Chapter 5: The Sword-Drawing Art
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Cloud Sea Sect was ten thousand miles away from Yangzhou City. Even though the Thousand Mile Snow could travel a thousand miles a day, Lin Feng still took ten days to arrive.
However, Lin Feng did not waste these ten days either. Riding across the vast territories, Lin Feng in his previous life had never experienced such a passionate feeling. Unconsciously, his state of mind achieved a breakthrough, and in martial arts, he smoothly stepped into the Seventh Layer of Qi Martial Realm. It came naturally. Additionally, his martial technique, Ninefold Wave, had also been cultivated to the final layer: one wave, nine folds!
Now, Lin Feng possessed nearly eight thousand five hundred jin of powerful strength, extremely formidable.
Cloud Sea Sect was located on the main peak of the Cloud Sea Mountain Range, Cloud Sea Peak. Cloud Sea Peak was not the highest peak in the mountain range, but it covered a vast area. Looking down from the sky, Cloud Sea Peak resembled a city within the mountains, surrounded by eight towering sky-piercing peaks. The feng shui was excellent. In the Nine Heavens Continent, feng shui represented fortune.
"Stop. Dismount and proceed on foot." At the foot of the mountain, two disciple guards stopped Lin Feng, shouting coldly.
Lin Feng raised an eyebrow and pointed at the figure riding a horse into the mountain ahead, saying, "I didn't see you stop him."
"Hmph," one of them sneered. "How can you compare yourself to an inner sect disciple? A waste who was almost beaten to death."
So it was still a matter of status and strength. Lin Feng smiled. The disciple guards of Cloud Sea Sect were merely a formality, just like him, they were all outer sect disciples. If a guest arrived, they would go notify the sect. They had no authority to stop anyone; they were just errand boys. Even less could they stop sect disciples riding horses.
"The weak are always bullied." Lin Feng sneered. Instead of dismounting, he flicked the reins, and Thousand Mile Snow charged forward.
"Waste, how dare you!" Both of them shouted simultaneously, trying to stop him. But Lin Feng struck out with both fists, sending a surging force crashing toward them, directly blasting them away.
"If there's a next time, I'll cripple your cultivation." Lin Feng rode past with a whistle. Only by showing strength could one have a voice. The two disciple guards got up, staring in shock at Lin Feng's retreating figure, then revealed bitter smiles. Even a waste was stronger than them; no wonder they were just disciple guards.
In Cloud Sea Sect, most fifteen or sixteen-year-old youths were at the Sixth or Seventh Layer of Qi Martial Realm, which was considered average talent. The Eighth Layer of Qi Martial Realm was considered excellent, while the Ninth Layer of Qi Martial Realm could be called a genius, receiving focused attention from the sect. As for martial artists who could step into the Spirit Martial Realm at fifteen or sixteen, they could be considered top-tier geniuses throughout the entire Snow Moon Kingdom.
Contrary to those geniuses, if a fifteen-year-old was still stuck at the Fifth Layer of Qi Martial Realm, it could only be described as low talent, considered the worst in Cloud Sea Sect. That was why Lin Feng had earned the title of waste, ridiculed by others.
News of Lin Feng's return quickly spread among the outer sect disciples of Cloud Sea Sect. This 'waste' was somewhat famous in Cloud Sea Sect. Walking through the sect, Lin Feng saw various expressions on the faces of those around him but turned a deaf ear, heading straight toward the Star Pavilion of Cloud Sea Sect.
The Star Pavilion was where Cloud Sea Sect stored cultivation techniques and martial techniques. Every day, many sect disciples went to the Star Pavilion, and today was no exception.
"Lin Feng." A voice came. Lin Feng stopped and turned his gaze, then saw a youth with a cold expression.
"You're really lucky to have survived." The youth was Lin Heng, Lin Haoran's eldest son, who had tried to kill Lin Feng last time.
Lin Feng glanced at Lin Heng, sneering inwardly. He was only at the Eighth Layer of Qi Martial Realm. Now, with his Seventh Layer of Qi Martial Realm cultivation and the Ninefold Wave, Lin Feng was in no way inferior to him. As long as he cultivated one or two more martial techniques, he was confident he could defeat Lin Heng.
Therefore, Lin Feng ignored Lin Heng and directly entered the Star Pavilion, planning to improve his strength first before seeking revenge.
"Next time, I'll make sure you die beyond death." Seeing Lin Feng disregard him, a cold killing intent flashed in Lin Heng's eyes.
At the entrance of the Star Pavilion sat an old man, casually lounging with a lazy gaze.
"Senior," Lin Feng bowed slightly to the old man. Although the other party was just an old pavilion guard, very inconspicuous, the Star Pavilion was an extremely important place, guarded only by him alone. This showed that he was far from as simple as he appeared. It was like the sweeper monk in the Shaolin Temple's Scripture Library from a certain TV series in his previous life—unfathomable. Having lived two lives, how could Lin Feng not understand this?
