Chapter 133: Battle Intent

The Blue Sky Pendant was indeed useful. Worn against the body, it felt cool and soothing, bringing a sense of mental tranquility.

Not to mention its assistance in meditation and cultivation, just the effect of “calming the mind and steadying the spirit” alone was enough to qualify it as a treasure.

The shopkeeper claimed that wearing the Blue Sky Pendant could improve Spiritual Power cultivation efficiency by 10%, though it was unclear whether that was an exaggeration.

Crushing a Green Glow Stone, Jiang Yan drew in the faint mist that emerged, which drifted into his nostrils.

It carried a hint of minty fragrance, mingling with the cleansing sensation of fine dewdrops—a pleasant aroma.

Jiang Yan immersed himself in meditation.

Both the Divine Martial Space and the Spirit Platform within his body received nourishment. Though they existed separately in form, their effectiveness remained undiminished and did not hinder cultivation.

Currently, his Spirit Platform was not large, and his Spiritual Power was not yet strong enough, so the plan to move the Spirit Platform into the Divine Martial Space had to be temporarily set aside.

The mist emitted by the Green Glow Stone filled half the room but was soon absorbed by Jiang Yan into his body, transforming into nourishment to nurture his Spirit Platform.

After absorbing one stone, an hour had already passed. It was unclear whether this efficiency was fast or slow.

Immediately after, Jiang Yan crushed two more Green Glow Stones. This time, the entire room was filled with this elegant aura.

Those suffering from insomnia would find peaceful sleep here, and the restless would find calm.

It was truly remarkable.

This time, Jiang Yan’s absorption efficiency was much faster than with the previous Green Glow Stone. The two stones took only about an hour and a half.

The fourth stone…

The fifth…

The tenth.

Dawn approached.

Jiang Yan opened his eyes. A sliver of morning light seeped through the gap in the curtains, casting distinct shadows across the contours of his face. He squinted slightly.

With a thought, the curtains were pulled apart on both sides, followed by the windows being pushed open by an invisible force.

Sunlight flooded the room completely.

“It seems last night’s cultivation did yield results.”

Jiang Yan nodded in satisfaction. Just now, he had not used Qi but had relied solely on his thoughts to open the curtains and windows. All of this was thanks to last night’s Spiritual Power cultivation.

Moving objects from a distance, killing without a trace. However, with Jiang Yan’s current abilities, the latter was still beyond his reach.

Within his body, the Spirit Platform had grown to the size of a round table for ten people. Last night’s cultivation had expanded it severalfold, and a breakthrough to True Intent seemed imminent.

Jiang Yan checked and found that the Martial Way divisions on Tianyuan Star were quite flexible.

As long as a Martial Artist broke through to the Abyss Realm, they could be considered to have reached Perfection in the Spirit Platform Realm. Afterward, by comprehending Martial Intent, they could directly advance to the True Intent Realm.

The Spirit Platform Realm was categorized by capacity into six stages: Cup, Pond, Spring, Abyss, Cave Heaven, and Tide.

As long as one broke through to the Abyss Realm, they could begin preparing to advance to True Intent. This illustrated just how difficult Spiritual Power cultivation was.

This was also where the flexibility of the Tianyuan Martial Way lay.

Martial Artists with two Apertures only needed to refine one or two Apertures to prepare for advancing to the Spirit Platform Realm. Those with weaker Talent in Spiritual Power only needed to reach the Abyss Realm to prepare for advancing to True Intent.

Conversely, Martial Artists with greater Talent would spend more time and effort breaking through Realms.

However, having exceptionally strong Spiritual Power Talent in the Spirit Platform Realm was not a bad thing. As long as one reached the Abyss Realm, once they comprehended Martial Intent, they could directly break through to True Intent without needing to reach the subsequent Tide Realm.

After breaking through in Spiritual Power, one could still continue cultivating. Even beyond the Tide Realm, there were further divisions—cultivation knew no bounds.

Moreover, the stronger one’s Talent, the more time they spent in these two Realms, the higher their future potential would be, making them nearly unmatched among peers of the same Realm.

Effort and reward remained proportional!

Jiang Yan looked inward at his Spirit Platform. The two “half” Spirit Platforms combined were about the size of a ten-person round table. According to the divisions of the Spirit Platform Realm, this placed him above the Cup Realm but below the Pool Realm.

