Lord of the night.

Chapter 1352 Feng Du's Admonition [Part Two]

What's said can't be taken back.

The deputy leader of the Fengdu sect is not a person who goes back on his word.

So he added even more to the protective holy power.

When Mo Ganyun's big stick came down, he deliberately used his holy power to meet it silently.

Mo Ganyun and the others attacked with all their might. Anyway, the boss was powerful, and they couldn't break through his defenses.

If you don't use enough force, you won't pass the test and won't get any benefits. So why not go all out?

They became one with their swords, one with their bodies, and fought like madmen!

Mo Ganyun exerted all his strength, wielding the large stick to its peak with each attack, smashing it down at the height of its power.

Jump up and smash it, just like hammering nails!
Boom boom boom... Smash it on Feng Du's forehead...

Wearing a mask and relying on his holy power, Feng Du put on a calm and collected demeanor, remaining unmoved no matter how the storm raged.

But the brute strength of a big guy isn't spiritual power...

Although Feng Du was able to hold on, he had secretly increased his strength twice.

Moreover, the ground beneath my feet kept sinking, so I had to increase the pressure on my feet to reinforce the earth and solidify the ground beneath my feet without making a sound...

After this battle, putting everything else aside, the land beneath Feng Du's feet will not grow anything, not even the vicissitudes of time will remain undisturbed, and perhaps many years later it will solidify into jade...

"Damn it... I miscalculated. This big guy is simply... what breed is he? How could he look like that!"

Feng Du kept muttering to himself.

However, the holy light shining around him remained completely still, even as the gentle waves of holy light rippled.

Feng Du said calmly, "Harder! Your strength is a bit lacking."

Mo Ganyun and the others were all astonished.

too strong!
Eight Holy Emperors and one Holy Venerable bombarded them with all their might, but the other party didn't budge an inch, let alone fight back.

Like a mountain.

Love so much.

What a towering mountain to look up to!

Although Mo Ganyun and the other eight were all from aristocratic families, the training of aristocratic family members had its own rules. As for those with cultivation levels like Feng Dusun Wutian, not only were there none, but even if there were, they were basically ancestors who could spar with them.

So this was truly my first time fighting against a top-tier expert—even though the opponent didn't even move.

But the more the opponent remained still, the clearer it became to everyone what a true master is!
This truly gave me that feeling of being 'so strong that it made me despair'.

Before dinner, Feng Du waved his hand, ending the hour and a half of training. Feng Du was calm and composed, while Fang Che and the other nine were panting and pale.

The person who did the beating was exhausted, while the person who was beaten didn't even break a hair.

Fang Che and Mo Ganyun passed the test.

The declaration of a blockade against independence.

These two absolutely must pass! Fang Che has to play chess with him, while Mo Ganyun... must pass!
Feng Du really doesn't want to be hammered like this anymore; it's too painful.

This is to hone your martial arts skills, not to make you a blacksmith.

Feng Du said calmly, "As for the others, Dong Yunyu and Xue Huanhuan are only a little short, but the others have clearly not yet grasped the essence of your respective moves. They still need to study them carefully."

Fang Che obediently replied, "Please give me some pointers on how to figure things out, senior."

Feng Du gave him an approving look, then looked at Xue Huanhuan and the others and said, "You have pursued attack power and combat strength, which is correct, but you have neglected other aspects."

With a flick of his wrist, a gleaming sword appeared in his hand, and he said, "Let's take this sword as an example."

"You focus on the tip and the edge of the sword; but how can you only see the tip and the edge of a complete sword? Sure, these two parts are the fastest to kill, but what about the other parts? What use are they? Most people don't even consider them. This is wrong."

"The sword pommel, the sword tongue, the sword spine, the sword hilt, the sword tassel... and most importantly, the sword core."

Feng Du glared at Fang Che and said, "Including you, you actually have the same problem. You both have divine metals in your hands, and you're just communicating with the little elves? Do you think that's soul fusion? You're so wrong!"

