Chapter 57 - Sword Instructor Challenges Pupil to a Duel Using Real Swords. The Pupil Brings Boomstick Instead. The Pupil is Not From Florida.
At 8 AM, Yin Qingming and two elders arrived at the theater. Everybody carried a long steel sword.
Upon arrival, Yin Qingming’s eyes swept across the crowd. Outer disciples on the stand flinched, unable to sit straight.
Seeing how terrified everybody was, Yin Qingming smirked. Nobody could tell that Huli Jiubai was controlling the man from afar.
One of the elders, Liang Gan, took charge of the explanation. He stepped forward and announced.
"Welco to the internal examination. We are holding the test this quarter to encourage outer disciples to put more effort into sword training instead of shutting indoors and raising your cultivation base all day!"
The elite disciples all looked at Fu Tong, curious about his month-long seclusion. They wondered if the words were directed to him.
Liang Gan continued.
"As you know, sword mastery is categorized into five stages: 3rd rate, 2nd rate, first-rate, swordsman, and sword master. The differences between stages are the applications of sword skills, aura, and Qi. Combine these and master everything. You will beco a sword master in no ti!"
Fu Tong slightly shook his head. He had learned a better philosophy from practical experience and ga knowledge.
A sword master actually mastered nothing except a parlor trick. Real masters considered themselves imperfect and sought improvent as they cultivated. At the end of the road, they would discover their unique comprehension of their sword style and achieve the Dao of Sword, which was the final form of sword mastery. This logic also applied to other martial arts and weapons.
As Fu Tong disagreed with the brief lecture and explanation, his expression revealed his thoughts. The elder noticed it and frowned, but he continued explaining the exam’s nature of the new disciples.
"You are still young and new. We don’t expect you to beco a first-rate swordsman within a month or two. For those who have entered the sect this year, we expect you to achieve the second rate in this test. For the others, I want to see the performance of a first-rated swordsman! Furthermore, those who outperform others will receive 10,000 contribution points as a reward!"
Upon hearing of the reward, the elite group beca excited. Even Tang Youyan’s competitive spirit was ignited.
On the contrary, Fu Tong yawned. He wished he could go back and continue cultivating.
Noticing the disrespectful yawn, Liang Gan glared at Fu Tong.
"You seem disappointed. What is your na?"
"Fu Tong, sir."
"Good. You must be pretty skilled to not be interested in the test. Why don’t you co up onto the stage and perform the first three Feather Dance Sword moves?"
Feather Dance Sword referred to the signature sword technique of the Divine Cloud Sect. The sword style flowed like a dance, emphasizing light, rhythmic attacks. It was the most balanced sword style for beginners who had yet to specialize in anything.
Fu Tong sighed and jumped onto the stage. As he was a twin-halberd main, his style focused on powerful attacks and combos while he disregarded dodging for parrying and deflecting. Compared to speed-focused ones, his movent was a tier slower.
While holding a wooden stick with his left hand, he tucked his right hand behind his back. Casually, he adjusted his posture and raised the tip of the stick, pointing 45 degrees to the sky.
Liang Gan frowned once again. Before Fu Tong could demonstrate his techniques, he yelled.
"Where is your sword, disciple?!"
Fu Tong shrugged. "I don’t need one."
The elder scolded Fu Tong once more. "Are you an idiot?! After the demonstration, you will have to spar with , and I’ll be using a real sword! Do you think you can last more than two moves with that stick?!"
Fu Tong sighed.
"You’ve misunderstood . I don’t need a real sword to defeat you. I only need this stick to defeat you in one move. Instructor... whatever your na is... you’re not my opponent."
"HAH?!"
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The crowd murmured, wondering if Fu Tong had gone insane.
In the crowd, Long Hao was surprised not by Fu Tong’s statent, but by his self-exposure. He mumbled, sending a voice transmission to Long Bolin.
’That’s the man from the Lu Clan you’re looking for. What are you going to do with him?’
Behind Long Hao, Long Bolin sized up Fu Tong and frowned. He sensed sothing amiss.
’Is he masking his cultivation as Qi Condensation on purpose, or is his disguise incomplete? Young Master, have you tried checking his cultivation base now?’
’Huh?’
Long Hao’s eyes narrowed, and he examined Fu Tong’s strength. However, he found nothing unusual, except Fu Tong’s abnormally dense amount of Qi in his muscles.
It felt identical to a golden core or nascent soul cultivator. However, Fu Tong lacked the transford qualities and traits from those stages. It was as though Fu Tong was still a Qi Condensation cultivator with an abnormally high level.
Long Hao was not stupid. He deduced Fu Tong’s secret.
’That man’s cultivation thod allows him to raise his level beyond nine. That must be why.’
’WHAT?! Raising his level to over 9?! But why?!’
’I heard about it before. It slows down the person’s cultivation speed, but the practitioner’s foundation will beco so solid that he can transcend bottlenecks between major stages without relying on ascension pills, and his foundation will still be perfect! But if he takes a perfect advancent pill when he attempts to ascend, his gains will be double! Legends said that a level 100 Qi Condensation Stage is stronger than a level 9 nascent soul cultivator!’
Finally, Long Bolin realized how terrifying Fu Tong might be and why Yuei Wuxin wanted him dead. Making up his mind, he inford Long Hao of his plan.
’I’ll go and prepare my gears and my n. I don’t think I can take on him alone. Whatever his real cultivation base is, we can’t leave him alone, or he’ll beco too strong in the future!’
’Good. Go. Call in your friends and report this to your current master. If possible, tell them to co down and attack the sect if they can so that I can take advantage of the chaos and plunder the sect’s vault.’
’On it, young master! Please wait for . I’ll tell you when the team arrives!’
Long Bolin vanished and left the sect’s premises. No one but Long Hao sensed his presence.
Long Hao rubbed his chest, feeling the burning pain that he had inflicted upon himself. He waited for the day that he could trample on Fu Tong’s lifeless corpse and slaughter his family.
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