Chapter 82: Sudden Realization
Chapter 82: Sudden Realization
Cheng Zitong nodded and said, "Yes, this is the essence of swordsmanship. Don't underestimate it just because of its name. This is a universal technique for all swordsmanship, and although it was passed down in the north, it was never the true lineage."
He pointed to the sword manual, "But this one is the true lineage. It clearly explains the key methods of exerting strength, what medicine to use, the herbal formula, and how to use it. Only some crucial medicines are passed down orally, not written down, so later generations don't know about them."
"But that's not important. These things used to be precious, so the process was intricate to avoid wasting any. Now, as long as you have money, you can find any medicine you need, and there's plenty of it."
He then pushed a notebook towards him and said, "I've written the key points in here. Take it and have a look. My teacher is a bit busy lately, so if you have any questions, just give me a call."
Chen Chuan said, "Okay, thank you, Teacher."
"Then I'll take my leave. Take your time reading it."
"I'll see you out, Teacher."
After seeing Cheng Zitong off, Chen Chuan returned and flipped through the two books. Only then did he realize that the Snow Lady Sword was actually a 'Prohibited Weapon' forged using ancient methods.
This was because the sword's materials were unique, containing some special transmutation organs.
According to the sword manual, the sword had a 'Blade Heart,' and once the wielder infused the 'Blade Heart' into the sword, it would come 'alive.' Not only could it better withstand the essence, but it could also self-repair and even grow alongside its owner.
However, the annotations clearly stated that this was actually the mutual infection between a mutated warrior and the mutated organs within the sword. The sword couldn't truly come alive, and the repair process borrowed from the warrior's own mutated organs.
In the old times, some famous weapons were passed down from master to apprentice, and only those who inherited the essence techniques would find a better fit. Over time, it was more about the person adapting to the sword rather than the sword adapting to the person.
Fortunately, the Snow Lady Sword had no owner before it fell into his hands, so the advantage was that it would fit him exceptionally well as soon as he wielded it. The downside was that he needed to nurture the sword himself.
There were generally two ways to do this. The first was through breath and essence techniques, which he had already been practicing when using the sword, hence the strange feeling he experienced. However, this was a long-term process.
The other method, used in the past, was to stimulate the so-called 'Blade Heart' through more combat and killing, which was the fastest approach. Unfortunately, the fastest method was also the most dangerous. Those who chose this path rarely lasted long. After all, in the old times, the more battles and killings, the greater the risks.
In fact, modern swords were not bad either. If one broke, you could just get a new one. It was much more convenient than the old-time swords. But skilled warriors knew that even the slightest difference between swords could affect performance. Modern weapons were disposable, and it was almost impossible to achieve the same harmony with a sword forged using ancient methods.
Therefore, each method had its trade-offs, depending on how the wielder chose to use it.
Chen Chuan had no choice but to use disposable weapons, which also meant spending more money. He needed to save money to buy medicine, and he couldn't afford to waste any.
Moreover, a sword that could convey essence techniques was suitable for now, and he could worry about the future later.
In the following days, he went to the training hall with the approval slip from Cheng Zitong to spar with the martial arts department's students, who were specialized in this field and had high skill levels. He learned a lot from them.
One day in late November, after his training, he headed towards the cafeteria because it was a rest day, and he planned to visit his aunt's house after breakfast.
Just as he was about to enter the Class A Students' dining area, he suddenly heard someone calling out to him from behind. He turned and saw a male student waving at him, with a few companions by his side.
He immediately recognized the student as Fang Zhiming, who had taken the exam with him. He walked over with a smile and greeted him, "Fang, it's been a while."
Fang Zhiming was excited to see him and said, "Chen, yes, we haven't seen each other since the exam that day." He scratched his head and added, "It's mainly because you're a Class A Student, and we don't usually train together."
During the exam, although he had shown enough courage, he still couldn't become a Class A Student, as he fell short in various aspects, which was quite regrettable.
Chen Chuan also felt it was a pity, but without sufficient talent or a strong enough belief, becoming a Class B Student wasn't necessarily a bad thing. Being a Class A Student meant higher status but also more dangerous tasks.
Fang Zhiming felt a bit embarrassed and handed him something, saying, "Someone asked me to give this to you. It's something my family requested, and I couldn't refuse."
Chen Chuan took a look at the name card and saw that it belonged to a commission company. It seemed that someone wanted to get in touch with Fang Zhiming, and this company had the ability to find him.