"Sword Heart, the heart of this sword, have you ever touched it? Does it have feelings? Those who have feelings for you are divine spirits, but where are the feelings between this metal sword and you?"

"Just like your bodies and souls, is everything satisfied if your soul is pleased? Is it enough to make your soul pleased even if your body is riddled with holes?"

"And the divine spirit, and the blade of this sword, are like the body and soul of a person. Do you understand?"

“Every inch of metal in this sword is your power; this is the true extension of your limbs.”

Feng Du said calmly, "I don't know if you've ever heard of sword spirits; some people's swords are not made of divine metal, but after years of use, they would not trade them for divine metal. This is because after long-term use, their souls resonate with the sword, and the sword has transformed from ordinary iron into a divine weapon, thus forming a sword spirit."

"On the contrary... the vast majority of those who wield divine metal weapons are unable to cultivate a sword spirit that is entirely their own. How tragic!"

"The pinnacle of divine metals is when the sword spirit and divinity are combined into one, which is the true divine weapon."

As Feng Du spoke, he casually remarked, "For example, Duan Xiyang and Xue Fuxiao, their weapons, the White Bone Spear and the Heart-Slaying Blade, are both fused with divine souls! That is what makes a complete weapon."

“You... have reached the point where you can start in this area, but no one is figuring it out.”

Feng Du said, "Without a hilt, pommel, and spine, what kind of sword is it? If a person dismembers his body, leaving only his hands and feet, what good are they even if he can still fight?"

"You can ask the sword about the function of these parts yourselves and figure it out yourselves."

Feng Du said calmly, "For martial artists who wield weapons, this is truly... the path to the pinnacle. You are just beginning, so I won't ask too much of you. But you must at least know where your heart, your spirit, and your strength are, and what their uses are, before you can truly begin to attempt to enter the realm of martial arts. Do you understand?"

Feng Du's words made Fang Che and the others suddenly realize the truth.

Even Dong Changfeng, who rushed back, and Sun Wutian, who was watching the commotion from the sidelines, were greatly shocked.

Looking at the spear in his hand, Dong Changfeng suddenly felt that he had never known this old friend before.

Sun Wutian couldn't help but connect his soul to his Heaven-Hateing Blade.

A long sigh escaped my lips.

He finally understood that back then, his cultivation level was clearly on the same level as Xue Wu's, but he was always suppressed by her and ranked second!
I've been trying to figure this out for so many years.

Only after hearing Feng Du's words did I realize that my sword had spirit but no soul!
But the opponent's blade possessed both spirit and soul!
"This is truly... a single sentence that carries profound meaning."

Everyone felt as if they had been struck by a sudden enlightenment, and when they looked at the weapons in their hands, they felt completely different. They felt as if they had never truly known their companions before.

"This is the difference in the inheritance of cultural heritage."

Feng Du said calmly, "Many of the current top experts are self-taught; but those who truly understand this will never easily reveal it."

"But grassroots masters in the martial arts world will never understand this in their entire lives!"

As he said this, he glanced down at Sun Wutian with a disdainful look, as if to say, "I'm looking at an idiot."

But Sun Wutian could only endure it for nothing, and even had to thank him.

He sighed deeply in his heart: So it is! So it is!
Who among the common folk martial artists would tell you this? Why would they?
Even if you fight your way to the top, what then?
They can still easily overpower you. And the reason behind it might haunt you for the rest of your life, leaving you completely baffled!
Until death!
"There are not many in the world who can see through this. Perhaps there are those who can, such as those who can, such as those who can, such as those who can, such as those who can, such as those who can, but others... well, let's just say they are not so great."

Feng Du said calmly, "Although you are descendants of Feng Yuxue, your level was not high enough before, so it would have been useless to tell you. Even if I were to tell you nine people now, some of you would inevitably comprehend it quickly, some would be slow, and some might not be able to comprehend it at all."

"This is based on my personal experience of being taught step by step."

"To ordinary martial artists, it's like preaching to a fool; it's completely useless."

