After the family split up, I achieved martial arts sainthood.

Lost again?

Witnessing Duan Liang's retreating figure after suffering a loss, Zhou Feng's smile froze once again.

Gu Xin's swordsmanship was surprisingly good.

That earlier, unpredictable slash that blocked Duan Liang's sword was enough to demonstrate the depth of his swordsmanship.

This means that Duan Liang's proud advantages are completely gone in front of Gu Xin.

In terms of boxing skills, I can't beat him.

In terms of speed, it can't compete.

Now, even the advantage in weaponry has vanished. How can we fight like this?

How did this guy train?

His fist techniques, body techniques, and sword techniques have all reached perfection.

Zhou Feng's heart sank, feeling an indescribable sense of frustration.

He arrived with his disciples full of confidence, originally intending to demoralize Zhenwei Martial Arts School.

Unexpectedly, he was the one who ended up getting hurt.

"Senior brother, shall we continue?"

Gu Xin sheathed his sword, leaned on the ground, and smiled as he looked at Duan Liang, who had retreated and regained his balance, and asked him a question.

After their previous encounter, he was certain that Duan Liang was no match for him.

If the fight continues, Duan Liang will still lose.

Since it was just a friendly exchange, he naturally stopped short of going all out.

"I……"

Duan Liang, enraged, wanted to continue the fight.

But as soon as he straightened up, a sharp pain shot through his shoulder blade, causing his facial muscles to spasm abruptly.

Their faces were noticeably paler.

The words that were about to come out were all swallowed back by a gasp.

"There's no need to fight anymore, we've lost!"

Zhou Feng caught a glimpse of this scene and had no choice but to clasp his hands in resignation, decisively admitting defeat.

You cherish your own disciples.

He was merely helping the four major clans to suppress the ambitions of Zhenwei Martial Arts School and Biaoma Martial Arts School.

Now that he has given it his all and still failed, there is no need to force it.

You can't force your disciples to risk their lives.

"Master Yang, I was quite disrespectful before and offended you greatly. Please forgive me!"

Zhou Feng readily admitted defeat and did not forget to apologize to Yang Wei.

After all, this kind of challenge is inherently offensive.

Yang Wei glanced at Zhou Feng indifferently, said nothing, and simply nodded casually.

Although he could understand Zhou Feng's actions, he still didn't have a good impression of Zhou Feng's behavior.

Zhou Feng also noticed this, and swallowed back all the pleasantries he wanted to say.

He wisely decided not to linger any longer, and called to his three disciples to turn around and leave.

"Master Yang!"

After taking two steps, Zhou Feng hesitated and stopped, turning back to Yang Wei and warning him, "The four great clans have grand ambitions; you should be careful!"

Yang Wei then raised an eyebrow and looked at Zhou Feng with some surprise.

At least they knew to offer a reminder; at least they still have some conscience.

Zhou Feng didn't say anything more and turned to leave in a hurry.

"Yes! We won! We won!"

"Junior Brother Gu, well done!"

"Our Zhenwei Martial Arts School is going to be rich this time..."

Once Zhou Feng and his disciples' footsteps had faded into the distance, the students of Zhenwei Martial Arts School could no longer contain their joy and cheers.

They were all excited and no longer worried.

Yang Wei's previously expressionless and wooden face now showed a faint smile.

This was clearly a sign of great satisfaction with Gu Xin's performance.

"Pick up the Wind and Thunder Sword technique!"

Gu Xin ignored the cheers around him, his attention focused entirely on the experience pack that appeared before his eyes.

After scanning the area, he decisively chose the Wind and Thunder Sword Technique, which had already reached its pinnacle.

[Cultivation Level: Early Stage of the Blood Strengthening Realm]

[Technique: Youyue Zhuang Gong (Peak of Mastery)]

[Techniques: Thunderous Mountain-Crushing Force (Peak of Mastery), Six Harmonies Fist (Peak of Mastery), Galloping Horse Saber (Peak of Mastery), Galloping Horse (Peak of Mastery), Wind and Thunder Sword (Peak of Mastery)...]

