit obviously knew that it was at a critical moment of life and death. It could not absorb so much internal power in such a short period of time, so it actually found another way to escape the disaster by self-mutilation.
Through constant fragmentation and repair, he managed to consume the part of the secret power that he could not digest.
Lu Jing didn't know if the Sword Spirit's desperate patchwork would have any impact on the flying sword. This kind of thing was too far away for him. For now, he just regarded this flying sword as a weapon. Use a battery.
As long as this flying sword can continue to absorb secret power for him, that is enough.
After increasing the absorption speed to three times the original, Lu Jing was able to consume all his secret power before the next refresh. In addition, the sword spirit seemed to be at the end of its power, so he did not continue to add more energy. .
Finally, before midnight, he successfully cleaned up the secret power in Niwan Palace within himself.
Until the last trace of the secret power disappeared, the sword shadow became quiet again. All the cracks on the sword were repaired, and it looked more solid.
Lu Jing let out a long sigh of relief and leaned back. According to his past experience, the first day is often the most dangerous. Being able to survive the first day means that he has overcome the current difficulties. .
However, Lu Jing did not relax for too long. After half a stick of incense, he got up from the bed again.
The secret power this time came out of nowhere, and there were too many questions in his heart that could not be answered. Although he had gotten some answers from Xuanji in the library before, the latter had never practiced the secret power personally.
Facing Lu Jing's question, he could only find answers from past classics.
It would be fine if it was some common knowledge about cultivation, but if the question was more biased or relatively flexible, Xuanji wouldn't be able to answer it.
So the person Lu Jing went to this time was Xia Huai, who was recognized as having the best talent for secret power among the current generation of disciples in the academy, and her understanding of secret power was far superior to the others.
Lu Jing had also considered whether to go directly to the Huang Supervisor or Professor Zheng, but these two were old foxes. Even if Lu Jing didn't say it clearly, they would probably be able to guess who he was from the questions he asked. Things that happened.
Although updating the bug gave Lu Jing a huge headache, it was also his biggest secret and helped him save the day several times. Before leaving, Zhang Sanfeng also told him to keep this secret.
So Lu Jing hesitated for a long time and gave up asking the academy or Si Tianjian for help directly. He came to Xia Huai's small courtyard alone and knocked on her door.
"Who?" Xia Huai's voice came from behind the door.
"It's me, are you asleep?" Lu Jing said.
"Not yet." As Xia Huai finished speaking, the courtyard door was quickly pushed open from the inside.
Xia Huai was wearing a rather loose Taoist robe and stood barefoot on the bluestone steps. It looked like he had just finished practicing.
In fact, with the start of classes in the academy, the lives of all the students have become busy. They have to listen to lectures during the day and review what they have learned at night. Not only do they have to practice their secret powers, but their own martial arts must not fall behind. It was so stuffed that I wished I could split myself in two.
The time to go to bed at night has been postponed again and again. Fortunately, they are all martial arts practitioners, and they are young and strong. As long as they can sleep for two hours a day, they will basically be refreshed the next day.
Lu Jing divided the ham he carried back from Wujiang City into seven parts and brought one portion to Xia Huai. After the latter accepted it, he scratched his head and said, "Sorry to bother you so late, I have some spiritual problems." I want to ask for advice.”
"Huh?" Xia Huai didn't hear clearly.
"It's related to the secret power." Lu Jing admitted.
This time Xia Huai heard it clearly, but he couldn't help but wonder if he didn't hear it clearly.
