Mystic Eyes: My Eyes Steal the Laws of Cultivation Chapter 510: Path of the Saber

The sky above the Sky Caravan slowly took on golden hues as Kyrian left Sun Luguo’s shop.

The afternoon sun leaned toward the horizon, painting the clouds with strokes of gold and crimson.

Rays of light filtered between the buildings, casting long shadows across the stone streets. The temperature, which had been scorching throughout the day, was beginning to cool, bringing a gentle breeze carrying the scent of food, spices, and the faint fragrance of the spiritual flowers decorating the balconies.

The streets remained bustling with activity. The Sky Caravan never truly slept, but this time of day carried a different energy, the transition between the day’s work and the night’s leisure.

Merchants loudly advertised rare goods, trying to attract the last customers before closing their stalls. Some offered special discounts, while others displayed their most valuable products to catch the attention of passersby.

Spiritual fruits gleamed on wooden stalls, silk fabrics fluttered in the wind, and small luminous artifacts created colorful points of light amid the bustling crowds.

Cultivators hurried toward the arenas, where the nighttime competitions were about to begin. The sounds of swords being tested, Qi being circulated, and formations being activated blended together into a symphony of martial activity.

Artisans finished another day’s work, putting away their tools and cleaning their workspaces. Some chatted enthusiastically about their projects, while others walked home in silence, the exhaustion of the day written across their faces.

For the first time since arriving in the wandering city, however, Kyrian paid almost no attention to what was happening around him.

His mind was occupied.

The blacksmithing lesson still lingered vividly in his memory. Every moment of that experience was engraved in his mind with crystal clarity: the heat of the forge, the weight of the hammer, the glow of the heated metal, and Sun Luguo’s words echoing in his ears.

The sound of the hammer striking the anvil seemed to continue resonating in his mind.

It was more than just a noise. It was a rhythm. A language. A conversation between blacksmith and metal.

Until just a few hours ago, he had believed that forging consisted merely of shaping metal, heating it, hammering it, and repeating the process. Now he understood that it was far more than that.

Just as an alchemist refined herbs, extracting their essences and combining them into new forms, and a cultivator refined their own body by eliminating impurities and strengthening their meridians, a blacksmith refined materials. Every hammer strike was a purification. Every heating was a transformation.

Everything had a process. Everything had fundamentals. Everything possessed an essence that had to be understood before it could be worked.

A faint smile appeared on his face.

’I still have so much to learn...’

The thought did not bother him. On the contrary, it excited him.

The more knowledge he discovered existed in this world, the greater his desire became to master it. Alchemy, formations, blacksmithing, each art was an entire universe of possibilities, an endless mountain of knowledge waiting to be climbed.

As he walked through the broad stone streets, his thoughts naturally shifted toward the remaining goals for the day.

The first was to master the saber manual Sun Luguo had given him.

Until now, his primary weapons had been the spear and the sword.

Because he had awakened the Sword Eyes after absorbing the remnant sword intent left behind by the ancient founder of the Verdant Sword Sect, he had focused more on the sword than on any other weapon.

He had spent months training with it, learning its techniques and understanding its subtleties. The sword was an extension of his body, a familiar and reliable tool.

Now he possessed a Peak Spiritual Saber. Its curved blade, balanced weight, and exceptional electrical conductivity had all been designed to maximize his potential with the Path of Lightning.

It would be a waste to leave it stored inside his spatial ring, gathering dust while he continued using techniques he already knew.

His second objective was even more important.

His third dantian.

After the recent events, the consolidation during his battle against Wu Fan and its constant use throughout the competitions, his cultivation had finally stabilized.

The Mirrored Third Eye was no longer an unstable technique but an integrated part of his cultivation system.

Its foundation was solid. His meridians were aligned. All three dantians worked together in harmony.

It was time to advance once again.

The spiritual resources accumulated inside his spatial ring were enough to propel the development of several small kingdoms.

Naturally, Kyrian had no intention of wasting that advantage. He had learned that cultivation was a journey, not a race.

But he also knew that time was a precious resource and that every moment of preparation was an investment in his future.

About half an hour later, Kyrian arrived at the small courtyard he had rented.

The location was modest, tucked away from the main streets, but that was exactly what he wanted. Silence, privacy, and enough space to train without being observed.

He pushed open the wooden gate. The hinges creaked softly, a familiar sound that had already become part of his daily routine.

He stepped inside. Then he closed it behind him, the latch clicking into place with a satisfying sound.

The surroundings were quiet. The city’s constant bustle, so overwhelming on the streets, faded considerably here, becoming nothing more than a distant murmur.

The small house occupied only part of the property, a simple structure of wood and stone. At its center lay an open area paved with smooth stone, perfect for training. Kyrian had already spent countless hours there practicing alchemy, refining his movements, and consolidating his cultivation.

A tree with reddish leaves swayed gently in the breeze at one corner of the courtyard. Its leaves, each displaying a different shade of red and orange, created a breathtaking display of colors that shifted with the changing light. Beside it, a small stone fountain gently burbled, its soothing sound adding to the peaceful atmosphere.

Kyrian walked over to a large rock near the base of the tree. The stone was smooth and flat, perfect for sitting in the lotus position. He had already spent countless hours there meditating and making plans.

He sat down in the lotus position. The surface of the stone was cool, but the energy within his body quickly warmed it.