The old man's lazy gaze slightly condensed, looking at Lin Feng with surprise, then nodded at him. "Seventh Layer Qi Martial Realm, you can only choose cultivation techniques and martial techniques from the first floor of the Star Pavilion, at most two sets."
"Understood." Lin Feng responded. The Star Pavilion had three floors. Disciples with Qi Martial Realm cultivation and no inner sect token could only choose techniques and martial arts from the first floor.
The techniques and martial arts on the first floor of the Star Pavilion were all Yellow Grade, but there were a great many of them. Here, one could find the most suitable techniques and martial arts for oneself to cultivate. This was the sect's foundation, far beyond what his Lin Clan could compare to.
Lin Feng didn't need a cultivation technique for now, so he mainly searched the bookshelves where martial techniques were placed.
"Seven Kill Fist: one fist, seven kills. Suitable for cultivators with system martial souls."
"Hurricane Slash: uses the power of wind to form wind blade attacks. Suitable for cultivators with wind martial souls."
"Wild Bull Art: Yellow Grade upper-rank technique. Suitable for cultivators with beast-type martial souls."
Lin Feng flipped through the martial techniques in his hand, then put them down. His martial soul was a Darkness Martial Soul, which could enhance all aspects of a martial artist's abilities, including comprehension. Therefore, there were no restrictions for him; he could cultivate any martial technique. This was the abnormal nature of the Darkness Martial Soul. So, he hoped to find powerful martial techniques.
"Breeze Sword Art: sword like a gentle breeze, light and elegant, penetrating everywhere. Suitable for cultivators with sword martial souls."
Lin Feng's gaze paused slightly. He yearned for the free-spirited life of wielding a sword and walking the martial world, so he had an indescribable feeling toward the sword. However, this Breeze Sword Art didn't seem to be what he wanted.
"Sword-Drawing Art: draw the sword like thunder, one strike, certain kill. Suitable for cultivators with sword-type martial souls."
"Sword-Drawing Art." Lin Feng stopped. This Sword-Drawing Art seemed different from other sword techniques. Swordsmen least wanted the moment of drawing the sword because it wasted time and affected the strike. However, the Sword-Drawing Art emphasized drawing the sword for a certain kill, the sword must draw blood when it comes out. At the moment of the strike, its power was strongest. If the strike missed, it meant failure.
Moreover, the Sword-Drawing Art was not divided into several layers like other martial techniques. It had only one layer, one action: draw the sword, kill. Those who mastered it to the extreme could draw the sword and drink blood.
"I'll take this one." Lin Feng put away the Sword-Drawing Art, then prepared to choose a lightness movement technique. After all, he couldn't guarantee a one-strike kill every time. If he failed, having a good movement technique would allow him to escape instantly, creating buffer time. Moreover, walking on water and scaling walls was every Earthling's dream!
Next, Lin Feng chose a movement technique called Floating Light Passing Shadow. When cultivated to its highest level, one's body could be like floating light, with only a shadow visible, not the person.
Satisfied with his gains, Lin Feng took the two martial techniques to the old pavilion guard to register.
"Sword-Drawing Art." The old man murmured softly. "Young man, this Sword-Drawing Art technique is being chosen for the first time. You need to know, if the opponent has already drawn their sword while you are still drawing yours, it will be difficult for your speed to surpass theirs. And if your speed isn't fast enough, the outcome is already decided. It can be said that this technique is very powerful when cultivated to a high level, but the requirements are too high. You need to achieve extreme speed, faster than any opponent, to achieve a one-strike kill."
"I understand." Lin Feng knew the other party was kindly reminding him. If his sword-drawing wasn't fast enough, the Sword-Drawing Art would not only fail to achieve a blood-drinking strike but would instead backfire, putting him in a dangerous situation.
"Good, as long as you're clear. It's best not to use it recklessly without confidence. This Floating Light Passing Shadow is a decent movement technique." The old man didn't say more and helped Lin Feng register. After all, techniques and martial arts chosen from the Star Pavilion had to be returned within a month, so as not to affect other sect disciples who wanted to cultivate them.
"Thank you for your guidance, Senior." Lin Feng took the martial techniques, then respectfully thanked the old man.
"Mm." The old man nodded with a smile. "This soft sword can be used as a belt usually. It's useless to me here. Take it and play with it."
"Don't thank me. This old man can't stand it. Go cultivate." Seeing Lin Feng about to thank him again, the old man waved his hand with a smile.
Lin Feng scratched his head, keeping his gratitude in his heart. The Sword-Drawing Art, paired with a soft sword that could be worn at the waist, would definitely greatly increase the chance of a surprise one-strike kill.
He smiled and nodded at the old man, then left.
"It's been a long time since I've seen such an interesting young man." The old man murmured softly, then returned to his lazy demeanor. Nowadays, young people only focused on cultivation to improve their strength, becoming more and more impatient, having long forgotten basic etiquette.
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