Chapter 15: The Teaching of Blood Spirit Sword Art
Chapter 15: The Teaching of Blood Spirit Sword Art
Yin Shenggong finished speaking, took a deep breath, and his expression became solemn.
He exclaimed, "Pay attention, watch carefully!"
"Blood Spirit Sword Art, using the mind as the foundation, guided by divine intention, the sword unsheathed, the spirit arrived, the sword formula was formed, and the sword fingers were pulled, the sword fingers were solid, and the sword was out; the sword tip was everywhere, and the enemy's blood splattered, and I returned, without worry of backlash..."
He recited the technique with his mouth, and his body's spirit energy transformed, following the energy flow paths, his footwork and sword techniques unfolded, his left hand pinched the sword formula, and continuously changed the sword fingers.
Blood Spirit Seven Swords, one move at a time, were slowly executed.
Yin Shenggong's speed was very slow, compared to Sun Yuan's usual teachings, it was even slower.
However, this Blood Spirit Seven Swords, although called 'Seven Swords', had footwork, sword formulas, and energy flow paths, along with the coordination of spirit energy... It was truly ever-changing.
Immense and profound.
Mu Linyuan and the other three also watched simultaneously, but by the second move, they felt dizzy and their heads spun.
They all stopped their efforts and sighed in their hearts.
Such immense complexity, how could one learn it in just one observation? This kid, I'm afraid, is just a happy-go-lucky fool.
Yin Shenggong, while using the sword, also felt a bit helpless in his heart. Today's sudden whimsical idea to do this was indeed a bit absurd and outlandish.
He himself had practiced for a full three months before barely entering the initial stage.
Just giving this kid one observation, he'd be exhausted and still wouldn't remember it all. To please Tianwu Shen, he did this, and it was indeed a bit rash...
The long sword's light returned to the core. Yin Shenggong asked, "How much did you remember?"
There was no expectation in his voice.
No one responded.
He turned to look, and saw Fang Che standing still, his face solemn, his gaze fixed on the front, but his eyes were empty, as if he was in the deepest thought, recalling memories.
Half a bell later.
Fang Che blinked, his clear expression returning, and said, "Please, Master, guide me."
He spoke and in three steps, he drew his sword.
"Huh?!"
Yin Shenggong, the three venerators, were all startled, their eyes widening in surprise, and they couldn't help but exclaim.
Because Fang Che's opening move, even his floating body technique and the feeling of his graceful movements, were exactly the same as Yin Shenggong's earlier actions! If not for their different clothes, just looking at their silhouettes, one would almost think Yin Shenggong had left again.
This kid... interesting.
Yin Shenggong immediately felt a surge of anticipation, his gaze intense as he watched.
Fang Che stood firm, his long sword arm extended, and a cold light flashed, his foot immediately taking a step forward.
His heel slightly lifted, his foot arched, and his toes pointed, from the front of his shoe, one could see that he was only using his big toe and second toe to touch the ground, his toes in a half-spin.
His left hand pinched the sword formula, seeming to grasp the enemy's weakness in front, and a spirit energy pill rose, rushing into his right arm, which was the Blood Spirit Seven Swords' first move.
A cold light flashed, and the sword stabbed out.
His body slightly leaned forward, also mimicking Yin Shenggong's earlier movements.
Even that composed divine aura was also present to some extent.
He recited, "Blood Spirit Sword Art, using the mind as the foundation, guided by divine intention, the sword unsheathed, the spirit arrived, the sword formula was formed, and the sword fingers were pulled, the sword fingers were solid, and the sword was out; the sword tip was everywhere, and the enemy's blood splattered, and I returned, without worry of backlash..."
Every word Yin Shenggong had recited earlier, he repeated word for word.
His footwork was completely the same.
His movements were entirely consistent.
His sword fingers were identical.
His incantation was without error.
One move was executed, and he immediately began the second, third, fourth...
Beside him, Yin Shenggong's eyes widened further.
To one side, Mu Linyuan, Hou Fang, Qian Sanjiang, and others were all dumbfounded, their mouths hanging open, and they were speechless.
Sun Yuan didn't fare any better.
His entire face was in a daze.
He now realized that when he was teaching, this kid hadn't paid much attention at all.
To observe Blood Spirit Seven Swords once and remember it all? This kid, he was shocked beyond words.
With his eye power, he naturally saw at a glance that Fang Che hadn't come into contact with Blood Spirit Seven Swords before, and hadn't learned it.
Because the clumsiness of each move was very obvious, it was the inevitable clumsiness of a beginner.
He only possessed the form but lacked the divine aura, and even more so, he didn't possess the killing power.
He was merely imitating without understanding.
So, the doubt of 'This kid has learned this before' vanished in an instant.
Unprecedented in the world, unless he had taught him and then forgotten.
But, this was too fast! Just one observation!
Remembering it all?
