Wan Jian returns to his clan!

Chapter 116 The Second Generation Imperial Tutor, Three Divine Swords

"The fourth level is not difficult; it also tests swordsmanship."

The old man spoke calmly.

He gestured for Lu Wubing to continue forward, and they arrived at a small stone chamber.

"Ha ha……"

Lu Wubing had learned to listen in reverse; if the other party said it wasn't difficult, then it must be very difficult.

He has mustered all his energy.

Prepare for contingencies.

"Done yet?"

"Ready." Lu Wubing's longsword trembled, and he felt the stone chamber shake as well. A dark figure rushed out like lightning from the opening of the door, his footsteps making the stone ground tremble.

There seems to be some kind of locking mechanism.

There was no need to search for this dark figure. As soon as it appeared, with its hands empty, it suddenly pulled back and waved, as if the sky had collapsed.

"Good guy."

Lu Wubing's body hair stood on end like a kitten's.

It wasn't that the mechanical puppet that rushed out was particularly imposing; in fact, it was much "smaller" than the puppet in the first level, standing less than 1.8 meters tall.

However, this small puppet with gold patterns painted on its black wood might weigh more than twice as much as the two-and-a-half-meter-tall puppet.

Lu Wubing understood at a glance that the solid and heavy feeling meant he couldn't cut through it at all, and might not even be able to leave a mark.

The material of the puppet is one aspect.

What's amazing is that as soon as the small puppet appeared, it pulled its hands back and to the sides, and it seemed as if all the surrounding air was sucked in, turning the area around it into a dark curtain...

So much so that Lu Wubing didn't know where to attack if he wanted to.

All I could see was emptiness, and in an instant I lost track of my opponent's exact location.

In the blink of an eye, the sword light surged down like a river flowing backward or a sea churning.

'What kind of swordsmanship is this?'

The opponent's sword strike had not yet landed.

Lu Wubing already knew that he was not someone he could stop.

This hurdle must not be overlooked.

His heart pounded like a drum, his skin turned a pale golden color, and Lu Wubing's internal energy, spirit, and blood flow responded simultaneously...

The sword in his hand, the Long Wind Sword, had transformed into a halo of light, striking first despite being launched later, piercing through the thick and solid sword energy, and touching the black wooden puppet's brow.

Ding……

A soft sound, hidden amidst the rumbling thunder, caused a few sparks to fly from between the brows of the black wooden puppet...

Lu Wubing's figure was like a paper bird caught in a strong wind, flying backward and crashing heavily into the stone wall, causing dust to fall in a flurry.

"Cough cough..."

He coughed twice, landed firmly, and then watched in shock as the black wooden puppet quietly retreated.

In that brief moment, I was only a fraction of a second faster.

It was a hair's breadth difference; his longsword struck the blackwood puppet's brow, while the opponent's longsword was only half an inch away from him.

The strong wind it generated sent him flying.

Fortunately, the trial mechanism is very intelligent; once you are caught in it, you must stop immediately.

The immense sword force that followed, powerful enough to tear apart and destroy metal, remained hidden within the sword and did not erupt.

Otherwise, with his own speed and defense, he simply couldn't stop it.

The reason why such a life-or-death situation occurs is quite simple.

This puppet's swordsmanship has actually reached the pinnacle.

Its sword strikes are incredibly fast, which is one thing, but the key is that its swordsmanship is so profound that it seems to be able to stir up vortices in the surrounding air, transforming them into a force capable of collapsing mountains and overturning seas.

It is beyond human resistance.

His swordsmanship level is only one level lower than mine, his swordsmanship grade is far above mine, and the power contained in his sword is at least three grades higher. If we fight like this, I will definitely suffer a loss in a long battle.

Fortunately, his swordsmanship has progressed far beyond the [Peak of Mastery] level, which is the perfect realm.

That's how they narrowly won by half a move.

"Good, how many years has it been, seventy or eighty years, or more than a hundred years? I have finally seen a younger generation pass all four levels on their first try. Not bad, not bad."

The old man was clearly praising him, but for some reason, Lu Wubing detected a hint of disappointment in his voice. Did I not disappoint you, sir? Didn't you see me make a fool of myself?

