The Prodigal Disciple of Mount Hua: Seizing All Opportunities

"This sword technique is called the Dugu Nine Swords! It was created by the Sword Demon Dugu Qiubai. Back then, he relied on it to dominate the world, defeating all enemies and heroes with no moves, until he was invincible. In the end, he disappeared from the martial world. I was fortunate enough to learn about it when I was young, and today I will pass it on to you."

"However, you are a cunning young man, which I do not like. For your father's sake, I will only teach you two moves. Don't underestimate these two moves; if you learn them, they will be enough to protect you."

Feng Qingyang's gaze was like a deep, still well. He beckoned to Chen Qianyang and said, "Boy, come closer."

He did not directly teach the sword techniques, but first explained the principles of swordsmanship. His voice was deep and slow, but every word was precious: "The Returning Maiden leads to the Unwanted, the Unwanted leads to the Common Man, the Common Man leads to the Great Possession... This is the general principle, which combines 360 variations. It requires careful understanding, not rote memorization."

Every word of swordsmanship that came out of his mouth seemed to carry a sharp sword intent.

After finishing his statement, Feng Qingyang didn't continue, a slight smile on his face: "Kid, have you remembered everything?"

Chen Qianyang did not answer, but closed his eyes and pondered. The sword intent contained in the Dugu Nine Swords was now flowing freely in his mind.

After a long while, he opened his eyes and exhaled a breath of stale air: "Reporting to Uncle Bingfeng, I have remembered everything."

Feng Qingyang showed a slight surprise: "To be able to memorize it in such a short time, your talent is indeed impressive. However, remember to forget everything I just said when facing the enemy."

"My disciple understands! When facing the enemy, adaptability comes first, and one should not follow conventional methods."

Feng Buping, who was standing to the side, found it strange. What were the old man and the young man talking about?

How come he forgets it the moment after I've made him memorize it?

However, he also knew that asking questions at this moment would only annoy people.

They could only wait on the sidelines, barely managing to get by.

Afterwards, Feng Qingyang meticulously analyzed the subtle essence of the "Sword Breaking Style" and the "Palm Breaking Style" word by word and taught them to Chen Qianyang in detail.

"The Dugu Nine Swords consists of nine forms: Sword Breaking Form, Saber Breaking Form, Spear Breaking Form, Rope Breaking Form, Arrow Breaking Form, Whip Breaking Form, Palm Breaking Form, Qi Breaking Form, and the Final Form."

"Today I will teach you the two techniques of breaking the sword and breaking the palm. How much you can comprehend depends on your own destiny."

The principles of the Dugu Nine Swords are most dependent on comprehension, and are extremely profound and mysterious.

It touched upon the profound principles of martial arts, and even a master like Feng Buping, who had been immersed in swordsmanship for decades, found it all shrouded in mystery.

However, Qianyang possesses the supernatural power of "Sword Heart Clarity," which allows him to see through the essence of all sword techniques.

It is similar to the core concept of the Dugu Nine Swords: no moves are better than moves, there is no retreat, and the later strike is the first to arrive.

With each word Feng Qingyang spoke, it was as if a tiny figure in his mind conjured up thousands of sword-wielding figures.

Although his internal injuries had not yet healed, the flow of his qi and blood inevitably brought on intermittent dull pain.

But he still gritted his teeth and concentrated to force himself to understand, and soon fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Feng Qingyang finished explaining in about half an incense stick's time, and Chen Qianyang's mind was already clear and enlightened.

It was as if a door had been opened to a completely new realm of swordsmanship.

Even the parts that were difficult to understand and could only be memorized by rote when studying the stone wall sword techniques that day.

At this moment, just like spring snow melting, it all merged into this vast sword power.

It became part of his understanding of martial arts.

Those profound sword principles no longer need to be memorized; they are now imprinted in my mind, as if I were born with them.

As Feng Qingyang saw the young man before him, his eyes gleamed with increasing intensity, and he became as sharp as a sword.

His heart, which had been barren for many years, began to tremble.

This boy's comprehension is truly unparalleled in my life, far surpassing that of his father.

Despite suffering such internal injuries, he was able to force himself to focus on comprehending the teachings through sheer willpower.

It should be noted that it took him a full seven days to master these moves.

Little did he know that this was a natural resonance that occurred when the Sword Heart Clarity met the Supreme Sword Technique, like a spark falling into boiling oil that could instantly ignite a prairie fire.

.......

