"Today, I’ll let you witness the Immortal Sword arts of my Kongtong Sect."
A smug smile played on Bai Feiyu’s lips. His gaze hardened, the smile vanished, and his longsword shot toward Zhao Rui.
Zhao Rui’s eyes lit up with desire for this Immortal Sword art, so of course, he wouldn’t use his real strength. With a casual point of his finger, his "evolved" Profound Yin Sword Pointing shot out a beam of sword light to et the incoming Immortal Sword.
"New copyable Cultivation Technique detected: Profound Celestial Sword Technique. Copy?"
"Copy!"
There was no need to even hesitate.
Truth be told, Zhao Rui didn’t have many Sword Techniques in his arsenal. After all, the pinnacle of Martial Arts was simplicity over complexity. At higher levels, there were few opportunities to use specific Sword Techniques.
The best he had was the Thunderbolt Swordsmanship.
It specialized in a single Thunderous Strike, with wide, sweeping movents. There was nothing flashy about it.
Furthermore, he possessed Sword Intent. Forget Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Root; even turning his sword into a rainbow streak—Sword into Long Rainbow—was no difficult feat for him.
It was just that he didn’t have a Treasure Sword on hand and rarely used Sword Techniques in his daily life.
"Sword Pointing?"
Bai Feiyu knew a thing or two. Seeing Zhao Rui conjure a Sword Pointing out of thin air that could stand against his Immortal Sword, he knew this man would not be easy to deal with.
He began to take the fight a bit more seriously.
The techniques in his hands grew sharper and more ferocious.
The Profound Celestial Sword Technique was the Gui Xu Kongtong Sect’s premier Sword Control Technique. It allowed one to use Divine Soul Power and True Qi to control their longsword, reaching the realm of Mixed Elent Ruyi, where the sword moved as one’s heart desired.
When paired with a special Controller Technique, this Cultivation Technique allowed its user to temper and control even ordinary Treasure Swords through its unique thods.
Even without cultivating Sword Intent or possessing a Supre Divine Sword, it didn’t stop Kongtong Disciples from flying on their swords and becoming Sword Control Experts.
This was fundantally different from the Ei Sect’s thod of using Sword Intent to command a Divine Sword.
Bai Feiyu’s posture was ramrod straight. As he weaved and dodged, his movents were elegant and free-spirited. The longsword circled around him, moving with his body, launching forth at his direction.
The hum of the longsword cutting through the air was exceptionally pleasant, as if providing a musical accompanint to his Sword Techniques.
The junior and senior brothers who had followed him all cheered, giving Zhao Rui a strange feeling.
’Am I just an extra in his performance, here to make him look cool?’
After they fought for several hundred moves and the system prompted that the copy was complete, Zhao Rui couldn’t be bothered to play with him anymore. His figure flickered, and he dodged the longsword, then snatched it out of the air with a backhand grab.
"Is that all there is to it?"
Zhao Rui flicked the blade with his finger, and it let out a sharp ring.
Bai Feiyu’s expression changed drastically. He frantically ford hand seals for his Magic Technique, only to find the longsword remained perfectly still in his opponent’s hand, as if he had lost all control over it.
"Give back my flying sword...!"
Bai Feiyu reached out to snatch the longsword from Zhao Rui’s grasp.
"Here you go, you piece of junk!"
With a casual wave of his hand, Zhao Rui sent the longsword flying back toward Bai Feiyu with a SWOOSH.
Bai Feiyu hastily dodged aside, then reached out to grab the longsword and regain control.
"I gave it back. You’d better hold on tight!"
Zhao Rui laughed heartily. His figure flickered, his palms striking like the wind as he unleashed thirteen consecutive techniques in an instant.
Bai Feiyu scrambled to block with his sword, all his previous elegance completely gone.
"Sword, co!"
Zhao Rui strode forward, driving with an elbow and a palm strike. Using the montum of his turn, his left hand instantly clamped down on the blade of Bai Feiyu’s sword.
He released a small burst of True Qi, and a strange vibration instantly traveled through the entire length of the longsword.
The vibration numbed Bai Feiyu’s palm, and his grip instantly loosened.
With a hook and twist of two fingers, Zhao Rui took the longsword back once again.
"See? I gave it back, but you couldn’t even hold onto it!"
Zhao Rui said, shaking his head gently.
At that mont, Bai Feiyu finally understood. This wasn’t so young punk looking for trouble.
’This is a freaking master!’
He imdiately retreated in haste, then leaped into the air and fled into the distance.
As he ran, he shouted, "You’re just a senior bullying a junior! If you’ve got any guts, wait for my master to get here!"
The mont he fled, the young disciple who had been sent for backup—the one with the sharpest eyes and quickest mind—saw his senior brother turn tail. Without a mont’s hesitation, he bolted and ran after him.
Now, the other accompanying disciples were dumbfounded.
’You two were the main instigators, and you ran off! What are we supposed to do?’
One by one, they stared awkwardly at Zhao Rui, not daring to run, not daring to move.
"Are you still here? Waiting for to serve you dinner?"
Zhao Rui said irritably.
As soon as he spoke, the group felt as if they’d been granted a pardon and hastily scrambled back in the direction of the Kongtong Sect.
Watching them flee, Zhao Rui picked up Bai Feiyu’s longsword and examined it. The material was average, far inferior to the quality of the young disciple’s sword.
’Looks like that young disciple’s status is higher than Bai Feiyu’s.’
With two longswords in hand, Zhao Rui could now be considered a "Swordsman."
With a casual flick, he stuck Bai Feiyu’s longsword into the sandy ground beside him.
Zhao Rui sat down cross-legged, took out his phone, and called his cousin’s husband and Master Qingyang while eating so grilled fish.
He was, of course, telling them about the strange fish.
If they could be found here, there was no guarantee they wouldn’t be in the Yellow River Basin.
It was best to conduct a thorough investigation.
After finishing his calls, Zhao Rui had also nearly finished the fish. He casually tossed the remains on the ground, drew the young disciple’s longsword, and washed and wiped it by the riverbank.
He then picked up Bai Feiyu’s longsword again. Holding both swords in a reverse grip, he drifted gracefully in the direction of Kongtong.
He traveled like this for over ten li.
Ahead of him, several figures were walking on air.
The one in the lead had long hair and a long beard. He had a sturdy fra, but his large potbelly was particularly eye-catching.
Bai Feiyu and the young disciple stood on either side of him, looking slender and small by comparison.
"Which fellow Daoist is that ahead? I am Xue Muhua of the Kongtong Sect. I offer you my greetings."
’So this is the backup Bai Feiyu brought,’ Zhao Rui thought. ’He’s quite polite, at least.’
’Courtesy before combat?’
"Zhao Rui, of the Qingcheng Sword Sect!"
Zhao Rui spoke nonchalantly, but his voice was as clear as if he were whispering in their ears, reaching everyone present.
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