Chapter 5: Guangyin Thirteen Blades
He stood up and swung the steel saber in his hand. A flash of white light appeared before his eyes, and with a swish, three saber lights flickered.
Frost Wind Saber Technique: Minor Achievement
Progress: 93%
Next Progress: Major Achievement
【Unyielding: Swing the saber five thousand times daily, persist for three months to achieve it.】
The Frost Wind Saber Technique was about to Breakthroug, but it still needed three months.
Since ancient times, Cultivation has been divided into fundamental Cultivation Techniques and Dao-protecting Spells.
Dao-protecting Spells are ranked from low to high: Spell, Spiritual Spell, Treasure Spell, Daoist Magic, etc.
Fundamental Cultivation Techniques are ranked: Spell Technique, Spiritual Technique, Treasure Technique, Dao Technique, etc.
As for artifacts, there are Magical Artifacts, Spiritual Artifacts, Treasure Artifacts, and Dao Artifacts.
The Mang Gu Qi is a fundamental Cultivation Technique, closely related to Cultivation progress, while the Frost Wind Saber Technique is a Dao-protecting Spell.
"If the Frost Wind Saber Technique is cultivated to Major Achievement, I can exchange for Decay-Life Hand from the Scripture Pavilion, and then prepare for the Cultivation of Guangyin Thirteen Blades.
As the saying goes, "The ends of the earth grow old, the years are a Frost Wind Saber."
Once this Frost Wind Saber Technique is cultivated to Major Achievement, it will combine with Decay-Life Hand.
When the two fuse into one, encompassing Decay-Life, birth and death, vicissitudes, and decay, the power of the Frost Wind Saber Technique will greatly increase.
If he can find the general outline of Dao Law in the future, he will be able to successfully learn the Legacy Spiritual Spell, Guangyin Thirteen Blades.
Guangyin Thirteen Blades, each blade a year, each blade hastening old age, far surpassing ordinary Spiritual Spells.
And Ye Yang already had a clue about the general outline of the Legacy of Guangyin Thirteen Blades.
Just then, a person slowly walked in from outside, and Ye Yang stood with his saber sheathed.
Seeing Wang Dong approach, Ye Yang was a little surprised, wondering why he had come.
"Junior Brother Wang, how may I help you?"
"Senior Brother Ye, I've heard your saber technique is sharp, and I'd like to spar a few moves."
"My saber never leaves its sheath for no reason, not to mention we are Senior Brother and Junior Brother, why resort to fighting?"
"Senior Brother, everyone says you've practiced your saber for ten years without striking a single blow. A Cultivator's Cultivation is a Heaven-Defying act; you can't just be a shrinking turtle."
"Practicing the saber for ten years, ceaselessly every day, the persistence is enough, but I wonder if this saber is sharp."
Wang Dong didn't allow him to refuse and attacked with a punch.
The fiery rain in his hand was like violent Origin Qi, rushing forward.
He wanted to test Ye Yang's true strength.
The person before him only knew how to practice diligently; no one had ever seen him make a move.
Even during Sect sparring and the annual year-end competitions, the other party only scratched the surface, never easily making a move.
"Since that's the case, I concede this match. I admit I am no match for Junior Brother."
Ye Yang slightly stepped back and said.
"You..."
Wang Dong felt like he had punched cotton, soft and weak, almost spitting out a mouthful of old blood.
"Senior Brother, make your move. If you don't draw your saber, I won't give up."
He attacked again.
Wang Dong was indeed very powerful.
The Listening Rain Heavenly Fire Skill was extremely hot, with fire threads and fire rain everywhere, and most importantly, it was mixed with poisonous Qi.
It made one feel slightly dizzy.
"Since that's the case, Junior Brother, take this!"
Seeing the opponent attacking, there was no avoiding it.
Ye Yang struck out with his saber, and the world became chaotic.
Wang Dong's movement technique was agile; he dodged slightly to the side, avoiding the saber light.
"Not bad! Again."
"Watch my Listening Rain Gourd Spell."
After speaking, he untied the yellowish-green gourd from his back, which spun around and shot out countless fiery rain lights, all striking Ye Yang's body.
Ye Yang dodged slightly, swinging his saber in a circle, creating a wheel of light. Cracking sounds rang out, blocking all the fiery rain.
Ye Yang stepped, soaring into the air. His hands were like entwined Dragons.
He struck forward with the momentum, heavily changing his saber slash to a flat strike, hitting Wang Dong's abdomen with a heavy blow.
Wang Dong grunted when hit by the back of the saber.
Bang!
Wang Dong was sent flying directly.
"Is this the Frost Wind Saber Technique? The sense of vicissitude and desolation is indeed hard to resist."
In the instant of their exchange, he felt his body undergoing temporal changes.
A sense of life and death, and vicissitude, surged into his heart, making him feel desolate and distressed, making it difficult even to resist.
"Junior Brother, you let me win. Your Listening Rain Heavenly Fire Skill is powerful; if we fought again, I might not win."
Wang Dong's face was dark. This was too damn perfunctory.
He stood up, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and turned to leave.
Zhu Mange, who happened to be looking for Ye Yang, suddenly witnessed this scene and was dumbfounded!
