# Chapter 1769: Thoughts of Revenge
Both of Yun Qingyan's parents were sword cultivators, a perfect match, and were once a rare couple of talents in War King Academy. As their cultivation grew stronger, they had no desire to establish their own sect outside. Instead, they cultivated in seclusion within War King Academy, serving as elders. Later, they had a daughter, Yun Qingyan.
The two sword cultivators naturally possessed countless sword scriptures in their Sword Collection Pavilion, a dazzling array. As Lin Feng stepped into the Sword Collection Pavilion, he saw bookshelves neatly arranged. Whether paper scrolls or jade slip scriptures, each had its name inscribed on the shelf, categorized by type. At the same time, many ancient swords hung on the walls. Though all were sheathed, Lin Feng could sense their extraordinary nature.
"Lin Feng, this is the sword canon my wife and I possess. Feel free to browse as you wish. All of you, make yourselves at home as well. Though you are not sword cultivators, there are common points in the path of martial arts." Yun Qingyan's father said to everyone with a smile, broad-minded and very generous.
"Thank you, Senior." Lin Feng felt grateful. Meeting for the first time, the other party invited him into the Sword Collection Pavilion. Such magnanimity was not something ordinary people could possess.
"No need to be polite. This daughter of mine has no interest in swords. It's rare that she brings friends who appreciate swords. What harm is there in letting you take a look? These sword scriptures stored here are being wasted. Why not make some contribution to the younger generation?" Yun Qingyan's father said with an unconcerned laugh.
"You all look around here. My wife and I would only be disturbing you." Yun Qingyan's father then said to Yun Qingyan, "Come out with me."
Yun Qingyan showed a slightly nervous expression, then made a face at Lin Feng before following her parents out of the Sword Collection Pavilion.
Lin Feng walked to the bookshelves and looked at the labels. They were all sword dao divine abilities: Water Element Sword Art, Roaring Sea Vast; Metal Element Sword Art, Universe Single Sword; Death Sword Art, Boundless Falling Trees. Various elemental sword arts were displayed in a dazzling array. Lin Feng began to carefully flip through them one by one. These sword arts were all Law Swords. Some required a single law power from beginning to end, while others had multiple forms, requiring several laws to achieve their maximum power. The creator of such sword arts must have a perfect physique, mastering multiple elemental laws, and moreover, be a sword cultivator, just like him, Lin Feng.
"Sword Art, Setting Sun Heavenly Fall." Lin Feng flipped through a Law Sword Art. This sword art actually required the coordination of four law powers to unleash its strongest might. The first form used supreme Earth Law power to strike with a heaven-falling force, pressing the opponent down and seizing the advantage. The second form used Flame Law to drive Solar Sword Light, blinding the opponent's eyes and setting the wilderness ablaze. The third form, Wind-Chasing Sword, used Wind Law power to descend from the sky, leaving the opponent no chance to catch their breath. The fourth form, Falling Sword, was also the Sword of Death.
When the four forms merged, if one could use them perfectly and seamlessly in one breath, each sword would be stronger than the last. The next sword would superimpose the power of the previous one. By the final sword, it would possess not only Death power but also the power of the first three forms, as if achieving the convergence of four laws, possessing supreme might. If the first three forms could be fully unleashed, the fourth sword would almost certainly spell the opponent's death.
The general outline of the sword art stated that one needed the unity of sword form and intent. With form but no intent, the entire set of sword arts would be like a dismantled set, just four swords of ordinary power, with average killing ability. Only by achieving the unity of form and intent could one truly merge the sword's might, truly integrate the laws into the divine ability simultaneously, and possess infinite power.
"A very powerful sword art, but the conditions are harsh. It's fundamentally not something ordinary people can use." Lin Feng murmured to himself. To cultivate this set of sword arts, one first had to comprehend the artistic conception of the sword. This sword intent was no longer the casually referred 'sword intent' of the past. One truly had to comprehend the artistic conception of the sword. At the same time, one needed the unity of form and intent and mastery of four elemental laws. The conditions were extremely harsh. Nevertheless, Lin Feng still silently memorized this set of sword arts.
If the conditions weren't harsh, how could the sword art unleash formidable power?
Lin Feng continued to observe the sword arts in the Sword Collection Pavilion. Some sword arts had common points, and one could even try to merge and utilize different sword arts. Gradually, Lin Feng seemed to immerse himself in the Sword Collection Pavilion, to the point that he didn't even notice Qing Feng and the others silently leaving.
A few days later, Lin Feng was seen lying against the wall of the Sword Collection Pavilion, sinking into a dream state to bitterly comprehend sword dao.
In the virtual Yangzhou City, among the unbroken green peaks of Cloud Sea Sect, Lin Feng waved his hand, continuously dancing with the form of the sword. Sword after sword, endless. The surrounding leaves continuously rustled down, severed by the form.
"Value form over force, value intent over form. When form reaches intent, and then force is unleashed, only then can the strongest power be achieved." Lin Feng murmured to himself, looking at his own movements, slightly lost in thought.
