Chapter 670: The Fourteenth Form of the Gentle Breeze
Chapter 670: The Fourteenth Form of the Gentle Breeze
The Fourteenth Form of the Gentle Breeze?
Upon hearing Jin Banhua's sophistry, Hua Zhenzhen's anger flared up.
"Jin Banhua, for you to have reached such a level of martial arts, you can't possibly be the rich, spoiled playboy you act like during the day. Why do you insist on trying to confuse me and pretend to be ignorant?" Hua Zhenzhen snapped.
"Don't you believe me?" Jin Banhua asked with a smile.
"Do you think I'm the same kind of scoundrel as the friends you hang around with during the day?" Hua Zhenzhen retorted.
"So, you're saying you only know the first thirteen forms of the Gentle Breeze, and not the fourteenth?" Jin Banhua asked again.
Hua Zhenzhen, growing impatient, replied, "What are you trying to say?"
Jin Banhua, with a serious expression, said, "I'm saying that I know the Fourteenth Form of the Gentle Breeze, while you only know the first thirteen. Isn't it possible that you learned the martial arts from me, but didn't learn them completely?"
Hua Zhenzhen erupted in fury, "You're being—"
Before she could finish her sentence, she saw Jin Banhua leisurely thrust his sword forward.
This sword strike was as light as a breeze, elusive and intangible, blending seamlessly into the wind. It had already transcended the ethereal quality of the first thirteen forms, almost invisible to the naked eye.
But when she saw the sword, the tip was already at her shoulder.
Like the wind, when you feel it, it has already brushed against you.
Hua Zhenzhen's pupils constricted.
This strike was clearly imbued with the essence of the Thirteenth Form of the Gentle Breeze, but it had surpassed the realm of a sword being as light as a breeze, almost hiding the sword itself, leaving only the breeze.
It lacked any killing intent, any sharpness, any sound, any sensation.
It was like a gentle breeze...
Unless it touched you, bringing a cool sensation, who could truly feel the breeze?
But when the breeze touched her, the sword revealed itself, and by then, any reaction was too late.
Hua Zhenzhen's face turned pale, and she rapidly retreated.
She backed away two yards, still gasping for breath, before she realized that Jin Banhua's sword tip remained in its original position, not advancing further.
Even if she had stayed still, the sword would not have struck her.
Hua Zhenzhen stared at Jin Banhua, her mind blank with disbelief. "You... you..."
"This is the Fourteenth Form of the Gentle Breeze, and it is indeed an extension of the first thirteen forms," Jin Banhua said with a relaxed smile, raising an eyebrow at Hua Zhenzhen. "Do you admit it?"
Recalling the sword strike, Hua Zhenzhen could only admit, "Yes!"
"Do you know it?" Jin Banhua asked again.
Hua Zhenzhen was a smart girl, and she understood Jin Banhua's intentions. But she could only grit her teeth and answer, "No!"
"I know the Fourteenth Form of the Gentle Breeze, and it is the most powerful. You only know the first thirteen forms and haven't learned the last one." Jin Banhua beamed, "So, who is the true master of the sword technique?"
Hua Zhenzhen glared at the smug Jin Banhua, wishing she could punch holes in his face.
At the same time, she genuinely admired Jin Banhua, even to the point of awe.
Her eyes sparkled with admiration, and though her instincts told her not to believe it, the undeniable truth before her forced her to accept it. "Did you create this sword form yourself?"
For centuries, the seven major sword schools and the three great sword techniques of the mystic sects were renowned. But when it came to sword techniques, no school dared to rival the Huashan School, for the Thirteen Forms of the Gentle Breeze were truly unparalleled and beyond human reach.
Just mastering a fraction of its essence was enough to dominate the martial world for a time.
But even with the Clear Wind Thirteen Stances, the person before her had managed to take it a step further, creating a sword technique that turned the blade into a gentle breeze, surpassing the achievements of all the Hua Mountain ancestors and generations of experts.
Hua Zhenzhen was not an old-fashioned traditionalist. She believed that modern people didn't have to be superstitious about the ancients and could potentially surpass them. The Jellyfish Empress had created her own divine techniques, surpassing countless heroes of old.
However, modifying a classic martial art created by a predecessor was a different matter entirely. Hua Zhenzhen was certain that even the Jellyfish Empress could not have deduced the Clear Wind Fourteenth Stance. The requirements for one's swordsmanship and understanding of the Clear Wind Thirteen Stances were absurdly high.
This wasn't something that could be achieved with just a bit more talent than the Hua Mountain ancestors; it required a significant leap in skill!
More importantly...
Hua Zhenzhen stared at Jin Banhua, and the person before her wasn't even a Hua Mountain disciple!
A sense of defeat welled up within her. The generations of Hua Mountain experts, including herself, had been outshone by someone who wasn't a Hua Mountain disciple and appeared to be a wealthy, carefree playboy from the capital.
Then she saw Jin Banhua sheath his sword and say smugly, "Let's not waste time with useless talk. I'll just ask you this: who is the true master of the Clear Wind Sword Technique?"
Hua Zhenzhen gritted her teeth, her chest aching with frustration.
"Are you saying that the Clear Wind Thirteen Stances, which Hua Mountain has kept secret for hundreds of years, were stolen from you?" Hua Zhenzhen was almost at her breaking point.
Jin Banhua stroked his chin and said with a tsk, "Now that you mention it, I do seem a bit over the line, don't I?"
"More than a bit, it's absolutely ridiculous!" Hua Zhenzhen fumed.
Jin Banhua nodded and asked casually, "So, do you want to take the Fourteenth Stance back to Hua Mountain?"
Hua Zhenzhen fell silent immediately.
Jin Banhua stretched lazily, then turned and walked toward his bedroom, sheathing his sword and changing clothes as he went.
Hua Zhenzhen averted her gaze.
"Since you're now a servant of the Jin family, you need to fulfill your duties," Jin Banhua said with a smile. "Remember to come and help me with my morning routine and breakfast tomorrow. Oh, and—"
He turned to point at Hua Zhenzhen, "Try to be a bit more polite when you speak. Learn from the friends I drink with during the day."
Hua Zhenzhen: (‘⌒メ)
Hua Zhenzhen wanted to flip the table and leave, but she couldn't bring herself to do it.
Even without Jin Banhua mentioning it, the moment she saw the Clear Wind Fourteenth Stance, she had been envious to the point of obsession, wishing she could learn it as soon as possible...
Then she would stab Jin Banhua with it, making sure to create a dozen holes in his body!
Hua Zhenzhen turned around to see Jin Banhua in his pajamas, leisurely climbing into bed and waving at her.
"Close the door for me, and then go get some rest. Girls need their beauty sleep. If you don't sleep well, you'll get dark circles and your skin will become dull and rough. I wouldn't want my little servant to become less beautiful, or she might not measure up to the three beautiful maidservants of Chu Liuxiang."
Hua Zhenzhen stomped her foot in anger, her face flushing.
She took a deep breath and walked to Jin Banhua's door, closing it while taunting him, "You said you were going to use Chu Liuxiang's three maidservants to settle the score for him stealing your White Jade Beauty. Why didn't you take them back?"
Jin Banhua winked at Hua Zhenzhen, "Wasn't it because I was afraid you might get jealous?"
Hua Zhenzhen glared at Jin Banhua fiercely, then slammed the door and flew away.
(End of Chapter)
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