Drawing a sword

The Yunhai Sect is thousands of miles away from Yangzhou City. Even though the Thousand-Mile Snow horse can travel a thousand miles a day, it still took Lin Feng ten days to arrive.

During these ten days, Lin Feng did not waste any time. He rode through the vast territory, experiencing a sense of passion he had never felt in his previous life. Unconsciously, his state of mind underwent a breakthrough, and he smoothly entered the Seventh Level of the Qi Martial Realm. Additionally, he successfully cultivated the Nine Waves martial technique to the ninth and final level, achieving a total of nine waves!

Now, Lin Feng possesses a formidable strength of nearly 8,500 jin, incredibly powerful.

The Yunhai Sect is located on the main peak of the Yunhai Mountain Range, Yunhai Peak. Although Yunhai Peak is not the highest peak in the mountain range, its vast territory makes it look like a city in the mountains. Surrounded by the highest peak, the Tiantian Mountain, it has excellent Feng Shui. In the Nine Heavens Continent, Feng Shui represents the flow of Qi.

"Stop, dismount and proceed on foot." At the foot of the mountain, two disciples guarding the mountain blocked Lin Feng's path, coldly ordering him to stop.

Lin Feng raised an eyebrow, pointing to the figure riding a horse ahead and said, "Why don't I see you stopping him?"

"Hmph," one of them sneered, "What right do you have to compare yourself with inner disciples? You're just a useless waste who almost got beaten to death."

It turned out to be a matter of identity and strength. Lin Feng smiled. The mountain guarding disciples of the Yunhai Sect were just decorations, like him, they were all outer disciples. Their only duty was to inform the sect when guests arrived. They had no authority to stop people, they were just doing odd jobs, let alone stop a sect disciple riding a horse.

"Weaklings are meant to be bullied," Lin Feng sneered coldly. Instead of dismounting, he flicked the reins, and the Thousand-Mile Snow horse whizzed forward.

"Waste, how dare you!" Both of them shouted, wanting to stop him, but Lin Feng's fists simultaneously struck out, a fierce force surged, directly sending them flying.

"If there's a next time, I'll cripple your cultivation." Lin Feng rode past them, believing that only by demonstrating his strength could he have a say. The two mountain guarding disciples got up, looked at Lin Feng's departing figure in horror, and then showed a bitter smile. Even a waste like him was stronger than them, no wonder they were just mountain guarding disciples.

In the Yunhai Sect, most youths aged fifteen or sixteen were at the Sixth or Seventh Level of the Qi Martial Realm, which was considered average talent. The Eighth Level of the Qi Martial Realm was considered excellent, while the Ninth Level was considered a genius, receiving special attention from the sect. As for martial artists who reached the Spiritual Martial Realm at the age of fifteen or sixteen, they were considered top geniuses in the entire Xueyue Country.

Contrary to those geniuses, if one remained at the Fifth Level of the Qi Martial Realm at the age of fifteen, their talent was considered low, making them the worst among the Yunhai Sect's talents. Therefore, Lin Feng was labeled a waste and ridiculed by others.

News of Lin Feng's return quickly spread among the outer disciples of the Yunhai Sect. This "waste" was somewhat famous in the Yunhai Sect. Walking among the disciples, Lin Feng ignored the various expressions around him and walked straight towards the direction of the Star Pavilion of the Yunhai Sect.

The Star Pavilion was where the martial arts and techniques of the Yunhai Sect were stored. Many disciples went to the Star Pavilion every day, and today was no exception.

"Lin Feng." A voice came, and Lin Feng stopped, turning his gaze to see a cold-looking young man.

"You're lucky to be alive." The young man was Lin Heng, the eldest son of Lin Haoran, who had wanted to kill Lin Feng last time.

Lin Feng glanced at Lin Heng, sneering inwardly. With just the Eighth Level of the Qi Martial Realm, he was not inferior to him at all with his Seventh Level of the Qi Martial Realm cultivation combined with the Nine Waves technique. As long as he practiced one or two sets of martial arts, he was confident he could defeat Lin Heng.

Therefore, Lin Feng ignored Lin Heng and directly entered the Star Pavilion, intending to improve his strength before seeking revenge.

"Next time, I will make sure you die a hundred deaths." Seeing Lin Feng ignoring him, a cold killing intent flashed in Lin Heng's eyes.

In front of the Star Pavilion's main hall, there was an old man sitting casually, his eyes lazy.

"Elder." Lin Feng slightly bowed to the old man. Although the other party was just a guarding elder and seemed insignificant, the Star Pavilion was so important that it was guarded by only one person. It could be seen that the other party was not as simple as he appeared. It was similar to the janitor monk in a certain TV drama from his previous life at the Shaolin Temple's Scripture Repository. The old man's depth was unfathomable, and Lin Feng, who had lived two lives, could easily understand this.