"Form is movement, intent is stillness. Form is substance, intent is emptiness." Lin Feng said softly. Gradually, his movements seemed to slow down, as if both moving and still, both substantial and empty. Finally, with Lin Feng's movements, an artistic conception spread out. The rustling falling branches and leaves were swept up by a gale, falling into suspension, then fiercely torn apart.
"Intent. When form contains intent, only then can the sword art unleash its essence." Lin Feng withdrew his hand. Everything in the void suddenly disappeared, as if nothing had ever happened.
Lin Feng looked at his palm. He hadn't used force, hadn't used laws, yet he could still give birth to artistic conception.
In the Sword Collection Pavilion, Yun Qingyan looked at Lin Feng lying there and slightly pouted. This guy had actually fallen asleep here.
"Lin Feng." Yun Qingyan moved Lin Feng's arm, causing his body to tremble slightly. Then his eyes slowly opened. He was in a subconscious dream state, easily awakened. However, since he was in the Sword Collection Pavilion, he hadn't been too vigilant. Ordinary footsteps wouldn't wake him.
"You really know how to enjoy yourself, falling asleep here." Yun Qingyan pursed her lips, looking at Lin Feng with some exasperation. "The War King Academy celebration is about to start. Shouldn't we go out?"
Lin Feng smiled, then stood up and said, "Let's go."
Yun Qingyan led Lin Feng out of the Immortal Palace. In this immortal land, many immortal palaces stood tall, showing just how terrifying the number of experts in War King Academy was.
Within the Immortal Palace, there were mountains beyond mountains. It was said that inside were small worlds, where the old antique figures of War King Academy lived, all terrifying individuals.
However, that place was not easily entered. Passing through the immortal gate, Lin Feng and Yun Qingyan returned to the central area of War King Academy. Now, there seemed to be even more people walking around in War King Academy. The decade-long celebration was approaching, and martial emperors who had been training outside were all returning. Walking on the road, Lin Feng could easily sense that the number of experts in the academy had increased. Mid-rank emperors could be seen everywhere.
"That's the martial arts arena where the celebration will be held. Many people have already arrived." Yun Qingyan pointed to a martial arts arena in the distance. It seemed to be formed by merging several separate arenas. In each arena stood experts of different realms. In the area for high-rank emperors, the number was relatively smaller, while the numbers of mid-rank emperors and low-rank emperors were quite large. And this was just those who had come early to walk around casually.
Generations of experts had emerged from War King Academy, but also generations of people had entered the academy, continuing the inheritance.
"Lin Feng." In the distance, among the crowd of low-rank emperors, Tantai and Great Pest stood together, calling out to Lin Feng. Lin Feng quickened his pace and flashed over there.
"Lin Feng?" Passing by the martial arts arena of mid-rank emperors, a group of figures stood there, looking at Lin Feng with cold gazes. Lin Feng's brow furrowed slightly, but he didn't stop.
"Shang Jun has been looking for this person. He finally dares to appear." One of them said in a low voice.
"First hide, then appear at the celebration. At least within the academy, Shang Jun can't kill him. Appearing less naturally means less humiliation." Several people said calmly, looking at Lin Feng with slight sympathy in their eyes. It was said that this person had some background in Sky-Gazing Ancient Capital, a forsaken one, but was fortunate enough to be valued by a powerful figure from the Demon Realm.
However, this wasn't Sky-Gazing Ancient Capital. This was Holy City Central Continent. Distant water couldn't quench nearby fire. Shang Jun and Lin Feng were both in War King Academy. Lin Feng had killed Shang Jun's younger brother. How could Shang Jun let him go?
Although Lin Feng heard their words, he wasn't interested. He arrived before Tantai and the others. At this moment, Tantai's body seemed even more robust, like an iron tower, giving off a strong oppressive force.
"You're still growing taller." Lin Feng smiled slightly, causing Tantai to scratch his head honestly. "It's all the medicine scripture's fault. The power accumulating inside me is slowly exploding. I hope I don't grow too frightening by then."
"It's already frightening enough." Yun Qingyan pouted. Standing before Tantai, she was indeed somewhat asymmetrical.
Tantai smiled awkwardly, then said, "Lin Feng, look how lively War King Academy is. The decade celebration, everyone returns, experts like clouds. It's a pity I'm not the protagonist. If, years later, I could also become a member of the Heavenly King-Sealing List, that would be truly splendid."
"Sooner or later." Lin Feng punched Tantai's arm, then asked Yun Qingyan, "Is today the celebration?"
"Tomorrow at this time." Yun Qingyan shook her head.
"Then let's go back and rest first." Lin Feng said, and the group left this place. Behind them, in the crowd, Puyang and Leng Xia's eyes were cold, revealing traces of cold light.
"He actually dares to appear. Let's go inform Shang Jun. It's best if he doesn't live to see this celebration." Puyang's pupils flashed with a cold gleam. The humiliation Lin Feng had inflicted on him on the Hidden King List battle platform that day, he couldn't forget!