Chapter Eight, Deadly Sword Techniques

Damn it, find him for me, quickly find him, quickly bring my son-in-law back to me

Having lived for over 70 years, Shangguan Lingfeng considered himself knowledgeable about countless sword techniques in the world, yet he was still astonished. He had never seen such exquisite, fierce, and domineering swordplay. Is this still the Xifeng Luoyue Sword of the Shangguan family?

Shangguan Lingfeng, being exceptionally astute, felt a tremor of alarm at the mention: "Do you mean to say that they discovered you following them and intentionally do not want you to hear?"

Wang Tong suddenly woke up: "Master, do you mean... someone from outside has come to the house?"

Wang wished to speak but hesitated, shaking his head with a bitter smile, feeling quite helpless

"His grandmother, who on earth has Feng Jueyu befriended, hiding within my Shangguan family?" Shangguan Lingfeng's old eyes suddenly burst forth with a brilliance akin to stars, his expression exceedingly excited, as he called out towards the door: "Someone, summon Feng Jueyu for me."

Indeed, this is impossible; I am most aware of his background. " Shangguan Lingfeng concluded.

Secret manual? Shangguan Lingfeng first pondered for a moment, then laughed disdainfully, waving his hand and saying: "This is even less likely. Even if he were to accidentally obtain the secret manual, he would probably regard it as waste paper. This little brat looks down on any book except for the spring palace illustrations. Sigh..."

Shangguan Lingfeng looked up at the beams adorned with flowers and trees, seemingly lost in thought, before finally asking: "You mentioned that every time Ruofan comes out of his room, his swordsmanship shows significant improvement. Did you observe each move and technique clearly and carefully?"

The killing move, at this moment, Wang Tong's entire body was pressed against the ground, and suddenly he sprang up, his upper body leaning forward, defying the laws of physics as he lunged forward like a shooting star, the tip of his sword aimed precisely at the vital point of the throat

Mentioning the rapid growth of Shangguan Ruofan over the past half month, Wang Tong couldn't help but shiver, as if each move and technique was being deeply etched into his heart by someone wielding a chisel, stroke by stroke

Killing sword, killing technique, the essence of killing

That place is the residence of the prospective son-in-law, which is detested by everyone in the government office, and even the old master often refrains from visiting. What on earth is wrong with this young master? Why does he go there every day?

What is particularly delightful is that the first layer of the Hongyuan Tianjing technique allows one to absorb the boundless Hongyuan spiritual energy into the body. By operating the Divine Art of Life and Death, it can transform the dual energies of life and death, continuously cleansing Feng Jueyu's meridians within his body. In just half a month, Feng Jueyu has transformed from an ordinary person with no true energy into a mid-level expert in the Void Martial realm

And this is not the shocking part...

"Assassin?" Wang Tong raised his head in surprise

I will never forget this lifetime

Another one is the young master of the Shangguan family, Shangguan Ruofan. It is unknown what kind of misfortune he has encountered, but ever since that day when he pierced Shangguan Ruowen's back with a sword after the fifteenth day of the month, he has been running to the small building in the eastern courtyard every morning at the same time.

... ...

Yes, Master

"Who?" Shangguan Lingfeng's lips involuntarily twitched as he coldly laughed and said: "Assassin!"

After some thought, Wang said: "I dare to speculate that there are two possibilities regarding this matter"

Shangguan Lingfeng is indeed more experienced than Wang Tong, and while he was shocked, he quickly returned to calmness; however, his inner feelings were even more震撼 than Wang Tong's.

Without responding to Wang Tong's words, Shangguan Lingfeng pondered for a moment and then ordered: "From today onwards, withdraw all the hidden sentinels protecting Feng Jueyu, and extend the protection range to a hundred meters away. Ensure Jueyu's safety during outings, increasing the original two guards to six. We must not allow the previous incident to happen again"

Wang nodded and continued, saying to *Tu* Shu: "That is the second possibility. In my opinion, the son-in-law must possess some kind of secret manual, one that contains extremely powerful capabilities."

Such swordsmanship is unprecedented and has never existed before; to say it is unparalleled is not an exaggeration

Then, Wang continued, "However, this point can basically be ruled out, after all, the son-in-law is not very old at present"

The sixth type

Then... Wang Tong gave a bitter smile, took a step back, and respectfully bowed slightly: "I cannot guess, my subordinate."

While Feng Jueyu was almost frantically cultivating, some individuals in the Shangguan residence outside the small building began to notice the subtle changes occurring within the Shangguan household

"Has he gone out?" As he was contemplating a roundabout way to extract information about the mysterious master from the Wind Killer, Shangguan Lingfeng heard this sentence, and for a moment, everything felt like it was spinning: "What is he going out for? Did no one tell him that Ruomeng is coming back this afternoon?"

Although one may not know the details of the other party, such individuals must absolutely not be provoked; on the contrary, one should show deference and respect

Old Master Shangguan held the purple gold incense burner, his two tiger-like brows tightly knitted, exuding an imposing presence without anger, which raised the question: "What is he doing in Feng Jueyu's room?"

The study of Shangguan Lingfeng

This is the final move of the West Wind Sword, and the subsequent variations amount to twenty-eight types, the first type ... ...