The old man's lazy eyes slightly narrowed, surprised, as he glanced at Lin Feng, then nodded, "Seventh Level of the Qi Martial Realm, you can choose up to two sets of martial arts on the first floor of the Star Pavilion."

"I understand." Lin Feng responded. The Star Pavilion was divided into three floors, and disciples with Qi Martial Realm cultivation and without inner disciple tokens could only choose martial arts and techniques from the first floor.

The martial arts and techniques on the first floor of the Star Pavilion were all of yellow grade, but there were a large number of them. Here, one could find the most suitable martial arts and techniques for their cultivation. This was the heritage of the sect, something that the Lin family could not compare with.

Lin Feng didn't need martial arts for the time being, so he mainly searched for martial arts techniques on the shelves.

"Seven Kill Fist, one punch kills seven, suitable for practitioners with a body system martial soul."

"Hurricane Slash, using the power of the wind to transform into wind blades for attack, suitable for practitioners with a wind martial soul."

"Wild Bull Decision, a superior yellow-grade martial art, suitable for practitioners with a beast martial soul."

Lin Feng looked through the martial arts techniques in his hand and then put them down. His martial soul was the Dark Martial Soul, which could enhance all the qualities of a martial artist, including comprehension ability. Therefore, there were no restrictions for him. He could practice any martial arts technique. This was the abnormality of the Dark Martial Soul. So, he hoped to find powerful martial arts techniques.

"Clear Wind Sword Art, the sword is like a clear wind, light and agile, penetrating everywhere, suitable for practitioners with a sword martial soul."

Lin Feng's gaze paused slightly. He yearned for the freedom and enmity of traveling the world with a sword, so he had an indescribable emotion towards swords. However, this Clear Wind Sword Art seemed not to be what he wanted.

"Sword Drawing Technique, drawing the sword like thunder, a single strike is fatal, suitable for practitioners with a sword martial soul."

"Sword Drawing Technique." Lin Feng's footsteps halted. This Sword Drawing Technique seemed different from other sword techniques. What swordsmen least wanted was the moment of drawing the sword, as it wasted time and affected the sword's release. However, the Sword Drawing Technique emphasized drawing the sword to kill. At the moment of drawing the sword, its power was strongest. If one failed to hit with the first strike, it meant failure.

Moreover, unlike other martial arts techniques, the Sword Drawing Technique was not divided into several levels, only one. With one move, draw the sword, kill. For those who achieved perfection, the sword was drawn, blood was spilled.

"This is it." Lin Feng put away the Sword Drawing Technique. Then, he prepared to select a light body technique. After all, although he could ensure a one-strike kill every time, having a good body technique could instantly escape if he failed. Moreover, the Light Step, Flying Eaves, was the dream of every person on Earth!

Lin Feng then selected a set of body technique called Floating Light Shadow, which, when practiced to the highest level, could make the body as light as a floating light, only the shadow was seen, not the person.

With a good harvest, Lin Feng took the two martial arts techniques to the guarding elder to register.

"Sword Drawing Technique." The elder muttered, "This martial art technique has been selected for the first time. You must know, while others have already drawn their swords, if you're still drawing yours, it's difficult for your speed to surpass theirs. And if your speed isn't fast enough, the outcome is already determined. This technique, when practiced to the extreme, is indeed powerful, but it requires too much. You must be faster than any opponent to achieve a one-strike kill."

"I understand." Lin Feng knew the elder was kindly reminding him. If the drawing of the sword was not fast enough, the Sword Drawing Technique not only could not achieve the goal of drawing the sword to spill blood, but it would also backfire, putting him in a dangerous situation.

"As long as you understand. If you're not confident, it's best not to use it recklessly. This Floating Light Shadow is a good body technique." The elder didn't say much either, helping Lin Feng register the techniques. After all, the martial arts and techniques selected in the Star Pavilion must be returned within a month and not affect other disciples who want to practice them.

"Thank you for your guidance, Elder." Lin Feng took the martial arts techniques and respectfully thanked the elder.

"Hmm." The elder nodded with a smile, "This soft sword can be used as a belt in normal times. It's useless for me to keep it. Take it and play with it."

"Don't thank me. The old man can't stand it. Go and cultivate." The elder waved his hand with a smile as he saw Lin Feng about to thank him again.

Lin Feng rubbed his head, keeping his gratitude in his heart. The Sword Drawing Technique, paired with the soft sword that could be hung from his waist, would greatly increase his chances of a one-strike kill by catching the opponent off guard.

Smiling and nodding at the elder, Lin Feng then left.

"I haven't seen such an interesting young man in a long time." The elder murmured, then resumed his lazy appearance. Nowadays, young people are increasingly focused on cultivating and improving their strength, becoming more and more impetuous, and have long forgotten basic etiquette.