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Chapter 8 Wind-Chasing Blade, Primordial Chaos Technique
Between the fellow disciples, they asked and answered questions, and before they knew it, several hours had passed.
Song Shen looked at the panel.
Name: Song Shen
[Martial Arts: Hunyuan Stance (Perfect); Hunyuan Skill (Level 1 1%); Chasing Wind Saber Technique (Freehand 1%)]
[Path Fruit: None]
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"Although Master Li will not see you for the time being, he will personally examine your progress in a while. If you have the talent, he will take you in. If you cannot learn it, then forget it."
Feng Zhiyuan gave him a final instruction, "Because the Wind Chasing Blade Technique you have learned is his own unique skill, you must not disgrace this technique, understand?"
Song Shen readily agreed, and before leaving, Feng Zhiyuan handed him a large steel sword.
After bowing again, Song Shenyuan left.
And so, three months passed.
Song Shen lived his life day by day, and the routine consisted of the same few things: patrolling, working, and most importantly... cultivating.
"Martial arts training involves capturing qi and blood, cultivating it to the point of internal strength, then building muscle bridges, regenerating bones and ligaments, revitalizing internal organs, and cleansing the blood and marrow..."
Song Shen silently recited the path of martial arts. After the marrow cleansing and blood transfusion, one reaches a state of returning to one's innate nature. However, just how powerful this state is is beyond the comprehension of someone at Song Shen's level.
After mastering martial arts, one should focus on nourishing one's qi and blood to develop strength.
The first level of Hunyuan Gong is this method of cultivating strength, but Song Shen is currently only a beginner and has not yet grasped its true essence.
As for the levels of swordsmanship, they can be divided into: freehand, penetrating, unified, seizing the opportunity, and transforming intent.
Generally speaking, practicing swordsmanship involves several stages. The first is mastering the moves. Although one may have grasped the form but lost the spirit, one has already begun to possess power.
To reach a higher level, one must thoroughly integrate all techniques and power exertion, achieving a state of consummate skill. Most martial artists may fail at this level, becoming blinded by the techniques and unable to make further progress, largely due to insufficient comprehension and lack of opportunity.
The next level is when the body's strength is perfectly unified, achieving complete harmony between man and blade. At this level, one becomes a true master, and ordinary opponents die upon seeing them.
Beyond that lies a realm of profound mystery, which Song Shen was unable to fully comprehend at the moment, so he refrained from pursuing such lofty ambitions.
With that in mind, I opened the panel.
[Hun Yuan Gong (30%)]
【Wind Chasing Blade Technique (87% for free-range combat)】
【Boatmanship (Proficiency 80%)】
[Tracking (Proficient 85%)]
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Seeing this progress, Song Shen felt somewhat dissatisfied, but he quickly consoled himself.
You have to eat one bite at a time.
It hasn't been long since I went from being a beast of burden to a servant who can eat meat every day. I shouldn't be too ambitious, but rather see the path ahead clearly to avoid falling.
However, the gradual and meticulous process of cultivating qi and blood and developing strength, such as the Hunyuan Gong, is difficult to improve, but Song Shen's swordsmanship is quite advanced.
The main challenge lies in the techniques themselves, which is indeed not difficult for Song Shen, who possesses the Yizheng Yongzheng panel.
After all, once he learns something, he will never forget it; he just needs to keep practicing new moves.
"With my current skills... I'm already considered one of the best among ordinary servants..."
Although his martial arts level is not high, his knife skills are about to enter the second level, a skill that ordinary servants would never possess.
During this time, Song Shen wrote a letter to his sister and sent her some money.
He was too busy to go.
During this time,
The Cao family had been aggressively acquiring land in Green Lake. During this period, the Huang family, another prominent family in Xinyu, was also actively expanding their influence. Although the two families had not explicitly started a war, there were constant frictions between them.
In addition, there are many river bandits roaming the area, and fishermen occasionally sneak into the fishing grounds to poach.
Of course, as a servant, Song Shen had no chance to fight.
However, the patrol mission was equally demanding.
Looking again at the skills listed for boat handling and tracking, Song Shen couldn't help but sigh; there were even more miscellaneous skills now.
"Song Shen, you're here. Go on patrol!"
Team leader Qian Huan suddenly called out from outside, and Song Shen responded and came out.
Qian Huan whispered, "Pay attention! We've received intelligence that bandits are lurking in Old Pig Valley. Keep a close eye on them, everyone. Be on your guard! Swords and spears have no eyes!"
Song Shen and his team were mainly responsible for the Laozhuwa area, which was overgrown with reeds and abundant with aquatic plants. The terrain was very complex, and it was usually a blind spot for patrols. It was originally a perfect spot for anglers.
However, now that the Cao family has closed off the lake, fishermen can no longer come here, but some people still come here to poach. Some even manage to hide for several days in a row using the complex terrain before sneaking out, making it almost impossible to guard against.
but,
Even river bandits came to poach it, and Song Shen began to realize that this spirit fish was indeed extraordinary.
As they spoke, everyone boarded the small boat.
"Song Shen, you take the helm!"
As the team leader, Qian Huan didn't have high expectations for Song Shen's martial arts skills, since he had only been there for a few days. However, he did value Song Shen's boat handling skills very much.
"it is good."
Song Shen picked up the oar, and in an instant, the small boat sped forward, cutting through the waves.
The night was pitch black.
The crowd raised their torches. Qian Huan, a member of the Cao family's elite guards, focused intently on the task at hand, his qi and blood flowing freely. He dared not be negligent at all.
Among the servants present were several skilled fighters, and all of them drew their swords, ready for battle.
These bandits were all vicious and ruthless thugs, known for their willingness to risk their lives; no one dared to be disrespectful.
The terrain before us became increasingly complex, and the reeds swayed precariously in the night wind, like floating ghosts, while the air was filled with the rustling sounds of the autumn wind blowing away the weeds.
Song Shen fully activated his [Tracking] skill, and suddenly glanced at Qian Huan out of the corner of his eye, signaling to him. The latter was taken aback, but immediately understood.
Qian Huan said in a deep voice, "If a fight breaks out later, Ah Shen, you'll be in charge of steering the boat. Don't do anything. You were sent by Old Feng, and I don't want anything to happen to you. Everyone else, be careful!"
Everyone was stunned. "Boss Qian, where's anyone?"
Qian Huan exhaled and shouted, "Right there! Sound the gong!"
With a pointed sword, the crowd indeed saw a tremor in the withered grass.
Wei Dashu, who was beside him, immediately struck the gong, and the sound echoed across the lake. Before long, a series of noises came from afar, clearly indicating that Cao's men from the fishing grounds had taken action.
"I didn't expect you guys to find me even though I was hiding so well?"
A sinister voice sneered.
"Big brother, shall we fight them?"
"Hmph! The Cao family is coming; let's go!"
"Haha, with the third brother's boat-handling skills, they'll all be left eating shit!"
Amidst the laughter, a speedboat sped across the crisscrossing waters. At a glance, everyone knew how familiar these bandits were with the place; the boatman was an expert swimmer, and the small boat moved like lightning across the complex waters.
Qian Huan said, "Song Shen, it's up to you now!"
Song Shen nodded, picked up the oar, and the small boat sped off, chasing after the other boat.