With a change of the sword's position, Wang Tong transformed from standing proudly to bending low like a cat, the sword pointing with sharp intent towards a height of four feet above the ground, clearly indicating that this move was aimed directly at the lower three paths, its speed astonishing, akin to thunder and lightning

As he spoke, Wang Tongxiu rolled up his robe and raised his hand, his fingertips coming together, a fierce energy surging forth. One exquisite sword move after another was executed from beneath his hands, exuding a murderous aura in all directions

This is the sword of certain death, the strike of lethal intent, the pinnacle of skill

Although the Shangguan family is not a true martial arts family in the strictest sense, they are nonetheless one of the foremost households in Tian Nan City, known for their martial traditions. The number of hidden masters within the family, who protect the household in the shadows, is unknown, and the elder Shangguan is an unparalleled expert at the Heavenly Martial Realm

It is too frightening

Shangguan Lingfeng also found Wang Tong's analysis to be reasonable. Although the Feng family was a well-known aristocratic family on the continent many years ago, it has since fallen into decline. Feng Jueyu was taken in by him at a young age, and one could say that the former grew up right under his nose. Would he not know whether the latter possesses martial skills?

Many people are puzzled about what the two of them are doing inside. They can only occasionally hear bursts of excited laughter coming from the room, and then the entire courtyard returns to silence once again, exuding an unusual air of mystery

Wang Tong took a few steps back and, in the study hall, demonstrated to Shangguan Lingfeng using his two fingers as a sword

"The subordinate sees it very clearly." Wang Tong clasped his fists, and his face suddenly revealed an excited flush, as if mentioning those sword techniques had injected him with a stimulant

Upon hearing these words, Wang Tong involuntarily shivered.

Shangguan Lingfeng let out a dejected sigh, his face displaying a weary expression of both frustration at the lack of progress and guilt.

No, absolutely not

As a trusted guard by the old master's side, Wang Tong possesses extraordinary skills. He is unwilling to believe that as a master at the Xuanwu realm, he could be discovered in front of a mere practitioner of the Xuwu realm and a coward who does not even understand martial arts. What a tremendous joke that would be

Even so, Shangguan Lingfeng was still left dumbfounded and utterly shocked

Shangguan Lingfeng also noticed the change in Wang Tong's heart and said with a determined gaze: "Show me a few moves."

As a result, the wind killer becomes even more immersed in it, unable to extricate himself

Wang stood in the middle of the study, slightly lowering his head, carefully recounting the matters that the old master had asked him to investigate over the past half month: "... The young master has a very regular routine; this is all that I have observed."

With just three moves, Wang Tong was left panting. With Shangguan Lingfeng's keen eyesight, he would surely be astonished to see that despite Wang Tong's many years of immersion in swordsmanship, even these few techniques were still insufficient. It was evident that he had not yet accurately grasped the true essence of the sword and was still in the process of honing his skills

Wang Tong lowered his head even further, concealing his shame: "Please forgive me, my lord. I have not heard anything regarding the young master's cultivation. Every time I entered the courtyard and approached the small building, there was not a sound inside, or the two of them spoke about matters unrelated to cultivation."

Shangguan Lingfeng declared resolutely: "It can only be an assassin, a truly unique assassin in the world, the ancestor of assassins"

Where will it be forgotten

Or rather, when did the two individuals develop such a profound friendship

Accompanied by Shangguan Lingfeng's excited shouts, Wang Tong did not dare to be careless and rushed out the door, hastily executing Shangguan Lingfeng's orders

The profound heritage of the Shangguan family is such that someone could enter without being detected, which speaks volumes about the strength of the intruder.

At this point, Wang Tong let out a self-deprecating smile and thought to himself: Is this even possible? Just based on that good-for-nothing? Even if he weren't useless, given his age, it would be impossible for him to reach the Xuanwu Realm, let alone the Lingwu Realm. How could he possibly discover my existence?

Although these sword techniques may appear simple, each one is a peak killing move that has stood the test of time. Every strike and every form does not seek to hit the target in one blow; however, if mastered to perfection, one can certainly take the enemy's head from a distance of ten meters with a single move.

"Speak up," Shangguan Lingfeng said in a steady low voice, his gaze fixed on Wang Tong

Feng Jueyu became almost addicted to practicing the "Honghe Tushu Yuantian Jing," immersing himself in the joy of cultivating his divine skills for nearly half a month. He dedicated nearly 8 hours each day to this endeavor, seizing every moment in the Hongyuan space for cultivation, aside from eating and sleeping.

The most terrifying aspect is that such sword techniques have actually evolved from every move of the Xifeng Luoyue Sword of the Shangguan family, resulting in nearly twenty-eight variations. The extent of the modifications has fundamentally subverted the so-called Xifeng Luoyue Swordsmanship, ... possessing its own unique style, exuding a chilling aura of killing intent, and being unmatched ...

Wang boldly stated: "Firstly, the young master's techniques are taught by the son-in-law. The son-in-law has always been patient and has deliberately concealed himself. In fact, he possesses extraordinary skills and is very likely to have reached the level of his subordinates, or even higher.

First, the once reliable son-in-law who would go out to stroll with birds and chat as soon as the sun rose over Mount Tai, surprisingly did not step out of the front door or the back door, and even his daily haunts, the teahouse and the places of entertainment, were devoid of his presence

The ninth type

The tip of the sword points, and nothing can withstand its advance

Before long, a servant dressed in a green robe and cap returned to report: "Master, the young master has gone out"

Wang Tong retracted his sword, standing in the room like a spear. Hearing the trembling words of the old master, he let out a bitter smile: "I am incompetent. Previously, I overestimated myself, but what I have seen, heard, felt, and experienced in the past half month has made me realize what it means to be a frog at the bottom of a well. Although I remember these twenty-eight transformations, I still cannot comprehend the extraordinary essence of their profound meaning after reflecting on them day and night. I truly do not know who created this unparalleled sword technique. If I could have the fortune to meet the senior who established this sword technique, I would willingly kneel and bow a hundred times."

Not to mention Shangguan Ruofan, even he, a great master at the Xuanwu realm, greatly benefited after reading it. Each time he reflected on it, his cultivation improved day by day