An hour later, on the Cliff of Repentance,

Feng Qingyang had stopped speaking and looked at Chen Qianyang, who had closed his eyes and was concentrating, and whose entire aura was completely different.

A hint of approval and emotion flashed across his eyes.

"Feng Buping".

"Disciple is here!" Feng Buping was startled from his shock and hurriedly replied.

He listened intently from the side. Although he did not understand its profound meaning for the time being, he could feel that the sword principles were as vast as the sea, far surpassing what he had learned in his entire life. He revered this senior uncle as if he were a god.

"You should test your swordsmanship with him one more time," Feng Qingyang said calmly, then added, "Remember, only sword techniques, do not use internal energy. He is injured, so it would be unfair to win."

Feng Buping was taken aback upon hearing this, his face filled with confusion.

Uncle Feng actually challenged me to a sword duel.

Keep in mind that only an hour has passed, no matter how profound the swordsmanship or how exceptionally talented the person is.

What can you possibly learn in just one hour?

Moreover, this kid has already suffered serious internal injuries.

Even without using his internal energy and relying solely on his sword techniques, he was confident of victory thanks to the "Whirlwind Swift Sword" technique he had honed over decades.

After all, he hadn't used his full strength in the previous match.

However, he dared not disobey Feng Qingyang's orders in the slightest.

He had no choice but to suppress his doubts and bowed, saying, "Yes, Uncle-Master, this disciple will only use sword techniques and not internal energy."

He picked up the iron sword from the ground, looked at Chen Qianyang with a complicated expression, and said in a deep voice, "Come on, kid Chen, I want to see how your swordsmanship has changed."

To be honest, Feng Buping was also feeling quite frustrated at the moment, thinking about how he had painstakingly used Chen Qianyang to lure Feng Qingyang out.

Unexpectedly, Feng Qingyang not only flatly rejected his request but also treated him as nothing, which naturally made him resentful.

This time, he unleashed his sword techniques without holding back, bringing the speed and ruthlessness of the Gale Sword to their extreme.

The sword light was like a waterfall, or a sudden storm, splashing out in layers of sword shadows.

Even without the support of internal energy, his aura remained fierce, determined to crush Chen Qianyang's newly established confidence with exquisite sword techniques.

However, Chen Qianyang is no longer the same person he used to be.

Now, he is incomparably sharp.

Faced with the raging onslaught, he simply thrust out his long sword at an angle.

The movements even appeared slow, sluggish, and disorganized.

This contrasts sharply with Feng Buping's incredibly swift swordplay.

But this seemingly casual sword strike "just happened" to pierce the most critical point of Feng Buping's sword technique.

Feng Buping felt a chill run down his spine. He realized that if he continued to thrust his sword, his wrist would collide with the tip of the sword first. Terrified, he flipped his wrist sharply, abruptly changing his sword move halfway through, and redirecting it towards Chen Qianyang's vulnerable ribs.

But as soon as he turned his sword, Chen Qianyang's longsword, like a leech, trembled slightly and was already waiting on the path of his new sword move, pointing directly at his weakness.

Although his movements were slow, his predictions were so accurate that they were astonishing.

What followed was an extremely bizarre scene.

Feng Buping's swordsmanship was as fast as lightning, each move faster than the last, the sword flashing and the attacks rising wave after wave.

Chen Qianyang, however, struggled to walk, his body stiffened by his injuries. Yet, his sword always struck first, striking in the most unexpected places.

He never directly clashed with Feng Buping's sword, but instead used light, deliberate thrusts, parries, slashes, or draws, each strike precise and accurate.

This swordsmanship made Feng Buping feel extremely awkward and uncomfortable.

He felt that none of his sword moves could be fully executed; his incredibly swift attacks were always forced to crumble the moment they were launched by that strange swordsmanship.

Feng Buping had to change his moves repeatedly, and his continuous fast sword routine was cut into pieces.

It felt like I had returned to the time decades ago when I first started learning swordsmanship.

The boy opposite him looked even paler, but his eyes were unusually bright.

He launched a rapid attack for thirteen moves in a row, and Chen Qianyang blocked all thirteen moves.

Each time, it was as if he had foreseen the future, neutralizing Feng Buping's relentless attacks.

Feng Buping possessed superb swordsmanship, but he had nowhere to use his strength. He felt extremely frustrated, and his swordsmanship rhythm was completely disrupted.

Feng Qingyang, who was watching from the sidelines, was no less surprised than Feng Buping.

"Could this kid really be a genius...?"