Feng Duyi flipped his hand, revealing two crystal-clear, jade-like walnuts. He said calmly, "The simplest example is this plate of walnuts. Everyone knows that if you play with them properly, they will become more lustrous and even translucent than jade. How many people in the world play with walnuts? But how many can truly play with a walnut until it becomes completely jade-like?"

"Even if what I said were spread throughout the world, more than 99% of martial artists would spend days and nights studying their weapons, and then... nothing would happen, and everything would remain the same."

"This is the Way! This is martial arts! This is the heart! This is the strength!"

Feng Du said heavily, "What's the use of temporary popularity? So the saying 'Those who are clever but have too many distracting thoughts cannot become strong' may seem a bit arbitrary, but it is also quite reasonable."

Everyone felt they had benefited greatly from his words.

This even includes Sun Wutian and Dong Changfeng.

Although Xue Huanhuan and the others have family backgrounds, they are not at that level, and they generally cannot meet the patriarch.

The Dong family was not of a very high social standing, and they didn't understand it.

Sun Wutian was born into humble circumstances.

As for Fang Che... his past and present lives... well, let's not talk about it.

"Thank you, senior."

Fang Che and the others bowed respectfully.

This comes from the bottom of my heart. It has to be said that even if Feng Du had sparred with them for five consecutive years, the final effect wouldn't have been as good as what he said today.

The gains were truly enormous.

"Dismissed for rest. No extra training tonight. Everyone, think it over carefully on your own."

Feng Du said, "Fang Che, come here."

He took Fang Che with him and went to play chess.

Sun Wutian snorted: "Think it over carefully. My neighbor came to me with something, but he lost a game of chess to your Boss Fang, so he agreed to teach you a few days a lesson. Cherish this opportunity."

He went in with his hands behind his back.

Old Sun wouldn't go to watch the fight, because he knew very well that Feng Du was holding his breath and wanted to beat him up. If he kept going up to him now, he would probably get beaten up again.

Although he had just broken through, Lao Sun knew in his heart that he was still a step behind Feng Du!
Or perhaps two steps behind.

How could Master Sun do something so masochistic?

So he went back to his room to lie down and ponder these words.

Dong Changfeng didn't delay; he bowed and then flew away.

While the memory is still fresh and intact, I must go back and carefully memorize every single word, and then ponder it constantly throughout the years to come!
He was quite certain that even Rui Qianshan probably wouldn't have said those words.

Because... if that guy knew, he probably would have already said it to show off.

However, Dong Changfeng himself admitted that if Rui Qianshan had said it out loud, he might not have valued it so much.

The same words do indeed depend on who says them.

Fang Che was pulled inside and the game of chess resumed.

"Winning a game is always an advantage."

Feng Du tempted him. Fang Che remained unmoved: "I will do my best."

Not affected.

He took out the chess table, chessboard, chess box, and chess pieces that Chen Xi had given him, arranged them, and chuckled, "These were given to me by Palace Master Chen Xi, and I haven't been willing to use them yet. I'll just borrow Vice Chief Sect Leader Feng's esteemed hand to bless them once."

"Chenxi just likes to do all this fancy stuff. When playing chess, even with such good pieces, he still loses, doesn't he?"

Feng Du disagreed: "But I'll give you this face."

After using it for a while: "It's somewhat useful, this thing actually has a calming effect."

A little while later: "Hehe, that's great. I'll ask Chenxi to get me one when I get back!"

“If the Vice Grand Master doesn’t mind, I’ll offer this to you.”

Fang Che seized the opportunity.

"You actually dared to bribe the deputy leader?"

Feng Du snorted and looked at him with his eyelids rolled up.

"I hope I can bribe them," Fang Che said obsequiously.

"Then the vice-leader declares that he was bribed by you."

Feng Du snorted, then his eyes lit up with pleasure.

"Thank you for the honor, Vice Chief Cult Leader."

Fang Che quickly offered a compliment.

The government certainly doesn't lack this equipment, but it's more of a gesture.

Only accept gifts from our own people.

"Then I'll give you this one."