Jiang Yan had been cultivating his Spirit Platform for less than two days, yet he had already accomplished the two feats of “finding the Spirit Platform” and “breaking through to the Cup Realm”!

Now, he was still some distance away from the “Pool Realm,” but not by much. His progress was visibly, astonishingly rapid.

He had originally intended to enter the Battle Space to run some Instances, but then he heard knocking at the door.

“Bro Jiang, are you awake?”

Outside the door, Cheng Wu asked in a pinched voice.

Jiang Yan asked, “What is it?”

Cheng Wu: “Bro Jiang, there’s some jerk blocking the school gate, saying he wants to challenge you. There are also a bunch of reporters gathered around. What do you think? Should we go beat the crap out of him!”

Clearly, Cheng Wu had blind confidence in Jiang Yan and wasn’t the least bit worried about whether he could defeat his opponent.

Under normal circumstances, Jiang Yan would have ignored it. But ever since acquiring the Heavenly Slaughter War Ruins Physique, he hadn’t had a chance to test it out even once. This was a perfect opportunity to try out what this so-called “Battle Intent” actually was.

It couldn’t be helped. The opponents in the Battle Space lacked consciousness, so naturally, they couldn’t generate Battle Intent. As for Cheng Wu and Sun He, those two cowards trembled at the mere mention of sparring with him. Jiang Yan could only find someone outside to fight.

Coincidentally, Jiang Yan’s hands were feeling a bit itchy. It was probably because he hadn’t cut anyone down in a while—a habit that wasn’t good.

He needed to change that.

“Let’s go!”

Cheng Wu excitedly followed him out, clearly hoping Jiang Yan would fight someone else so he could vicariously experience the thrill.

I, Cheng Wu, still possess an invincible bearing!

Outside the school gate, the Young Hall Master of Tianyao Martial Hall was constantly boasting about his own strength while simultaneously belittling Jiang Yan’s abilities. His words were filled with nothing but self-admiration.

He had already largely forgotten the task his father had given him. Facing the reporters, he would occasionally mention that he had opened ten Apertures.

After a wave of gasps and exclamations, the Junior Hall Master’s vanity was satisfied, and his confidence in defeating Jiang Yan grew even stronger.

“It seems even the Demon Lord wasn’t all that. If I had been born in that era, I might have ended the legend of the Demon Lord myself!”

In front of the television, the old father spat in frustration, furious. “You brat! At least promote the martial hall!”

“The martial hall is about to go bankrupt, and you’re still bragging about your lousy ten-Aperture Talent!”

The weary father glanced at his son on the TV and said weakly to his wife beside him:

“Mother of my child, let’s prepare for a second one.”

“Father of my child, are you still up for it…”

“A man can’t say he’s not up for it!”

The old Hall Master took out a box of medicine, causing his wife to exclaim repeatedly.

“It seems Father is determined to have a second child…”

…

At Silver Radiance Academy, due to the incident with the Demon Lord, most of the teachers were directly implicated and dismissed. Now, the school felt empty and deserted, and no one came to drive away the reporters gathered outside.

As for key positions like the principal and other leaders, they would undoubtedly be replaced—no room for negotiation.

What a miserable state of affairs.

As Jiang Yan and Cheng Wu reached the entrance, they saw a swarm of reporters rushing over.

The security guards couldn’t be bothered to stop them. Rumor had it the finance department was paralyzed. If no one’s paying my salary, why should I bust my ass?

“Student Jiang Yan, what are your thoughts after slaying the Demon Lord?”

“Uh… that, I’m not Jiang Yan. That guy over there is.”

Cheng Wu pointed at Jiang Yan, a faint, almost imperceptible smile playing on his lips.

This kid seemed to be secretly enjoying himself.

“Jiang Yan, is it? I am Ling Tian, the Young Hall Master of Tianyao Martial Hall! So you’re the one who defeated the Demon Lord, right?”

Unaware that his status as the hall master’s successor was soon to be taken by his yet-unborn younger siblings, Ling Tian looked at Jiang Yan with pride, his eyes brimming with Battle Intent.

Jiang Yan’s gaze brightened, and his eyes shone brilliantly as he looked at Ling Tian, as if beholding a Treasure Trove.

He thought to himself in secret.

“Battle Intent!”