High Martial: I Grind Professions

Chapter 241: Chapter 159: Scholar Lv. 13, Descending the Mountain, Blade Soul (Part 2)

[Cultivation Techniques: Nine Heavens Divine Body - Ninth Layer (100%), Shocking God Stab - Fourth Layer (100%)]

Li Wen’s gaze fell on the ”Class” column.

After more than two months, his Scholar class was finally about to level up.

’The Scholar class levels up today.’ A fiery glint of anticipation flashed in Li Wen’s eyes as he glanced at the Scholar’s experience bar, which was only 320 points short.

A level 13 Scholar would increase his comprehension by another 10%, bringing the total boost to 130%.

This boost might just be the final straw needed to break the bottleneck in his blade techniques.

Li Wen had a strong premonition that today might be the day he broke through the bottleneck at the Peak of Blade Intent and stepped into the Blade Soul Realm he had long dreamed of.

Filled with this crystal-clear sense of anticipation, Li Wen swiftly washed up, finished his breakfast, and walked straight into the study next to his meditation chamber, a room dedicated to reading and contemplation.

He casually took an ancient text from the bookshelf, one that elaborated on the ancient martial state of ”heart and blade as one.” Calming his mind and steadying his breath, he once again immersed himself in an ocean of knowledge, laying the final groundwork for that last crucial step.

Time trickled by, drop by drop.

Outside the window, the light and shadows shifted silently, the morning glow giving way to the brilliant midday sun.

For six whole hours, the only sounds in the study were the soft rustle of turning pages and Li Wen’s calm, steady breathing.

[You have studied diligently for six hours. Scholar experience +360]

[Class: Scholar LV 12 (204,480→204,840/204,800)]

[Class leveling up...]

The moment the system notification flashed—

BOOM!!!

A torrent of Spiritual Power—far more majestic, pure, and vast than he had ever anticipated—erupted without warning from the deepest depths of his sea of consciousness.

It was as if a galaxy, having gathered its power for eons, had suddenly burst its dams, flooding into Li Wen’s already resilient sea of consciousness with a surging, torrential force capable of washing away everything in its path.

[Class: Scholar LV 13 (40/409,600)]

The moment the class level indicator finished changing, the impact of this Spiritual Power reached its zenith.

”Ngh!” Even with the resilient will he possessed at the Mid-stage Flying Star realm and the peak of the Third Layer of Primordial Spirit—further tempered by the countless refinements of the Shocking God Stab on his Primordial Spirit—Li Wen couldn’t help but let out a muffled grunt.

The sensation wasn’t pain. It was like a small pond being instantly inundated by the raging waters of a great river.

The boundaries of his sea of consciousness began to emit a faint but clear ”CRACKLE,” expanding rapidly in all directions at an indescribably terrifying speed, like the earth splitting to reveal new ground.

At the center of his sea of consciousness sat the three-foot-tall homunculus of his Primordial Spirit. Its body, once as condensed as violet jadeite glass, was now like a parched Spirit Plant receiving a long-awaited rain.

The liquid Spiritual Power, pure to the extreme, no longer seeped in thread by thread. Instead, it transformed into rushing, faintly glowing Star Rivers of liquid energy.

They frantically scoured, cleansed, and nourished every inch of the Primordial Spirit’s ”skin,” every single ”meridian.”

Visibly, the form of the Primordial Spirit homunculus began to change at a rapid pace.

It shot up!

Its three-foot height skyrocketed as if being inflated, surpassing four feet, then four and a half feet in the blink of an eye, finally stabilizing at a formidable height of nearly five feet.

Its form was no longer wispy; it became solid and substantial.

Its original semi-translucent, white-jade-like luster, under the frenzied infusion and scouring of Spiritual Power, became solid and dense at an astonishing rate, like divine iron forged a billion times.

The white jade hue transformed into a deep, glazed violet-gold. Its surface was smooth and warm, yet it emanated a peerless divine light that was indestructible and impervious to all evil.

The texture of its skin grew clearer, resembling true flesh and blood, exuding a majestic, innate vitality.

The entire Primordial Spirit was enveloped in a rich, violet-gold radiance. This was no simple halo.

It was a tangible might, embodying pure Spiritual Power and highly condensed Primordial Spirit energy, illuminating the sea of consciousness like a newborn deity.

At the source of the sea of consciousness, between the homunculus’s eyebrows, a crystal core the size of a grain of rice rotated slowly. It was so brilliant one could not look at it directly, and with each rotation, it emitted a soul-cleansing ripple.

The most significant change was in the eyes of the Primordial Spirit homunculus.

Once merely calm and intelligent, the eyes, formed of pure Spiritual Power, now snapped open.

As they opened and closed, they shot out a sharp, divine glint that made the heart palpitate. It was like a world-creating divine sword cleaving through chaos, containing endless mysteries and seemingly capable of perceiving the very origin of time and space.

Wherever its gaze landed, the churning torrents of Spiritual Power in the sea of consciousness stilled.

The entire leveling process had stirred up a storm of pure energy within his sea of consciousness.

It was no longer a gentle nourishment but a violent scouring and reforging.

This was the perfect fusion with and sublimation of the vast amount of Spiritual Power granted by the level 13 Scholar class.

The pain and shock were several times greater than what he experienced during the breakthrough to level 12.

It was as if his entire soul had been kneaded, broken apart, and then instantly reassembled and solidified in a higher dimension.

Under the impact of this irresistible torrent, which felt powerful enough to make his soul burst, Li Wen’s face paled slightly, and fine beads of sweat broke out on his forehead.

But there was no panic in his eyes, only clarity and resolve.

He immediately took the initiative to guide and tame the cataclysmic flood, steering it as if commanding lightning, and forcing it to integrate and strengthen the core of his Primordial Spirit along the most efficient pathways.

The storm raged for a long time.

When the surging torrents of Spiritual Power in his sea of consciousness finally began to subside, the expansion of the sea of consciousness stabilized, and the metamorphosis of the Primordial Spirit homunculus was complete.

The new Primordial Spirit homunculus, now five feet tall, stood firm in the center of the vast, deep sea of consciousness. A profound, restrained violet-gold divine radiance flowed over its entire body, and it emanated an incomparably condensed, substantial, and majestic aura.

Deep within those eyes that could see through to the source of all things, it was as if a boundless cosmos, woven from the Law of Blade Intent, was slowly rotating.