At this moment, this One Mind Sect's leader even heard his own heartbeat accelerating intensely.
A genius!
He reached the seventh move, which was the final move of Blood Spirit Seven Swords, and finally, the speed slowed down, and there were a few non-standard movements.
But, in the end, it was still memorized perfectly.
After the sword techniques were displayed, there was silence.
Fang Che sheathed his sword, standing in his original spot, thinking about the mistakes he made during this observation.
Then, he softly said, "At the fifth move, when turning and drawing the sword, the footwork was incorrect, the posture was slightly off, and the sword formula was half a beat slow... By the seventh move, it was basically completely chaotic, with about... six... or nine... mistakes, and in total, there were nine errors. Moreover, in the incantation, there was a line, 'The sword points at the enemy's blood, and the void is filled with killing intent,' but I'm not sure if it's 'killing intent' or 'killing aura.' From the context, it should be the aura of killing, right?"
At the Seal God Palace, Mu Lin Yuan, Hou Fang, and Qian San Jiang were left in awe as they witnessed Fang Che's third attempt at the practice. To their surprise, the young man had memorized every move of the routine. Despite his youth, it was clear that with more practice, he would only improve.
For a true genius like Fang Che, mastery was merely a matter of time. In comparison to him, the so-called 'geniuses' they had encountered in the past could be tossed into the trash without a second thought. There was simply no comparison.
The three turned their gaze towards Sun Yuan, their eyes filled with envy and a hint of malice, as if they wanted to give him a good beating. Sun Yuan, sensing their stares, forced a smile, feeling the weight of their stares. His intention to plead for mercy was as clear as day.
"It's your turn now. I'll take a break and ponder some matters," said the Seal God Palace Master, exhaling and taking a seat to gather his thoughts.
For the Seal God Palace Master, this visit was purely coincidental. A mere disciple's induction ceremony, and even involving Sun Yuan, was an overkill. It was a matter of convenience that brought him here, coupled with a slight curiosity about Sun Yuan's boastful claim of an 'unparalleled genius'.
Little did he expect to encounter a disciple who would evoke such a sense of contentment in the Heavenly Centipede God. This fleeting contentment sparked a new idea in the Seal God Palace Master.
On a whim, he decided to teach Fang Che the Blood Spirit Seven Swords, a technique he had never intended to impart. He had thought that if Fang Che could master even a single move, it would be a testament to his unparalleled genius.
But never in his wildest dreams did he anticipate encountering a true genius who would shake the ages. At that moment, his heart stirred with newfound intentions.
However, his emotions were in turmoil. Having just witnessed such astonishing talent, he couldn't help but feel overwhelmed, unable to calm his racing thoughts.
Fang Che's heart was filled with joy. The Blood Spirit Seven Swords, a technique of immense destructive power and unique moves, far surpassed the sword techniques he had known in his past life. It was indeed a formidable weapon.
The only regret was that it was the signature technique of the Seal God Palace, and thus, he couldn't reveal it casually.
Mu Lin Yuan stepped forward, his smile warm and friendly, yet tinged with impatience. "It's my turn now."
Sun Yuan coughed, "My disciple, learn well. The Great Gongfeng's martial arts are unparalleled..."
Mu Lin Yuan hummed dismissively, "No need to remind me. I won't compete with you."
"The Great Gongfeng speaks too highly..." Sun Yuan trailed off, his smile faltering.
Mu Lin Yuan's gaze hardened as he looked at Sun Yuan, a growing sense of dislike brewing within him. He couldn't help but feel the urge to punch and kick Sun Yuan, almost uncontrollably, until he was disabled for life.
Taking a deep breath, he finally calmed himself and turned to Fang Che with a kind expression. "Fang Che, given your extraordinary talent, I must not hold back. As martial artists, we live and die by the sword, and to improve, we need cultivation, agility, and mental techniques, and most importantly, we need tranquility!"
"Among all my knowledge, I'll share something else for now. I'll teach you a unique tranquility technique, which will grant you a calm mind like clear ice. This technique is my exclusive expertise, the Crystal Mind Platform."
As he spoke, he began to transmit the technique to Fang Che. Unlike the Seal God Palace Master, he was more discreet, ensuring only Fang Che could hear.
After all, the Seal God Palace Master's sword technique was so intricate that there was no fear of it being easily copied. But his Crystal Mind Platform, if others could master it by merely listening once, would be a significant loss.
On the side, Hou Fang, Qian San Jiang, and Sun Yuan were deep in thought. The old man's words, especially his claim that he had more to teach, resonated with them, particularly Sun Yuan, who felt a strong sense of crisis.
Looking at Mu Lin Yuan, Sun Yuan couldn't shake the feeling that the old man had ill intentions towards his disciple.
That old bastard! He's not even human! He was definitely up to no good when he looked at me earlier.
He was mocking me for boasting just a moment ago, and now he's acting like this. Does he want me to slap him?
(End of Chapter)
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