Feng Du gave his to Fang Che; it was just an ordinary black and white chess piece. It wasn't anything special, but Fang Che treasured it and put it away: "Thank you for the reward, Vice Grand Master."

"Let's play chess."

Feng Du continued to ponder.

Fang Che also focused his attention and began.

Fang Che didn't know why, but he felt a sense of awe towards Yan Nan and was somewhat afraid to speak to her; even after Yan Nan learned that he and Yan Beihan had confirmed their relationship, he still felt this way.

However, he didn't feel the same way about Feng Du, who was even taller than Yan Nan.

The aura emanating from Feng Du didn't even resemble that of a demon.

He exuded no aura of menace, appearing natural and refreshing. Being around him felt like being in a pristine, unpolluted environment of green mountains and clear waters—an indescribable sense of comfort and tranquility.

Fang Che would absolutely believe it if you said he was a hermit.

Although Feng Du's facial injuries had not healed in this game, his mind was completely at peace.

Respond calmly.

Fang Che tried his best to win, but in the end he lost by one and a half points.

Then the two began to review the game. The thing that chess players like to do most is to review the game, looking for the things that their opponent or they themselves did not consider at the time.

Let's play another round.

Fang Che lost by one and a half points again.

However, Feng Du was exceptionally satisfied.

Feeling refreshed in both body and mind!
This feeling of "fighting with all your might and finally winning by a narrow margin" even made Feng Du somewhat intoxicated.

As we all know, the most enjoyable part of playing chess is not crushing your opponent, but being evenly matched, with your opponent being slightly weaker – that's the most satisfying!
You can be easily overturned by your opponent if you're not careful, so you have to go all out and be extremely cautious in order to win!
This is the most enjoyable game of chess!
"Very good, very good! Night Demon, your chess skills are quite impressive!"

Feng Du was quite satisfied, having won two games in a row, and was in a great mood. So he looked at Fang Che with particular fondness: "Your chess skills are already at the peak of the world. Given time, I'm afraid even I won't be your match, hahaha..."

"pity."

Fang Che stared intently at the chessboard: "It's just a little bit off. Here... this move at the top was a bit too casual."

"A well-placed attack is ideal, preserving the connection to the subsequent moves. This one point can result in a draw, with both sides alive and neither losing territory."

Feng Du angrily said, "How can it be a draw? Even if you don't lose here and take back half a point, you're still one point less than me."

“But if I don’t lose, you can’t win either. Since you can’t win, then you have to retreat by half a point, wouldn’t that be a draw? I only lost by one and a half points.”

Fang Chedao.

“But if I don’t make a move here, and instead make another bold move, then I can recover one, two, three… five and a half points. Then you will lose seven points, which would be a major defeat.”

"How could that be? Your move is brilliant, but if I do that, I'll attack your bottom right corner first, you'll lose an entire corner, and I'll turn the tables."

Fang Che argued his case forcefully, refusing to yield an inch.

Feng Duyi thought to himself, "That's exactly right."

He stroked his chin thoughtfully, then pointed elsewhere: "Looking at the situation from a later perspective, my move here was also inappropriate. I should have directly cut off your dragon at this point and entered a life-or-death battle."

"But that way I can..."

The two were evenly matched, engaging in a fierce verbal battle, making the debriefing session even more tense than the game of chess.

Finally, it was over, and both of them felt extremely relieved.

It was like drinking the finest wine and eating the best food.

The aftertaste is endless and the memory lingers.

"Go back to sleep."

The order to blockade.

"Yes, I'll go back and think about my weapons."

Fang Che tried hard to show his diligence in order to win favor.

"go to bed!"

Feng Du said without room for doubt: "When you're young, you should rest when you need to. You don't understand how important that is. Sleep allows your soul, body, and consciousness to recover naturally... These are things that no amount of spiritual power can replace when you're practicing martial arts. So no matter how busy you are or how much you don't need sleep, you should try to get at least one hour of sleep every day."

