Chapter Eight: The Humiliation of Today
The disciples of Yin Sword Mountain stood across the waterway, watching the teahouse in the distance gradually grow quiet.
“That leader, so young yet decisively ruthless.”
“His swordsmanship is sharp and fierce; he must have spent at least twenty years honing it…”
“I’ve been in the capital for so long, yet I’ve never heard of such a figure.”
The martial disciples were amazed by him.
Meanwhile, the Dao disciples nearby shook their heads one after another.
“His Dao affinity is shallow—just a worldly fighter.”
“How could such a person inquire into the path of longevity?”
“It’s a pity for his face alone; if he cultivated the Dao, I wonder how many sisters would be tempted.”
Amidst the murmurs, a thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl, clutching a duster, slowly stepped within seven feet of Zhou Yitang.
“Master, the senior and junior sisters are all talking about that man.”
She was Zhou Yitang’s Dao attendant, named Lu Ying, and the only one among them who could call Zhou Yitang “Master.” Playfully, she asked, “Master, are you watching him too?”
She didn’t expect an answer, nor even a confirmation.
In the martial world, who didn’t know that Zhou Jianjia usually wielded his sword silently?
As before, her master did not respond, allowing her to play, finally shaking her head helplessly.
That was Lu Ying’s assumption.
Then, she babbled on by herself: “Though his martial skill is fine, sadly, his sword kills and his blade slays—these are fundamentally opposed to Yin Sword Mountain…”
Her words halted as she heard her master’s voice.
“Hmm.”
The female Daoist priestess nodded slightly.
“Hmm… hmm?”
Lu Ying was stunned, as if seeing fire in water.
She blinked, lips parted in shock and disbelief.
“Master… is he truly a prodigy of martial arts, a rare phoenix or unicorn? Or have others been mistaken, and his Dao affinity is actually profound? Unintentionally severing the three corpses and nine worms…”
Lu Ying knew this man was indeed exceptional, in both skill and appearance, which explained the heated discussions in the teahouse. But even her master paying attention to him was truly extraordinary. What exactly had captivated her?
Across the broad waterway, the rippling waves serene, the female Daoist priestess gazed into the distance and softly said:
“He has grown thinner.”
Lu Ying was first shocked, then confused.
Her master had come early to the capital and waited for days, only to say this cryptic sentence?
While the senior and junior sisters of Yin Sword Mountain talked about his Dao affinity, martial skill, and appearance, she only said, “He has grown thinner?”
Lu Ying, wary as if facing a great enemy, cautiously glanced at her master’s expression.
Those cold, clear eyes held a complex gaze.
There was deep hatred, yet also a trace of tenderness.
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[Conditions met, Grudge Yin-Yang Technique activated]
[Grudge Yin-Yang Technique beginner level: 210 years of heterodox true qi, 30% can be absorbed, yielding 70 years of true qi. Min Ning’s negative emotions grant an additional 5 years of true qi.]
Chen Yi stared at the negative emotions, then greedily at Min Ning.
Finally, he dismounted deliberately and slowly walked toward the courtyard.
Watching his subordinate’s retreating figure, Min Ning stood frozen on horseback like a wooden statue, unable to move for a long time. After a while, she clenched her fists so tightly that blood oozed out.
With blood in her palms, Min Ning snapped back to reality, her teeth nearly grinding to pieces.
No wonder…
No wonder he didn’t strike at his sister…
So that was it… so that was it!
Min Ning pressed her hand on the hilt of her blade, wishing to sever that man’s head with a single stroke.
After a long moment, valuing chivalry, she lowered her sword. Turning her head away, she silently wiped the blood on her face.
She vowed to remember today’s humiliation!
Back in the courtyard, Chen Yi washed his hands by the water tank, glancing at the panel.
[Remaining true qi: 87 years.]
Seeing so much true qi, Chen Yi looked over the few martial arts he knew.
[Dragon-Slaying Blade Technique (Intermediate), Remnant of Great Star-Absorbing Art (Beginner), Eagle Descent Skill (Not yet learned).]
Besides the Yin-Yang Technique, these were the three martial arts he currently mastered.
Calculating carefully, if he trained them to perfection, reaching early minor invincibility would only lack a defensive method.
With this in mind, Chen Yi decisively poured true qi into Eagle Descent Skill and Dragon-Slaying Blade Technique.
As for the Great Star-Absorbing Art, after nearly bursting his body once, he was reluctant to rush its cultivation.
Too much heterodox true qi overwhelmed his meridians; he would wait for miraculous elixirs at the blessing altar.
A good blade technique could cut through iron like mud, and a perfected lightness skill allowed one to pass through a thousand flowers without a petal touching, no matter how strong or resistant the opponent—if they couldn’t land a blow, they would be worn down to death.
[You channel your painstakingly cultivated true qi into the martial arts, each word and phrase flowing through your meridians.]
[In your mind, you begin to independently simulate Eagle Descent Skill and Dragon-Slaying Blade Technique.]
[After ten years, you observe Eagle Descent, comprehending its essence: it waits for the opportune moment to strike for life. You are amazed to find Eagle Descent and Dragon-Slaying Blade complement each other perfectly—the former waits for the chance, the latter conceals the dragon’s use. Together, they form an excellent offensive method.]
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[After twenty-three years, thanks to Dragon-Slaying Blade, your understanding of Eagle Descent doubles, your form shifting like an eagle, ready to strike and take life at any moment.]
[At twenty-six years, you attempt to advance further, entering Dragon-Slaying Blade through Eagle Descent. This thought brings enlightenment to both techniques.]
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