The undead have descended upon the world? I possess a sword that can cleave the heavens once more!

In the VIP room.

Wu You sat on the sofa, looking around.

The room wasn't large, but it was decorated very elegantly. Several calligraphy and paintings hung on the walls, a set of purple clay teaware was placed on the coffee table, and a potted green plant with glossy leaves was placed in the corner, which was well taken care of.

He picked up his teacup and took a sip.

Just as I put down my cup, I heard hurried footsteps outside.

The door was pushed open.

A man in a gray training uniform strode in. His beard and hair were half-gray, but his steps were steady, his back was ramrod straight, and he exuded energy and spirit.

When he saw Wu You, his eyes lit up slightly. Without any hesitation, he quickly stepped forward, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and spoke in a strong voice.

"Feng Shan, the master of Fengxiang Martial Arts School, greets Your Excellency!"

Wu You stood up and returned the greeting with clasped hands.

"Master Feng, my name is Wu You. I have come here to ask you for a favor."

He briefly explained that he was introduced by Lin Yuan, and also conveyed Lin Yuan's greetings to Feng Shan. The main purpose of his trip was to find a place where he could practice swordsmanship.

After listening, Feng Shan nodded without any hesitation.

"You're too kind, sir. Brother Lin's friend is my friend in Fengshan. A place to practice swordsmanship is no big deal."

He showed no disrespect for Wu You because of his age; on the contrary, his attitude became even more respectful. This respect was not feigned but came from the heart.

"Please come with me, sir."

Feng Shan stepped aside to lead the way, taking Wu You out of the VIP room, through a corridor, and finally stopping in front of a door.

Pushing open the door, you enter a spacious and bright room, at least fifty or sixty square meters in size. The floor is covered with solid wood flooring, and several mirrors hang on the walls. In the corners are sword racks, weapon racks, sandbags, and other furnishings. The room is well-lit, with the afterglow of the setting sun shining through the windows, bathing the entire room in warm colors.

Wu You walked in, looked around, and nodded in satisfaction.

This place is much better than he imagined.

"This is the sword-training room reserved for the master of our martial arts school," Fengshan explained from the doorway. "I'm the only one who uses it normally. You can come anytime, sir, without any outside interference."

Wu You turned to look at him.

Exclusively for the museum owner.

This person is really willing to give up something.

He thought for a moment, then continued, "Master Feng, I've heard that your establishment's unique swordsmanship—the Phoenix Cry Swordsmanship—is unparalleled in Lanhe City. Would you have the honor of witnessing it?"

Feng Shan was taken aback for a moment, then said, "You flatter me, sir."

"What a coincidence! My only passion in this life is the sword. If you don't mind, sir, how about we spar a few rounds?"

Wu Youxin readily agreed.

. . .

The two men each took a wooden sword and stood facing each other in the center of the quiet room.

Feng Shan gripped his sword with both hands, bowed slightly in a sword salute, and Wu You returned the salute in kind.

"My lord, please enlighten me."

Feng Shan took a deep breath, his eyes suddenly becoming sharp.

The next moment, he moved.

The wooden sword sliced ​​through the air, producing a clear and melodious sound, much like the cry of a phoenix, crisp and lingering.

The sword light flowed like a waterfall, endless and continuous. Each strike carried a sharp killing intent, yet it was as fluid as a dance.

The Phoenix Cry Sword Technique features sword moves as clear and resonant as a phoenix's cry, combining a magnificent form with deadly intent.

When attacking, it is like a phoenix's beak, swift, accurate, and ruthless; when defending, it is like a phoenix's wings, dense and powerful.

As the sword light swirled, one could faintly hear the clear sound of the sword cutting through the air, one sound after another, like the cry of a phoenix.

Wu You parried with his sword, taking notes as he watched.

It was supposed to be a friendly sparring session, but in reality, Fengshan was feeding him tips and techniques.

Each move, each stance, sometimes slow like a lesson, sometimes fast like a real fight, but regardless of speed, every sword strike is clear and distinct, showcasing the essence of the Phoenix Cry Sword Technique to the fullest.

As the fight progressed, Feng Shan was also surprised.

Although the torchbearer opposite us is incredibly young, his strength is indeed unfathomable.

He draws his sword, the opponent parries; he changes his move, the opponent follows; he speeds up, the opponent speeds up even faster; he slows down, the opponent slows down as well.

It's like punching cotton; you can't get to the bottom at all.

Moreover, his opponent only defended and did not attack from beginning to end. He blocked all of his moves by simply parrying and standing still.

The difference...

He had fought against third-tier experts before, but none of them had put him under as much pressure as this unusually young torchbearer in front of him.

Fengshan's forehead was covered in sweat, but his hands didn't stop; he continued to feed the baby, one move at a time.

After finishing a set of Phoenix Cry Sword Techniques, he sheathed his sword, stepped back, and caught his breath.

"Your swordsmanship is divine, sir. I, Feng, am humbled and admit defeat."

Wu You waved his hand, having already made a rough assessment of the opponent's strength.

"Master Feng, you're too kind. You're the one feeding me the moves; I'm the one who's benefiting."

