Chapter 4: Young Girl
Such speed, this person has a remarkable vision
Xu Yuncheng pondered for a moment, cautiously making his way toward the direction from which the sound came. This place was sparsely populated, and it was possible that he would return here in the future to cultivate his star techniques. Given the discovery of such a strange occurrence, it was best to investigate; otherwise, it would inevitably become a hidden danger.
The young girl looked through the books with some disappointment and let out a soft hum. Then, with a wave of her hand, she took out dozens more. Finally, her gaze settled on a book titled "Cloud Smoke Star Sword." A hint of a smile appeared on her delicate face as she said, "This 'Cloud Smoke Star Sword' is renowned for its ethereal grace, but it requires the opening of one hundred and fifty acupoints. It seems I will need to ask my grandfather for help."
The young man in the white robe looked at Xu Yun, who was blocking his way, and his brows furrowed slightly before returning to normal. He then stepped aside gracefully, and his elegant figure drew the admiration of the passing disciples, who all stopped to praise him
Indeed, I was overthinking it. Xu Yun sighed helplessly; the power of the stars during the day is indeed pitifully scarce. No wonder those disciples are all practicing their star techniques during the day.
"Hmph, with such a silver tongue, how infuriating." The girl in green was even more enraged; she stamped her small foot, and a fierce wind surged around her. Her body faintly radiated golden starlight, and even the enormous sword that was once again cleaving towards Xu Yun was tinged with blinding golden brilliance.
Xu Yun's eyes brightened at this sight, and he let out a light chuckle. With both hands, he continuously tapped the massive sword's blade, producing an incessant "ding ding" sound, leaving the young girl utterly defenseless, her eyes filled with astonishment.
Thinking of this, I couldn't help but shake my head and sigh: "What a pity for such a powerful star technique to be used by such a young girl; it truly seems somewhat inappropriate."
However, his focus is not limited to these aspects. As the girl dances, the giant sword creates swirling winds, and wherever the sword points, dust and debris scatter, highlighting a kind of savage beauty. Yet, when paired with the girl's delicate features, it appears strikingly discordant
Xu Yun was striding through the dense forest when suddenly a loud rumbling sound reached his ears. He listened intently for a moment, feeling increasingly puzzled. When he first arrived, he found it strangely quiet on the mountain, as if there was not a single person in sight. But now, the sound suggested that someone was deliberately causing destruction.
Regardless of the thoughts of the young girl, at this moment, Xu Yun was on his way to the Zixing Martial Pavilion, his face unable to hide his joy, murmuring to himself: "I never expected that my strength of four thousand jin combined with 'Swift Wind and Thunder' would be this powerful. However, that young girl's giant sword is truly sturdy; the penetration effect of 'Swift Wind and Thunder' didn't even break it. This sword must be a treasure. Yet, I don't have any ill feelings towards that young girl; I really feel embarrassed to take it from her."
When Xu Yun looked in that direction, he saw a disheveled man sprawled on a low square table, soundly asleep. His head was covered with tangled, dry yellow hair spread across the table, and faint snoring could be heard from beneath the hair. Xu Yun realized that this person was likely not ordinary, perhaps even the guard of the Purple Star Martial Pavilion; otherwise, it would be too strange.
Xu Yun felt a surge of agitation brewing within him. After flipping through countless volumes of star techniques, he still could not find one suitable for his cultivation. In a fit of anger, he threw the book he was holding back, and with a flick of his sleeve, he strode directly towards the exit of the Martial Pavilion
Bang bang
Unfortunately, Xu Yun sighed and directly turned to the next book
Xu Yun gritted her teeth, gazing at the endless bookshelf before her, and continued to flip through the books one by one. However, her rapid page-turning caught the attention of many, especially a tall, dark-skinned young man who began to whisper to a woman in black beside him.
The young girl stared blankly at the figure disappearing among the trees, feeling an inexplicable sense of fear in her heart. The anger on her face had long since faded, and her astonishment was evident. She murmured to herself: "To think that such astonishing power could be unleashed with just 4,000 pounds of force. That person must have truly not wanted to hurt me; otherwise, with a bit more strength, I would likely have been injured."
The girl's sword-swinging motion noticeably paused, and her body felt unusually stiff.
This series of actions actually occurred in an instant, and even Xu Yun himself did not anticipate that, with his own strength of 4,000 jin, combined with the speed enhancement of "swift as the wind and lightning," along with the effects of paralysis and penetration, he would unleash such power, rendering the girl with 7,000 jin of strength utterly defenseless.
This little girl is actually serious, but it seems she only has the strength of about 7,000 pounds. Xu Yun thought of this and felt a surge of confidence; as long as he used "Swift Wind and Thunder", he would be unharmed
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The power of Xingxiu is formidable; strength is merely secondary. In battle, the mastery of timing, the application of Xingyun, and the selection of Xingji are the keys. However, these are also the most difficult aspects to control. Anyone who can master these three points is undoubtedly among the top figures of their peers
Xu Yun hid behind the trunk of a giant tree, peering ahead at a clearing a hundred meters away, where a girl in green was wielding a massive iron sword. This sword measured four feet long and one foot wide, resembling a door panel. It was hard to imagine such a delicate girl could be swinging such a colossal object in such a remote place. The visual impact of this scene was truly overwhelming.
Xu Yun made up his mind and stood up, directly heading down the mountain.
As far as the eye can see, a row of neatly arranged wooden bookshelves extends inward, seemingly without end. Each bookshelf is divided by partitions of various sizes, densely filled with tomes recording the techniques of the stars, as if they form a series of chessboards densely populated with star power, leaving one dazzled.
