Chapter 12: Chapter 012: Shattering Star Sword Technique!
After breakfast, Ling Feng followed Duanmu Qingshan upstairs.
Ling Feng took out the Stone Marrow Flower Dew he had collected and said indifferently, "Master, if you drink the dew from the Stone Marrow Flower every morning and then take the medicine that I've prepared for you, I will administer the second acupuncture treatment in half a month."
Duanmu Qingshan nodded, "Can that expel the dark injury within me?"
"Not yet," Ling Feng shook his head, "My cultivation is, after all, still insufficient."
"My injury, I appreciate your concern."
Duanmu Qingshan patted Ling Feng on the shoulder, "Since you've entered my tutelage, it is naturally my duty to do right by my disciple."
"The 'Asking Immortal Qi Refining Technique' is a cultivation method of the Inner Sect of the Wenxian Sect. You don't need to think about changing your mental method for the time being. However, as for martial techniques..."
Duanmu Qingshan paused, then slowly said, "I saw you fight with a disciple from Feixing Peak yesterday, you seem to have a strong ability to imitate. You learned the opponent's martial technique just by watching it once."
"I simply copied what I saw," Ling Feng touched his nose and said with an awkward smile.
"Being able to learn it so accurately indicates that your eye power is quite extraordinary," Duanmu Qingshan looked at Ling Feng and said solemnly, "I will teach you a set of swordsmanship first!"
As he said this, Duanmu Qingshan reached out and grasped, and a narrow sword as black as ink appeared out of thin air in his hand.
Ling Feng's eyelid twitched, recognizing this as the legendary storage space.
All these years, he and Ling Kun had traveled far and wide; although he had never seen a storage space, he had heard of such treasures existing.
"Watch closely."
Duanmu Qingshan leaped up, flipped his palm, and, gripping the ink-black narrow sword, moved like a swift wind, dancing about.
In an instant, the narrow sword seemed to transform into a sky full of stars, and clusters of sword flowers rippled through the air!
Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!
Ling Feng's eyes widened; all those Black Wind Claw techniques and the like were simply trash compared to this swordsmanship!
He quickly activated his Heavenly Dao Eye. Such swordsmanship was too complex, and with his eyes alone, he could barely remember a few moves before forgetting the previous sequences.
However, once the Heavenly Dao Eye was activated, every move and sequence became crystal clear.
This ability to "Duplicate Martial Skills" was truly a defiance of the heavens!
Duanmu Qingshan's sword light flitted by, and streaks of pale white Sword Qi surged through the air; those star-like dazzling sword flowers, swept over by the crescent-like Sword Qi, then connected in a line, suddenly shattered and dissipated into nihility.
"What formidable swordsmanship!"
Ling Feng, excitedly clinching his fist, thought if he used this swordsmanship against Shi Tailong, even if his True Qi cultivation was far weaker, the swordsmanship's variations would surely lead to Shi Tailong's utter defeat!
"This swordsmanship, called 'Shattering Star Sword Technique,' was created by the founding patriarch of Wenxian Sect. In Wenxian Sect, it was originally only available to True Disciples above the Qi Condensation Realm. However, since you are now my Closed-door disciple, Duanmu Qingshan, why not pass it on to you?"
Ling Feng took a deep breath. Swordsmanship that only Qi Condensation Realm masters were qualified to cultivate?
Within the Wenxian Sect, perhaps only Duanmu Qingshan would dare to act so recklessly.
"Here's the Sword Manual, take it and study it," Duanmu Qingshan extracted a secret manual and tossed it over.
Martial techniques were not simply about mastering moves; the higher-level the martial technique, the more intricate the accompanying Qi Circulation Technique.
In Duanmu Qingshan's view, although Ling Feng could rapidly master the sword moves by imitating, it would still take some time to truly master the essence of this swordsmanship.
This swordsmanship would keep him "occupied" for quite a while.
Although he had completely duplicated the "Shattering Star Sword Technique" in his mind, Ling Feng still accepted the secret manual. After expressing his gratitude and taking his leave, he began to ponder over the swordsmanship.
Feixing Peak.
"That old monster, he actually took action for Ling Feng?" Yang Wei's complexion was somber, staring intently at Shi Tailong as he asked coldly.
"Yes... yes..." Shi Tailong, still recovering from his fright, said, "He... he also said that he has taken Ling Feng as his Closed-door Disciple and warned Master not to harm a hair on Ling Feng's head, or else he would make you regret it!"
"Humph!" Yang Wei's eyes grew cold, and he spoke icily, "What a move, Old Bastard Duanmu, you finally couldn't restrain yourself, could you?"
Beside Yang Wei stood a man with an imposing aura, the same black-robed man from the disciple acceptance hall, Lee Liang.
Lee Liang narrowed his eyes and said sinisterly, "It seems that boy called Ling Feng, although mediocre in talent, must have some special skill for Duanmu Qingshan to stand up for him."
"Just a waste, what kind of waves can he cause?" Yang Wei said coldly, "But as for Old Bastard Duanmu, does he really intend to pass on the 'Sword Scripture' to that waste?"
"It's not a bad thing to pass it on to that waste, actually," Lee Liang chuckled, "I was worried that Old Bastard Duanmu wouldn't pass it on!"
"What do you mean?" Yang Wei asked, frowning.
"A greenhorn kid is, after all, easier to deal with than a tough old bastard like Old Bastard Duanmu, right?" Lee Liang laughed wickedly.
"Oh!" Yang Wei then seemed to understand, "We may not be able to deal with Old Bastard Duanmu, but can't we handle a brat? Hahaha! Smart, Junior Brother Lee, very smart!"
"So, Senior Brother Yang, rest easy. That kid won't escape our grip. That 'Sword Scripture' will sooner or later fall into our hands!"
For a moment, the two sly and crafty villains laughed together, their devious laughter echoing through Feixing Hall, unceasingly...