Yin Wind Saber Art

In truth, Old Sun also muttered in his heart. Ever since this Young Master Chen woke up from his fall, he had become more mature and knew how to be courteous.

The old man pondered for a while and couldn't figure out what was going on, so he concluded that he had grown up after a fall.

In fact, it wasn't just Elder Sun. The other people in the Purple Mist Villa also felt the same way when they saw Luo Chen.

"Chen'er, rest well if there's nothing else. Mother will make soup for you."

Wang Yuying left the room with Old Sun and closed the door.

After Wang Yuying and Elder Sun left, Luo Chen laid back down on the bed. Perhaps it was because his wounds weren't fully healed, but Luo Chen felt dizzy for a moment before falling asleep.

When Luo Chen woke up again, he saw two men standing in the room.

One of them was tall and sturdy, with a dignified expression in his eyes. His face was about fifty to sixty percent similar to Luo Chen's. This person was Luo Chen's father, Luo Tianhe. He was 42 years old this year and was at the peak of the third tier.

The other person's face was a bit black and tender. He pursed his lips with a solemn expression. This person was Luo Chen's older brother, Luo Ze. He was 16 years old this year and had reached the peak of the Body Refining Realm.

"Chen'er, you're awake. Are you feeling better? "

Luo Tianhe smiled when he saw Luo Chen wake up.

At this moment, Luo Tianhe no longer had the dignity of a banker. His face was full of concern.

"Many thanks for father's concern. Your son is fine now. Elder Sun said that he could remove the bandages in a few days," replied Luo Chen seriously.

"That's good. That's good."

Luo Tianhe slowly calmed down.

"Father, big brother, why are you here?"

"Have you finished your work in the villa?" asked Luo Chen.

Because Luo Zhennan was heavily injured and had yet to recover, he left everything in the Purple Mist Villa to his son, Luo Tianhe, to manage.

Luo Tianhe managed all sorts of things in the villa. He was so busy that he did not have time to worry about him.

As for his older brother, Luo Ze, he followed his father to practice martial arts and learn how to manage the villa. He did not have much free time.

"No matter how busy I am, I still have to eat! I just happened to be back for dinner, so I came to visit you, " Luo Ze said.

As soon as Luo Ze finished speaking, the door was pushed open again. Wang Yuying walked in with a maid, who was carrying a tray with a soup bowl and a small bowl on it.

Chen'er, your mother brought you some soup. Get up and have some. "

As Wang Yuying spoke, she picked up a small bowl from the tray in the maid's hand. As she finished the soup, she said to Luo Tianhe, "Husband, you and Ze'er should go to the main hall to eat first! The food is ready. "

"Yes!"

Luo Tianhe nodded in response. Then, he said to Luo Chen, "Chen'er, you're already six years old. You can't play around anymore. Once you've recovered, you can start training with your father. "

Luo Tianhe left after speaking.

"Little brother, rest well. Big brother will come and see you again tonight." Luo Ze smiled at Luo Chen.

"Alright, big brother. Once I recover, I'll train with you."

"Yes!" Luo Ze smiled and left the room.

"My Chen'er has finally grown up. Come and drink some soup to heal your injuries."

Wang Yuying happily sat by the bed, preparing to feed Luo Chen some soup.

"Mother, I'll do it myself."

Luo Chen still couldn't accept being fed. He hastily took the bowl and tested the temperature. It was just right, so he finished the soup in two or three mouthfuls.

"Drink slowly! There's more. Eat more meat."

Wang Yuying rebuked him and took the bowl from Luo Chen's hands. She continued to add meat into the soup.

Three days later, the bandage on Luo Chen's head was finally removed, and his wounds were completely healed.

At this moment, he was leaning against a bookshelf on the second floor of the Purple Mist Villa's Hidden Scriptures Pavilion. In his hand was the highest level cultivation technique in the Purple Mist Villa. He was reading the low-grade Xuan ranked Yin Wind Saber Art with great interest.

The cultivation techniques in the world were divided into Yellow Grade, Black Grade, Earth Grade, Heaven Grade, and the legendary ultimate grade.

Every tier was further divided into low-tier, intermediate-tier, and high-tier. It was the same for battle techniques.

There were only two bookshelves on the second floor of the Hidden Scriptures House. On one of the bookshelves were some precious medicinal herbs that were all stored in wooden boxes.

On the other bookshelf were three cultivation technique manuals. Other than the Yin Wind Saber Art, there was also a Primordial Chaos cultivation technique and a Gate Breaking Spear martial skill. They were all high grade Yellow Grade martial skills that Luo Chen's grandfather and the others had obtained from the bandit nest they had destroyed 17 years ago.

At the same time, he also obtained some low-grade and mid-grade Huang ranked cultivation techniques. They were all placed on the first floor of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion for the guards and disciples of the villa to borrow and cultivate.

"This Yin Wind Saber Art is actually a Black Grade secret manual. If I leave it outside, I'm afraid the martial artists in the pugilistic world will fight over it!"

Luo Chen muttered as he watched.

"It's more than just breaking their heads, killing them to silence them, and exterminating their entire family. You have to know that among all the Jiang Hu powers in Ningshui County, none of them have heard of any Black Grade martial arts technique."

Luo Tianhe had unknowingly appeared on the second floor. Looking at Luo Chen, he continued, "Only our Purple Mist Villa keeps a low profile and only moves around the Ancient Mountain Town without anyone noticing."

"What about that Heaven Rank cultivation technique? Father, have you seen it before?" Luo Chen asked curiously.

"Hmph! Forget about Heaven Grade cultivation techniques and martial techniques, I have never even seen Earth Grade cultivation techniques or martial techniques before."

Heaven Grade techniques and martial arts techniques were basically in the hands of those large sects and hidden sects and clans that had been passed down for thousands of years.

These big sects and families were all super forces. Basically, every family had a Connate expert. No one or force dared to offend them.

And most of the Earth-Level cultivation methods and martial skills are in the hands of first-rate and above forces. These forces all have first-rate martial artists overseeing them, and not many people dare to have designs on them."

Hearing Luo Tianhe's words, Luo Chen felt a little breathless.

He had originally intended to copy the few cultivation techniques in his mind for his father and the others to cultivate with him, but looking at it now, he was somewhat afraid.

Firstly, he was afraid that it would bring about a calamity to the Purple Mist Villa. Secondly, he did not know how to explain the origin of the cultivation technique.

Thus, Luo Chen decided not to take out his cultivation technique for now. He would wait for an opportunity in the future.

"Alright, how's the reading of the Yin Wind Saber Art?"

Seeing Luo Chen in a daze, Luo Tianhe spoke.

"Oh, I've seen enough. It's just that there are some things I don't understand." Luo Chen returned to his senses and replied.

"It's okay if you don't understand. I'll teach you slowly in the future. Come with me now."

After Luo Tianhe finished speaking, he walked towards the staircase. Luo Chen hurriedly followed him.

When he reached the first floor, Luo Chen saw a robust man in his forties talking to an old man.

This old man was Luo Chen's grandfather, Luo Zhennan. He was 58 years old this year, and his hair was half white. Because his meridians were injured from the battle 17 years ago, he had been staying in the Hidden Scripture Pavilion to recuperate while guarding it.

Together with him were the Purple Mist Villa's Vice-Commander Han Meng and ten Body Tempering Realm guards.

The muscular man who was talking to Luo Zhennan was Han Meng, at the mid third-grade.