Cultivation experience: 1 years

As the attribute panel changed, Gu Xin gained a memory of diligently practicing swordsmanship.

As this memory merged, he also achieved a considerable level of skill in swordsmanship.

"They've all reached the pinnacle of perfection, saving me the trouble of further deduction. After 'winning' the next fist and sword techniques, I'll soon acquire two more mid-level white-grade techniques."

"At that time, my strength will be able to improve again very quickly."

Gu Xin couldn't help but wonder if he could raise all his techniques to the mid-level of the White Rank, then he might be qualified to be fearless against a mid-stage Blood Strengthening Realm expert.

Based on his previous battles against Zhao Hu and Duan Liang, Gu Xin felt that he had performed with ease.

This means that his strength surpasses that of someone in the early stages of the Blood Might Realm.

As for how far he is from becoming a mid-stage Vajra Realm expert, Gu Xin doesn't know yet.

So far, the only person he has ever met who is in the mid-stage of the Blood Realm is Lei Yi.

However, he did not witness Lei Tong's actual combat, so he was unclear about the specific strength of characters at this stage.

"Forget about that, it's too far off right now. The most important thing is to figure out where to learn how to win techniques."

Gu Xin's thoughts raced as he pondered where to go.

"Junior Brother Gu, you're quite skilled!"

"Junior Brother Gu's strength has far surpassed ours. It might not be appropriate for us to call him Junior Brother anymore. How about we start calling him Senior Brother Gu instead?"

"Senior Brother Gu, what do you think?"

At this moment, the cheering apprentices swarmed towards Gu Xin.

Their eyes were filled with eager admiration and respect.

"Scholars follow a hierarchy, so please call me junior brother, fellow disciples!"

Gu Xin collected his thoughts, looked around at the apprentices, and said with a flourish, "We are all from the same school, there's no need to be so polite."

Feeling Gu Xin's continued warm attitude, the apprentices breathed a sigh of relief and became even more convinced of his character.

Yang Wei witnessed this scene, and the smile on his face gradually deepened.

This disciple is not bad!

Yang Wei turned around calmly, his smile turning cold. He slightly turned his head and looked at the rooftops across the street from the martial arts school.

Two figures were crouching on the eaves of the roof, watching Zhenwei Martial Arts School from afar.

"We've been discovered!"

At the eaves of the roof, two figures exchanged a glance and then bowed to Yang Wei from afar.

This attitude indicates that their observation was not malicious.

Yang Wei withdrew his gaze, paid no more attention, and turned back to the inner courtyard.

"My lord, have you figured out the truth?"

Of the two people on the rooftop eaves, the older man, a middle-aged man of about thirty, looked at his companion and asked.

His companion, on the other hand, was young, around twenty years old, handsome, with a face like jade, and effeminate.

The effeminate young man frowned, and a strange light flickered in his deep, autumn-water-like eyes.

"Gu Xin's movement and swordsmanship are indeed the unique style of the White Horse Guard, namely the Galloping Horse Saber and the Galloping Horse Stance. Even his fist techniques and stance training have traces of the Galloping Horse Fist and the Galloping Horse Stance."

"really!"

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man sighed, "So, Master Yang is from the White Horse Guard?"

The young man nodded slightly, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.

The "Galloping Horse Saber" and "Galloping Horse" techniques are exclusive to the White Horse Guards and were the basic martial arts skills that the imperial court had granted to them in the past.

Aside from the White Horse Guards, this story has never been told to outsiders.

Therefore, only the White Horse Guards were able to master these techniques.

"Then... sir, should we report this?"

The middle-aged man looked at the young man and asked.

The young man thought for a moment, then shook his head.

"The White Horse Guard no longer exists in this world. With the rebellion of the First Prince more than a decade ago, the White Horse Guard has become history."

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man couldn't help but probe: "The eldest princess has now entered officialdom, but her foundation is still weak, and she is in dire need of talented people..."

The young man nodded in agreement.

However, his gaze no longer fell on Yang Wei, but instead turned to Gu Xin, who was surrounded by the apprentices.