"You flatter me. But senior, if the fourth level is this difficult, then the later levels are simply not for us new disciples to handle, are they?"

“Who says it’s not for new disciples? There was one who managed to get past this Dragon-Subduing Puppet back in the day.”

The old man rolled his eyes, his face showing a "you're still far from good enough" expression, and sneered, "He not only passed the fourth level, but he even broke through the fifth level with a single sword strike."

"Who?"

"Senior Uncle Hanhai..."

"Pretend I didn't ask."

Lu Wubing chuckled awkwardly.

He had only recently joined the sect and might not know much about other things, but he had to memorize the names of the patriarchs of the Tianxing Sect.

The founding patriarch was named Tianhe, and his eldest disciple and second-generation leader was Hanhai Patriarch.

Back then, this man, with only a sword, guarded the capital of Dali, preventing the hundreds of thousands of troops of the Northern Zhou from invading.

The demonic sect's king, three venerables, and six halls were all forced into hiding, their power greatly diminished.

According to legend, this "Ancestor of the Vast Ocean" was extremely bloodthirsty. He not only stormed the Northern Zhou imperial palace and massacred everyone, but also stormed the Reincarnation Hall of Mount Zhuanlun, forcing all the masters of the Demonic Sect to go into seclusion.

His name as the tutor of the second emperor resounded throughout the land.

That period was also the most glorious time for the Tianxing Sect.

Even the founding patriarch of the Tianhe School did not have such a powerful reputation as him.

Comparing me to Master Hanhai, I don't know if you're belittling me or trying to flatter me to death.
Lu Wubing chuckled but didn't answer. Instead, he asked, "Now that you've passed this test, will you be able to reveal your inheritance, senior?"

"Aren't you going to try the fifth level?"

The old man asked with some regret.

"Next time we come, if I'm not mistaken, the next level should be another passage filled with hidden weapons, right?"

This can be seen from the layout of the first three levels.

The first test is swordsmanship, the second is agility and defense, and the third is a test of resilience, or the limit of being able to withstand pressure.

Who can bear this?
When it came to the swordsmanship test, Lu Wubing thought to himself that with the blessing of the "Heaven rewards diligence" destiny, his swordsmanship level far exceeded his cultivation strength, so he could give it a try.

However, lightness skills and reaction time are not so easy to challenge those who are above their level.

His lightness skill was only at the [Mastery] level.

As for defensive swordsmanship, apart from mastering the basic Thirteen Deadly Swords, he didn't even have a decent defensive sword technique.

The Azure Wave Sword of the East Sea Sword Sect is considered a high-level sword technique, but it is only at the level of mastery.

Faced with an attack density in the passage comparable to that of more than ten top-notch masters throwing hidden weapons, no matter how you look at it, they were destined to be humiliated.

Knowing when to stop is the best option.

"After passing the fourth level, you will be able to inherit three sword techniques. Choose one."

As soon as the old man finished speaking...

On one side of the rock wall, three cracks appeared, revealing several stone platforms.

"This mechanism..."

Lu Wubing secretly praised him.

Looking up, one could see three small stone platforms, arranged from left to right. Each platform held a white jade bead. The first one on the left was inscribed with the words "Subduing Dragon Sword," the middle one with "Purple Star Sword," and the one on the right with "Heavenly River Sword."

"Why are they beads?"

"Kid, you're ignorant. True divine skills and secret techniques are all infused with divine will and transmitted from heart to heart."

If it is written down or passed down orally, the essence will inevitably be lost..."

This is easy to understand.

Whether it's swordsmanship, internal energy cultivation, or lightness skills, everyone has different talents, different comprehension, and naturally, different understandings.

The same set of martial arts techniques, if learned by ten different people, will probably produce ten different results.

If one doesn't encounter exceptionally talented disciples, it becomes inevitable that each generation will be inferior to the last.

However, the inheritance of divine intent does not have this hidden danger. What the senior masters leave behind is their own sword intent and their own understanding, which is directly transmitted into the consciousness, thus ensuring that the essence and true meaning are not lost.

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(End of this chapter)