Time passed little by little, and Xu Yun could no longer remember how many volumes of star techniques he had read. Initially, he was quite interested and would take a few more glances, but later he merely skimmed through them. His figure constantly moved between the shelves, and he deeply understood a principle: the greater the expectation, the greater the disappointment.
What surprised him even more was that, despite the bustling crowd in the Wu Pavilion, it appeared quite tranquil. The outer disciples walking between the bookshelves kept their heads down as they moved. Even when familiar faces gathered to converse, they would raise their sleeves to cover their mouths and speak in hushed tones, casting fearful glances toward a certain direction
Although the power of the sun and stars is limited, being at such a high altitude should compensate for the deficiency in the power of the sun and stars. Xu Yun murmured to himself, resolutely deciding that he must seize the time to open up several more acupoints.
Xu Yun's thoughts calmed down a bit; with so many star techniques available, it should still be somewhat possible to find a book that suits her.
Xu Yun stood before the attic for a long time, observing the outer disciples entering and exiting with joyful expressions. He adjusted his attire and was about to step into the Martial Pavilion when he noticed a young man in a white robe, exuding an elegant demeanor, walking out from the attic with a warm smile on his face. As the young man walked, countless star-like points flickered around him, amounting to more than two hundred.
However, his reading speed is much faster than that of Senior Brother Li Ruoshi, who just left. Senior Brother Li Ruoshi opened over 200 meridians last night. Could he be even stronger?
The "Qingfeng Sword Technique" requires the opening of fifty acupoints before it can be practiced, with the sword moving like a gentle breeze brushing against the face, silent and tranquil
Xu Yun turned back, forgetting the figure of the young man in the white robe who had walked away from the library. The corners of his mouth lifted slightly as he stepped directly into the Martial Pavilion
Crack... Xu Yun's mouth twitched as the giant tree that had been standing in its place was split in two by a sword strike. The young girl was about to raise her sword to strike again, and he hurriedly called out once more: "Miss, please do not misunderstand; I was merely passing through this place and had no other intentions"
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The "Fierce Tiger Star Descending Fist" requires the opening of fifteen acupoints before it can be practiced. When executed, the fist strikes like a fierce tiger pouncing on its prey, unstoppable in its momentum
Xu Yun, who was constantly moving between the bookshelves, couldn't help but smile wryly. As if to affirm the truth of their words, he flipped through the star techniques even more quickly. The eyes of the sturdy young man beside him grew brighter, confirming his thoughts.
The Purple Star Pavilion is forever the most popular place in the Purple Extreme Peak. Standing at a height of thirty meters and covering an area of one square li, the pavilion is exceptionally grand. Looking up, one can see a large, dazzling pearl at the top, resembling a star from the heavens. Its brilliance envelops the entire structure, making the countless carved strange insects and beasts on the pavilion come to life, transforming into shadowy figures of beasts that seem to run joyfully through the void.
At the summit of a ten-thousand-meter-high peak on the outskirts of Ziji Peak, Xu Yunpan sat on a flat rock, his eyes sweeping across the vast expanse, feeling a sense of overlooking all the mountains. Of course, this was predicated on ignoring the Five Peaks of the Yuandao Sect, as those places were beyond his current capabilities to ascend.
Forget it, let's go to the Zixing Martial Pavilion and take a look. Even if I can't cultivate, I refuse to believe that among the hundreds of thousands of star techniques in the pavilion, there isn't a single one that I can practice.
Sister, look, this person must be a master, as he dismisses those star techniques with just a glance and sets them aside.
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The "Falling Star Palm Technique" requires the opening of thirty acupoints before it can be cultivated. When the palm strikes, it resembles stars falling from the sky, capable of annihilating everything
As the giant sword approached once more, the figure retreated, and a black star flew out from the center of the brow, spinning rapidly. The website m.hetushu.com transformed into a black book, and with a "snap," the pages turned. A blinding flash of lightning erupted, and at the moment the giant sword arrived, the body shifted to the side, raising a hand to strike the sword's blade. The electric light spread along the blade, directly enveloping the girl's body.
The young girl thought of this, stamping her small foot fiercely, and reached out to brush over the black jade bracelet on her wrist. Before her appeared a large stack of books, seemingly numbering around thirty or forty. Then, she pouted slightly, and a clear voice emerged: "With his strength, he shouldn't be deceiving me. Should I look for a lighter sword technique?"
"Miss, please wait." Xu Yun, realizing the situation, quickly shouted loudly and then suddenly leaped to the side.
A thud. The young girl's paralyzed hand could no longer grip the massive sword in her grasp, and her body was also unusually numb, trembling incessantly.
In the moment of closing my eyes, the lake of my heart calms down, and my consciousness sinks into my destined star. Around me, specks of starlight gather, penetrating into my body through the black star at my brow, accumulating little by little. However, after waiting for a long time, there is not even a trace of the starlight condensing into threads within my body, let alone the possibility of breaking through the exceptionally tough acupoints.
The young girl’s graceful movements suddenly paused, and in the next moment, a cold light flashed in her eyes. Her figure shot towards Xu Yun like a cannonball, the enormous iron sword in her hand trailing a cloud of dust. As she danced, a fierce wind surged, bringing with it an overwhelming momentum as she struck down fiercely.
At present, I have become somewhat cautious in my heart, my steps have grown lighter, and I quietly approached a bookshelf, watching with great anticipation.
Xu Yun raised the corner of his mouth, ceasing his attack. He glanced at the somewhat bewildered young girl, and his figure transformed into a streak of ethereal blue lightning, rushing into the dense forest. All that remained for the girl was a fleeting silhouette and a profound remark: "Although I do not understand why you are so angry, let this matter rest here. Moreover, this star technique truly does not suit you; it would be better to switch to a more agile swordsmanship, which may yield unexpected rewards."