Wuxia: Drinking with Spring Breeze Chapter 375 - 189: I am My Way (Request for Monthly Votes)

Fengyang, the Yang Family.

Yang Yinghao, holding a scroll, walked slowly to the shore of Lotus Pond Lake. After scanning the area, just as he was about to speak, he swallowed his words back.

At the center of the fake mountain by the shore of Lotus Pond Lake, Yang Tiansheng, dressed in a loose white training suit, stood under the harsh sun. He continuously circulated his energy, and the fierce True Qi, like blazing flas, gathered between his hands without dispersing, rising and falling intermittently...

What made Yang Yinghao swallow the words he had on the tip of his tongue was the eight gleaming swords floating above Yang Tiansheng’s head, rotating fluidly around him as he manipulated them with his hands, occasionally emitting sounds that were either sharp or lodiously clear.

He stared intently at the eight swords, his gaze filled with admiration and pride, yet tinged with an indiscernible sense of loss and lancholy.

Such complex emotions typically reflected a father’s hope for his son to stand tall and make the family proud, yet not wishing for the son to surpass him too soon.

Because the growth of the next generation often signifies the aging of the previous one...

After a while, Yang Tiansheng, who had been channeling his energy for a long ti, suddenly clenched his fist and shouted loudly, "Gather!"

The eight gleaming swords responded to his command, suddenly rging into one large sword that spun rapidly above Yang Tiansheng’s head, the high-pitched, urgent sounds of Sword Qi making Yang Yinghao, who was watching from afar, genuinely worried that the swords might suddenly fall...

Yang Yinghao’s worry was indeed justified. As soon as the eight swords rged, an invisible recoil shook open Yang Tiansheng’s tightly clenched fist. The united swords also began to wobble and sway as the lights flickered.

Fortunately, Yang Tiansheng reacted swiftly. As soon as his right hand was shaken open, he forcefully exploded his True Qi, his forehead’s veins bulging as he slowly clenched his five fingers together again!

The Sword Qi of the eight swords gradually stabilized, and the pace of their rotation slowed, no longer as frenetic as before...

However, this was only the first step in the process of "Eight Swords Flying Together"!

Yang Tiansheng gritted his cheeks, gasping for breath like a fish out of water, his forehead veins becoming increasingly ferocious.

After adjusting for a dozen breaths, he steeled his heart and, shaking his arms upward, spread his hands and gathered all his strength to clasp them together, "Combine!"

As his words fell, the eight swords roared in unison, sending out eight streams of gleaming Sword Qi, which gradually closed together as his hands ca together...

The eight Sword Qi streams rged into four.

The four Sword Qi streams rged into two.

The closer he got to the end, the more difficult it was for Yang Tiansheng to bring his hands together, his purple face and taut muscles making it seem as though he was not lifting eight light swords but rather a heavy mountain!

The terrifyingly sharp aura emitted by the two strands of Sword Qi had reached a level that made even his father, Yang Yinghao, feel parched and terrified!

He couldn’t help but clench his fists tightly, gritting his teeth in silent support for his only son...

Yang Tiansheng held his breath, forcing his hands together until there was only a tiny gap left, and just as the two terrifying Sword Qi began to fuse, a spray of blood shot out of his nostrils...

With that, his body, taut as steel rods, suddenly went limp like a deflated ball, and his arms swung down towards Lotus Pond Lake, "Yang Ge, you really deserve to die!"

With that swing, the two rging Sword Qi fiercely struck towards Lotus Pond.

As the Sword Qi struck, it grew more than twenty ters upon contact with the wind, the fiery red Sword Qi seeming like an invincible divine weapon, splitting half of Lotus Pond Lake in one stroke.

In an instant, even the dark mud at the bottom of the pond was clearly visible...

"Boom!"

A trendous roar shook the whole estate violently, the lake water exploding several stories high, covering the sky and directly splashing into the pavilions, drenching Yang Yinghao thoroughly...

He stepped back in shock, looking at the mud and water on his body, completely flabbergasted.

anwhile, Yang Tiansheng, drained of strength, knelt on one knee atop the fake mountain, gasping for breath with blood dripping from his mouth and nose, muttering to himself as if possessed, "It’s not right... still not right... clearly... clearly Yang Ge did it so easily, why can’t I get it right?"

Yang Yinghao leaped onto the fake mountain, fumbling to take out a small gold bottle, unscrewed it, and poured out so pills, stuffing them into Yang Tiansheng’s mouth, "That’s enough, don’t push yourself too hard. Training is about balancing tension and relaxation, not blindly going it alone!"

Yang Tiansheng leaned back, lying on the fake mountain and breathing heavily, "You don’t understand, it’s not about whether it’s going it alone or not... "

Yang Yinghao scowled, "Then what is it?"

Yang Tiansheng thought for a mont, then punched his chest, "It’s the Qi, the intent, the spirit!"

Yang Yinghao opened his mouth, wanting to say sothing, but found himself at a loss for words.

This son’s training... he couldn’t even understand it, how could he offer any comntary?

He could even assure that even if he invited the Sect Hierarch himself, seeing this son’s martial arts, he would surely have to question his own life...

Martial arts... can it even be practiced like this?

"Yes, I don’t understand!"

Unable to provide a professional technical analysis, Yang Yinghao, giving up on treatnt, resorted to the unreasonable privilege of a father, "But I know, with your current energy, spirit, and soul, even if you push yourself to death, you definitely can’t achieve the ’Thousand Swords Flying Together’... That’s enough, if you keep this up, I’ll have to go summon your mother!"