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Chapter 17 The Realm of Unity
The section for Dao Fruits lit up again.
"Why is it skill-based cultivation again?"
Song Shen thought he would get a different Dao Fruit this time, but it turned out to be the same as before.
"Give it a try?"
Song Shen's gaze swept towards the level of the Chasing Wind Blade Technique, where a '+' sign slowly appeared.
The small plus sign represents deep blue, talent, and hard work.
To not use the Dao fruit is to be a complete fool.
Song Shen couldn't wait any longer and pressed the '+' sign on the spot.
The next moment, that wondrous change occurred once again.
Seven months, filled with the clash of sweat and talent, under the unparalleled talent that would be proven forever, he continued to wield his sword without a moment's rest.
The relentless practice and the everlasting blessing of a single certificate ensure that experience only accumulates and never fades, allowing each practice of a move to bring about a new beginning.
Gradually, all impurities were stripped away from his swordsmanship.
In the world of swords and sabers, there is an inevitable mix of hesitation, doubt, fear, and bewilderment, which will undoubtedly diminish a swordsman's control over his longsword.
How much impurity can one truly remove from the movements of their body, mind, and sword? This may be the limit for every swordsman who strives for a higher level of mastery.
Seven months.
During this period of time, without any waste or fatigue, Song Shen, like wringing out the moisture from clothes, honed his skills through repeated practice, eventually discovering the true essence of swordsmanship.
When everything comes to an end.
Song Shen ended this focused journey with a feeling of being deeply moved.
The panel displayed some truly encouraging results.
【Wind Chasing Blade Technique (Combined 1%)】
[When body and mind are in harmony, and mind and sword are in harmony, and the strength of the whole body is perfectly unified, this state is called unity.]
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Song Shen let out a long roar of joy, drew his sword and swung it in the air, imagining a waterfall in front of him.
The long sword flashed by, drawing a perfectly round arc.
He gathered all his strength and channeled it into the blade. The blade, bearing the shockwaves from the surging blood and qi, emitted a series of intense buzzing sounds.
Most importantly, that tiny glint of light on the tip of the knife has now become as bright as a star!
"The sword light is concentrated in one point? I'm afraid even Old Feng can't match my swordsmanship."
Song Shen knew that this was a sign that the force was highly concentrated on the blade. Having reached this level, he had truly entered the inner sanctum of the Wind Chasing Blade Technique.
My own strength has increased significantly!
With a renewed sense of security, Song Shen felt that with his current strength, he was no longer afraid even when facing a master at the initial stage of the Tendon Refining realm. After all, how many martial artists could remove the impurities from their swords and blades to such a level as he had, thus achieving a level of perfect and unified internal strength?
Song Shen sheathed his sword and stood up, watching the ripples on the water gradually disappear. He put his bamboo hat back on and strode away into the thick fog.
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Wei Dashu's death was suspicious, and the Cao family did not ignore their servants, so they sent people to investigate thoroughly for several days.
There has been no news of them.
According to his friends, Wei Dashu had already left the fishing village the day before Master Cao's birthday. The village was in chaos that day, with everyone busy with their own affairs.
Subsequent investigation revealed that Wei Dashu had a long-standing habit of frequenting gambling dens and brothels. Although he didn't earn much money, he went there whenever he had free time.
He had just recently incurred a gambling debt.
Those who get involved with this substance often become acquainted with gangsters and may bring shame to the Cao family in the future.
The investigation had been sufficient to produce a vague report. The village's higher-ups took a general look and then dropped the matter.
New staff arrived at Song Shen's courtyard, replenishing the manpower, and all work continued as usual.
Unbeknownst to him, Qian Huan's gaze toward Song Shen was now filled with apprehension.
He is old, but he never acts arrogantly because of his age, and he never thinks that he can put on airs among young people or that he is more capable because of his age.
in contrast,
As he grew older, he became more and more cautious. After all, if getting older meant becoming stronger, there wouldn't be so many martial artists with tragic old age.
Having experienced so many years in the martial arts world, I've long seen how many seasoned veterans capsize in their final years, their life's achievements vanishing like smoke, becoming objects of ridicule.
However, the seemingly harmless young servant boy possessed such ruthless methods and composure, managing to handle the investigation and interrogation with such ease, as if it were none of his business. If he hadn't seen through the situation clearly, he would have truly underestimated the ruthless nature hidden beneath the gentle exterior.
To be fair, Qian Huan prefers people like Wei Dashu, who wear their ambitions and thoughts on their sleeves, to this type of ruthless character.
Unfortunately, you can't associate with fools.
"Boss Qian, what are you thinking about?"
"It's nothing. After I leave, you'll be in charge of everyone. I, Lao Qian, am entrusting the brothers to you."
Hearing Old Man Qian's words, Song Shen was slightly taken aback and said, "Old Man Qian, aren't you leaving in a few more days?"
Qian Huan chuckled, "When I leave, it'll be without a sound. Do grown men really need to put on such a show?"
Liu Shuisheng, standing to the side, asked in astonishment, "Brother Qian, didn't you say you'd treat us to dinner after you left?"
Qian Huan scoffed, "You actually took this joke seriously? I'll treat you to a grilled fish at the manor later, that would be a great favor."
Liu Shuisheng shook his head: "Does it take your money to treat me to a meal of grilled fish? I should have seen it coming long ago, you old Qian, you've been a penniless laborer your whole life."
Qian Huan, feeling humiliated, retorted angrily, "How dare you talk to me like that? I'm your superior!"
Liu Shuisheng said calmly, "I need to get used to life as the new boss now. You should go back to where you came from."
A furious shout came from the water.
It was as if they knew nothing at all.
"It's better to be a little confused," Old Qian said.
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After losing Lao Qian, Song Shen realized that being a guard was so much more enjoyable than being a servant.
Now he has his own independent little courtyard.
Although it was just a small courtyard converted from a woodshed, it was already the most comfortable place he had ever stayed since he came to this world.
"Don't think being a guard is easy. You'd better watch your step from now on, or you'll be the first one to have your wages docked if anything happens!"
Feng Zhiyuan said sourly.
This kid is only a few years old and has only been here for a few years, yet he's already a guard.
Moreover, in some unknown corner, this guy was highly valued by Master Li, which made Old Feng a little jealous.
I still remember how disheveled and humble the boy looked when we brought him out of that servant's courtyard. Now, he has become a martial arts master, making people almost forget that he is only a teenager.
"I still need to learn more from Brother Feng," Song Shen grinned.
Feng Zhiyuan had taken good care of him, and Song Shen was naturally grateful to him.
"Well, there's nothing much to say. Just do your job well and good results will come naturally."
As a second-class guard, Feng Zhiyuan did not need to patrol around like Song Shen and others every day. Instead, he had begun to oversee a region or carry out certain special tasks.
Since it was a rare occasion for Feng Zhiyuan to come all this way, Song Shen hurriedly sought advice from this senior fellow student.
"Senior Brother Feng, how exactly is this practice of internal energy cultivation carried out? My progress has been a bit slow lately, and I would like to ask you for some guidance."
Ever since Song Shen became Lao Li's personal disciple, Feng Zhiyuan has found the term "senior brother" particularly pleasing.
"In that case, I will teach you properly and demonstrate your method of training your strength."