"This saber, so fast!"
In an instant, Wang Dong was sent flying backward.
Didn't they just say they were evenly matched, neck and neck?
Where was the even match?
After defeating Wang Dong,
Ye Yang continued practicing his saber as if nothing had happened.
Stroke after stroke.
It made Zhu Mange look at him with a slight sideways glance.
"As expected, he's the most Unyielding guy."
"This Senior Brother Ye is too fierce."
It was said that although this Senior Brother Ye's talent was ordinary, he had been practicing every single day since he began Cultivation.
Ten years ceaselessly, with astonishing perseverance and unparalleled endurance.
He was jokingly called the most Unyielding guy.
Now it seemed, the reputation was well-deserved.
After swinging the Frost Wind Saber Technique about seven hundred times, Ye Yang finally saw Zhu Mange and Zhu Hu Ting at the entrance.
Seeing this, he picked up the prepared Sleeping Dragon Jade Liquid, changed into a fresh set of clothes, and walked out the door.
The few of them walked into the Welcoming Guest Pavilion.
Bai Zizhen and Zhu Yue were arm in arm, chatting and laughing freely.
Bai Zizhen clapped his hands, and a team of slender maidservants already brought in exquisite dishes on platters.
After five courses, a whole fish was served, its head facing Zhu Yue.
"A fish head facing signifies Immortal wealth and prosperity, a flick of the fish tail brings blessings and longevity." There is often a saying about 'head three, tail four, back five, belly six.'
The fish head is usually given to the most distinguished person.
Zhu Yue cleared his throat and first picked the fattest piece for Bai Zizhen.
Then it was Ye Yang's turn.
"I've long heard that my nephew is sunny and cheerful, and diligent in Cultivation. When you arrive at Flying Heaven Gate, you should learn more from Master Ye."
Ye Yang quickly stood up to accept.
However, Zhu Yue did not mention a single word about him and Zhu Mange's matter.
Ye Yang naturally knew that he was probably not qualified enough in front of this Clan Chief Zhu.
Although he viewed these things lightly, he still felt a little unhappy inside.
But on the surface, he remained calm and composed.
Zhu Yue was slightly surprised to see that Ye Yang did not try to curry favor with him or mention the matter with Zhu Mange.
He had expected this Disciple to talk to him about this, hoping to get help from the Zhu family to aid his Cultivation.
He had already prepared words of refusal, but he did not expect that the other party's demeanor was well-measured, neither humble nor arrogant, outwardly accommodating but inwardly principled, not mentioning a single word.
If he were younger, he would never have been able to be so composed.
On the other hand, he also felt a little regret.
Late into the night, the banquet ended.
Ye Yang walked back to his room, forcing himself to concentrate, and slowly drew out his steel saber.
Under the moonlight, the curved saber was like the moon, its blade reflecting a cold light. He raised and lowered his hand, and the heavy curved saber danced lightly in his hands.
Cold glints burst forth, and streaks of silver afterimages flowed like silver water in the night sky.
Effort! Struggle! Persistence!
Ye Yang shouted, and the speed of his saber became faster and faster. Human relations should not be relied upon; they are merely external appearances.
What truly controls one's destiny is always powerful strength; one must never put the cart before the horse.
Outwardly accommodating but inwardly principled, that was his way of dealing with the world.
After finishing five thousand saber swings, Ye Yang felt sweat pouring down his body, his thick cotton clothes were soaked on his back, his hair was messy, and drops of sweat fell from his forehead.
He was drenched in sweat, as if he had just taken a bath, and his whole body ached. Ye Yang tiredly crawled into bed, and combined with the effects of alcohol, he quickly fell into a deep sleep.
Evening.
A tall figure stood by the window, holding an old brass pipe, and took a puff.
Then he exhaled a large puff of white smoke, which swirled around, illuminating his flickering eyes.
It was Zhu Yue.
On the wicker chair behind Zhu Yue, Zhu Mange sat with her legs crossed, sipping a cup of fragrant tea alone.
Looking at his daughter's innocent and romantic expression, a warm current flashed through Zhu Yue's heart.
"Mange, what do you think of Ye Yang?"
Zhu Mange put down her mahogany teacup when she heard Zhu Yue say this, looked at him, and said, "He's alright."
Zhu Yue's thoughts drifted back more than twenty years ago, when he was still in his prime, his body still robust.
When he drank, he would urinate three feet against the wind, fueled by the alcohol.
But now, after a few nights of drinking, his head was splitting, and he couldn't help but sigh that he was truly old.
When he was young, it was the most perilous time for Flying Heaven Gate, when the Sect's Peach Blossom Dock was forcibly occupied.
He fought side by side with Hall Master Ye, but the difference was that he hid among the corpses and escaped, while Hall Master Ye charged ahead, fought to the death without retreating, and eventually died with his head separated from his body.
"Brother Zhu, if you hide, and I hide, and everyone in the Sect hides, how can the Sect prosper in the long run?"
"We Cultivators, come through wind and rain, what do we fear from death!"
So, Hall Master Ye died, and he lived.
Living, there are infinite possibilities.
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