He was telling the truth; after that performance, he had grasped most of the Phoenix Cry Sword Technique.

With a thought, he opened the Sword Manual panel.

Swordplay: Phoenix Cry Sword Technique (Beginner) (3/10)

Wu You understood.

In return, he looked at Fengshan.

"Master Feng, I just watched you practice swordsmanship, and there are a few things I'd like to mention. Would it be convenient for you?"

Feng Shan was taken aback, then overjoyed.

Guidance from a true master is priceless!

"I couldn't ask for more! Please speak, my lord!"

Wu You nodded and began to speak.

"Your starting stance could be a little more relaxed in your wrist; it's too stiff and the power can't be transmitted."

"The backstab move, when you turn around, your center of gravity is a little unstable. If you stabilize yourself, the killing power can be doubled."

"And that final killing move, the sword's cry is about killing intent, not sound. You're too focused on the sound, and the power is a bit scattered."

. . .

Feng Shan listened intently, nodding from time to time, and finally bowed deeply.

"Thank you for your guidance, sir!"

He straightened up, his face showing genuine gratitude.

"If you need anything in the future, please feel free to give the order, and I will do my best to fulfill it."

After saying that, he tactfully left the quiet room and closed the door behind him.

The room quieted down.

Wu You stood there, looking at the closed door, lost in thought.

After a martial artist enters a certain level, they are divided into four categories: Ming Jin (manifest strength), An Jin (hidden strength), Hua Jin (transformation strength), and Dan Jin (elixir strength).

Ming Jin and An Jin correspond to the first level, Hua Jin corresponds to the second level, and Dan Jin corresponds to the initial stage of the third level.

After their sparring session, Wu You had already determined that his opponent's strength was around the second level, which was equivalent to a martial artist at the Transformation Realm.

Feng Shan is not only a second-level Transformation Realm martial artist, but also the head of the Fengxiang Martial Arts Academy. He is quite a figure in the martial arts circle of Lanhe City.

But in front of him, his attitude was humble and respectful throughout.

Wu You understood that it was not only because of his own strength, but also because of Lin Yuan's greeting and his identity as the torchbearer.

For the first time, Wu You had a direct understanding of the power of the Investigation Bureau.

He also found that he adapted quite quickly.

A few days ago, I felt uncomfortable being called "adult," but now I can listen to it without batting an eye.

He shook his head, pulled himself out of his thoughts, and gripped the wooden sword in his hand.

Start practicing.

Phoenix Cry Sword Technique, starting stance.

One sword, two swords, three swords...

After completing a set, check the Sword Manual panel.

Phoenix Cry Sword Technique (Beginner) (3/10) → Phoenix Cry Sword Technique (Beginner) (6/10)

Not bad.

He glanced at the time again; it was almost six o'clock, time to go home for dinner.

He put the wooden sword back on the shelf and left the quiet room.

. . .

After finishing dinner, Wu You picked up his sword and went out again.

When he returned to Fengxiang Martial Arts School, the young man at the front desk jumped up as soon as he saw him.

"My lord! You've arrived!"

His face was beaming with smiles, and he was incredibly attentive.

"Our master has already given instructions that you may come at any time, and you will be treated with the highest level of hospitality! Please let me know if you need anything, and I will take care of it immediately!"

Wu You nodded.

"Just take me to the quiet room."

"Yes, yes, sir, please follow me!"

The receptionist jogged to lead the way, bringing people to the entrance of the owner's private sword-practicing meditation room, bowing once more before retreating.

Wu You pushed open the door and went in.

It's the same room, but it's been cleaned up.

The floor was polished to a shine, the wooden swords on the sword rack had been replaced with new ones, and two bottles of mineral water had been added to the corner.

He drew his sword and began practicing immediately.

First, practice the Phoenix Cry Sword Technique.

After two attempts, the Sword Manual panel jumped.

Phoenix Cry Sword Technique (Beginner) (9/10) → Phoenix Cry Sword Technique (Minor Mastery) (2/20)

It's done.

He didn't continue, but took a deep breath and adjusted his state.

Next, it's time to practice the main technique—the Phantom Cloud Swordplay.

He took a deep breath, and the power within him, as clear as the wind and as light as the clouds, began to circulate.

Start.

With a flash of sword light, several afterimages appeared in the room instantly. The figures of people and swords intertwined, making it impossible to distinguish which was real and which was fake.

And just as Wu Youxin was practicing his swordsmanship—

Lanxing Residential Area.

The shadow under a street lamp suddenly became incredibly deep, like a drop of thick ink falling into water, spreading rapidly and then quickly coalescing again.

A few seconds later, a figure emerged from the shadows.

It appears to be a woman.

She had a graceful figure, wore a long black dress, and had long, flowing hair.

The next moment, it suddenly raised its head, revealing a pair of pure black eyes—no pupils, only endless darkness.

It stood there, its gaze piercing through the night, settling in a certain direction.

That's the place where Wu You killed that third-tier corpse last time.

Its gaze lingered there for a moment, then it frowned slightly.

Then it took a step back, disappeared back into the shadows, and vanished completely.

Meanwhile, the surrounding dark area energy detectors continued to operate quietly without issuing any abnormal alerts.