He patted Fang Che on the shoulder: "Otherwise, by the time you truly understand, you'll be at this age and will never be able to come back. You can trust me."

"Yes."

Fang Che immediately made up his mind: From now on, I will sleep every day!
Because he understood one thing: every word that comes out of the mouths of people like the "anti-establishment" group is useful!
They wouldn't joke about something like that!
If he says it's important, then it absolutely is!

Fang Che firmly believed this.

His greatest strength is that he believes other people's life experiences are the most valuable assets, and this is something that must be clearly understood!
So when you hear something that makes sense, don't resist it.

Especially when it comes to people of Feng Duyan, Nan Sun Wutian, Dongfang Sansan, Xue Fuxiao, and others of a certain rank, the 'preaching' they utter is truly as weighty as a mountain.

Even if you were to exchange it for wealth that rivals that of a nation, you couldn't get it.

What's more, it's just ignored?
So Fang Che went back to his room, lay down on the bed, used the Illusionary World Mind Clarity Technique to clear his mind, used the Star Suppression Technique to calm his mind, and then abandoned all distracting thoughts, falling asleep almost instantly.

He was completely at ease: with Feng Du and Sun Wutian here, it was almost safer than the Guardian Headquarters!
What's so scary about that?

As for Mo Ganyun and the others, Fang Che thought about it but decided not to remind them. He knew one thing: his words might not be effective.

So it depends on whether Feng Du reminds them or not. If Feng Du reminds them, these guys will truly benefit for life, but if I remind them, it will probably be ignored in the blink of an eye...

Fang Che slept soundly.

Feng Duzhe and Sun Wutian fought inside the domain for an entire night!
Old Sun needed a sparring partner after his breakthrough, and Feng Du, a super opponent who was a level above him, was even more rare. So, although Old Sun was completely dominated, he fought with great enthusiasm and high spirits.

The opposition to independence is frustrating.

He hit someone but got a thrill from it!
This is absolutely insane!
However, as the battle raged on, Feng Du relentlessly channeled his holy power to heal the wounds on his face. It was quite effective; after relentlessly beating Sun Wutian seventeen or eighteen times, Feng Du's face finally recovered.

"You old fool! Try digging another hole for me, and you'll see!"

Feng Du said viciously.

He was very kind and gentle to younger generations like Fang Che, even those who were not from the righteous sect, but to his peers, he exuded an aura of a demon.

Sun Wutian lay on the ground, his face bruised and swollen, groaning incessantly.

But what was running through his mind was: How about I dig a few more holes for you and see?

"You're going out with this face tomorrow. No running away!"

Feng Du was furious. "I've been humiliated all day, but I've endured it for the sake of the game. But why shouldn't you, Sun Wutian, be humiliated?"

I have to go out and walk around a few times with this battered and bruised face!
Sun Wutian readily agreed.

Then the two of them began to meditate and rest for a while.

Sun Wutian looked on with envy as he watched the holy light emanating from Feng Du's body as he meditated, spreading out and almost covering the entire area.

He can only use black light.

However, he knew that there was no comparison. Although Feng Du was the first deputy leader of the Weiwo Zhengjiao sect, he was essentially a hermit in the mountains and fields throughout his life.

Do not let anything weigh on your mind.

It was this very personality that forged his extraordinary martial arts skills.

However, throughout his life, he almost never killed his enemies, except when his brothers were facing life and death.

Strictly speaking, Feng Du was merely a sworn brother of several vice-leaders, and did not seem to be a member of the Weiwo Zhengjiao (the righteous sect).

Moreover, he personally disapproved of the behavior of the followers of the Sovereign Church, which led to the famous story of him saying "you'll have to deal with it" back then.

Of course, the most important point is that: Feng Du is more or less a little bad at directions.

My sense of direction isn't very clear.

While being directionally challenged isn't a serious problem, a poor sense of direction is definitely a major issue.

To put it simply, if a group of people go to an unfamiliar place together, and they are of similar cultivation level, the first one to fall will definitely be Feng Du!

There is no doubt about this.

(End of this chapter)