He asked, "How many days have you been here?"
Fang Zhiming thought for a moment and said, "It's been about seven or eight days. I can't even enter the Class A student dormitory, so I thought you'd definitely come to the cafeteria for meals. That's why I've been waiting here every day."
Chen Chuan nodded, understanding his situation. In this world, everyone had their struggles. He said, "Student Fang, you're thoughtful. Next time you can just call the dormitory directly."
Fang Zhiming's eyes lit up, and he said, "Really? That's great."
The two chatted for a while longer before bidding each other farewell and parting ways.
Fang Zhiming returned to his companions, and someone said, "Little Fang, you weren't boasting. You really do have a friend who's a Class A student."
"That's great. After graduation, we'll have someone we can talk to in higher places."
Fang Zhiming shook his head and said, "I'm not thinking that far ahead. I think it's better if we talk less about these things between friends."
"You're just stubborn. You must make use of this connection. Keep in touch when you have time."
Fang Zhiming hummed in response, but he didn't take it to heart. In his mind, friends were friends, and even though his family had asked him to deliver the card, if it caused any trouble, he would never agree to it.
After eating breakfast, Chen Chuan rode his bike out of school. He first went to a mall in the central square and bought a watch. It was a useful item, allowing him to check the time at any moment.
In fact, he missed the days of his previous life when he had a mobile phone. Besides telling the time, he could also read the news. Now, with fewer channels, a lot of information was hard to come by.
After buying the watch, he also purchased some small toys and a bottle of hand cream for his aunt. He thought for a moment and bought a python belt for his uncle. Then, he rode his bike all the way back home. When he saw his aunt, he returned the watch to her. Yu Wan said, "Your uncle still has an old one. You can use it for now, Chan'er."
Chen Chuan raised his hand and smiled, saying, "Auntie, I bought a new one, so you don't need this one anymore."
Yu Wan said, "You should buy a better one. You never know when you might need it."
Chen Chuan said, "Auntie, don't worry. I'm still a student, so something simple is good enough." He looked around, and the radio was playing. His uncle wasn't there, so he asked, "Where's Uncle?"
His aunt said, "He just got a call and had to go to the bureau. He might not be back for lunch, so let's not wait for him. Let's eat first."
Chen Chuan replied, "Okay." He took the hand cream in his hand and gave it to Yu Wan, saying, "Auntie, this is for you."
Yu Wan took a look and said, "Chan'er, why waste your money? Earning money isn't easy. Isn't it better to buy something to eat or use?"
Chen Chuan smiled and said, "Auntie, money is meant to bring happiness. If it can bring happiness to the family, isn't it worth spending?" As he spoke, he handed the toys he had bought to his younger cousins. The two little ones had sharp eyes and had been circling him since early morning.
Yu Wan sighed and said, "No more of this next time."
Chen Chuan smiled and he spent some time with his younger cousins. When it was almost time for lunch, the family gathered and chatted happily. Just then, the phone rang urgently, and Yu Wan rushed to answer it. She said, "Old man? Yes, yes, what is it? Oh, okay, be careful then."
After hanging up, Yu Wan's face showed concern. She told Chen Chuan, "Chan'er, your uncle said he won't be back today. It seems like a big case has come up."
A big case? Chen Chuan thought for a moment. In the past, his uncle had only used this term a few times to describe extremely rare cases.
At this moment, the radio, which had been playing a sentimental prose poem, suddenly emitted a burst of static, followed by the announcer's voice: "We interrupt this program with a breaking news bulletin. At 9:32 this morning, a bank on Liyuan Road was robbed. The robber is armed with a gun and is currently engaged in a shootout with patrol officers who have arrived at the street corner."
"At 9:55 this morning, the private residence of Senator Fang from Quanzhou District was robbed by a group of fugitives. It is suspected that the senator's family was taken hostage, and the robbers shot and killed multiple security guards..."
Chen Chuan couldn't help but listen intently. At this moment, the phone rang again, and his aunt hurriedly answered it, holding the receiver to her ear. She listened to a few sentences, covered the mouthpiece, and said, "Chan'er, it's for you."
Chen Chuan took the call. The voice on the other end belonged to Cheng Zitong, who said, "Little Chuan, are you at home?"
"Yes, Teacher."
Cheng Zitong's serious voice continued, "You must return to school immediately. It's urgent."
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(End of Chapter)
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