The Prodigal Disciple of Mount Hua: Seizing All Opportunities

For the next two weeks, the wind howled incessantly on the Cliff of Contemplation, and swords whistled from time to time.

Chen Qianyang was completely immersed in practicing the Gale Swift Sword.

This sword technique is completely different from any sword technique he has learned before.

He doesn't emphasize internal cultivation, but focuses on understanding and comprehension.

Its sword techniques emphasize speed and ruthlessness, and are simple yet direct.

However, its essence cannot be obtained through short-term closed-door arduous study.

Rather, it is derived from countless life-and-death battles.

It emphasizes the skills required when facing an enemy and the grasp of the timing of the battle; it is a martial art used for killing.

That Feng Buping said that this sword technique was created by himself, which shows that he has been honing his sword skills for many years without ever slacking off.

Chen Qianyang possessed the ability of a clear and discerning sword mind, so he naturally learned the moves by leaps and bounds.

In just a few days, he had already mastered the thirteen sword techniques quite well.

His figure darted and weaved along the cliff edge, his sword flashing with speed like a whirlwind, and when he unleashed his full power, it had the air of a raging storm.

However, he knew in his heart that even if he mastered the moves, he would only have learned the form but not the spirit.

The true meaning of this sword technique lies in becoming stronger when facing a stronger enemy and faster when facing a faster enemy.

What's needed is continuous learning and breakthroughs through duels with masters.

He practiced alone, and although his sword moves were familiar and his sword speed was fast, he lacked the essence honed through life and death. In the end, it was just theoretical knowledge, and he could not grasp the true soul of the sword technique.

During this time, Yue Lingshan and Ning Zhongze also came up the cliff to visit Chen Qianyang several times.

Seeing that he was focused on practicing swordsmanship, we didn't disturb him.

The half-month period arrived in the blink of an eye.

Feng Buping's figure was like a ghost, appearing right on time outside the cave.

He stood with his hands behind his back, watching Chen Qianyang practice his swordplay, a hint of amazement flashing in his eyes.

"Half a month has passed," Feng Buping said. "You've done quite well. Make your move and let this old man see how much you've actually learned in these past half month."

Chen Qianyang sheathed his sword, adjusted his breathing, and bowed to Feng Buping: "Senior, please enlighten me!"

Before Feng Buping could reply, he had already moved.

He stumbled, and suddenly thrust out his longsword.

This is precisely the first move of the Gale Sword technique, "Wind and Clouds Rise".

With a slight movement of the sword tip, a dense flurry of sword shadows appeared, instantly enveloping several vital points in front of Feng Buping.

Feng Buping silently exclaimed "Good!" but remained standing still.

Only when the sword tip was less than an inch from his face did he let out a cold snort, and his iron sword, though delayed, struck Chen Qianyang's sword spine with unparalleled precision.

But then a "ding" sound was heard.

With a crisp sound, Chen Qianyang felt his sword momentum shattered. A tremendous force struck him, making his arm go numb and almost causing him to lose his grip on the hilt.

His determined sword strike was easily deflected. Startled, he dared not pause for a moment, and used the momentum to rotate his wrist, transforming his sword move into the second move, "Whirling Sand."

He swung his sword several times in succession, each strike faster and more ruthless than the last.

Although Feng Buping's expression remained unchanged, his heart was gradually stirred.

Is this kid some kind of monster?

Just two weeks ago, he knew nothing about this sword technique or the martial arts of the Sword Sect.

To be able to master it so skillfully in just half a month is remarkable, considering it took me a full ten years to create this Gale Swift Sword.

Although it was merely a superficial understanding, this level of insight was truly astonishing.

The two exchanged several blows in the blink of an eye. Chen Qianyang had already used all thirteen moves of the Gale Sword, and the flashing sword light caused a strong gust of wind to rise.

However, no matter how fast he got the sword, Feng Buping always got the sword a step ahead of him, and always managed to interrupt his swordplay at just the right moment when it was about to unleash its killing intent.

Every hint or provocation made Chen Qianyang extremely uncomfortable.

Feng Buping had already used his seventh move. Facing Chen Qianyang's "Raging Wind and Rain" attack, before Chen Qianyang's sword net could be fully deployed, his iron sword, like a black lightning bolt, pierced through the gap in the sword light and struck Chen Qianyang's right hand with perfect precision.

With a loud clang, Chen Qianyang could no longer hold onto his longsword. It flew out of his hand and was thrown high into the air, finally piercing into the soil and rocks several feet away.

The hilt of the sword was still making a buzzing sound.

The outcome is decided.

Feng Buping sheathed his sword and stood there, suppressing his shock. His gaunt face was full of contempt: "Your swordsmanship is all show and no substance. It's far from perfect. You haven't even scratched the surface of my swordsmanship. You think you can withstand thirty of my moves with this kind of swordsmanship? You're just dreaming."

Chen Qianyang clutched his wrist, which was throbbing and numb with pain, but there was no sign of dejection on his face.

He knew that if Feng Buping had wanted to kill him, he would have done so; but since Feng Buping hadn't, he still had a chance.

Chen Qianyang wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and then laughed.

"You should know that I have only been learning for half a month. If you can master this sword technique in half a month, then your decades of training are a bit too childish." He met Feng Buping's cold gaze and said with a mocking tone, "But if you ask me, your whirlwind sword technique, although seemingly swift and unparalleled, is actually full of flaws and cannot be considered a top-notch martial art."

"You little brat, still so stubborn even when things are at their worst." A chilling killing intent flashed in Feng Buping's eyes.

"This sword technique emphasizes speed and ruthlessness. Every strike is a move that leads to mutual destruction. If the opponent's swordsmanship and internal energy cultivation are even slightly stronger, this sword technique becomes completely useless. This is why I lost so thoroughly. After all, who knows the weaknesses of this sword technique better than you, senior?"

"Hmph, glib talker! Nonsense." Feng Buping knew in his heart that what Chen Qianyang said was true, and he also knew that this sword technique would probably be of no use at all once it encountered a real master.

"In my opinion, all sword techniques are illusory. True masters of swordsmanship attain enlightenment through the sword, emphasizing the sword within the heart, responding to all changes with constancy, and defeating all moves with no moves! I already have a method; just give me a little more time, and I will surely defeat you." Chen Qianyang's smile grew increasingly mocking: "Or are you afraid that I will surpass you, senior?"

"What a sharp-tongued brat!" Feng Buping was taken aback when he heard this, then burst out laughing: "Anyone can talk big. Your twisted logic is somewhat similar to that of that master of Huashan swordsmanship back then. However, theory is one thing, but putting it into practice is extremely difficult."

"Fine, I'd like to see just how far you've come, but the stakes have to be raised."

"Please speak, senior."

"If you lose again next time, you will not only have to obey my orders, but also have to become a disciple of my Sword Sect and help me reclaim my lineage. Of course, you can also choose to die."

"So, regardless of victory or defeat, it feels like the younger generation has come out ahead," Chen Qianyang said, pursing his lips.

This kid not only has exceptional comprehension, but also an incredibly resilient character.

He was neither arrogant in victory nor discouraged in defeat, and Feng Buping began to appreciate talent.

After all, the Sword Sect is dwindling in talent, and even if he succeeds in the end, he will probably be all alone.

"Hmph, I'll give you another ten days." Feng Buping's face showed arrogance: "If you still can't hold out after ten days, don't blame me for being ruthless."

After saying that, he flashed and disappeared into the mist at the edge of the cliff.