Chapter 50: Comprehending the Supreme Art, Blood Demon City

After the battle at the ancestral tomb, Qin Feng knew that the coming period would not be peaceful.

Because his performance was too stunning.

Moreover, he possessed an inheritance of celestial phenomena.

Plus the Fan Clan and the Yao Tribe, these two great enemies.

"The reason enemies exist is because one is not strong enough!"

Qin Feng deeply believed this saying.

After giving orders, he continued to immerse himself in cultivation, feeling the changes brought by the breakthrough. His cultivation rose, his combat strength increased, and various innate abilities were also strengthened.

The only shortcoming was that his dantian and meridians were too large; filling them would take time and effort, and this process would inevitably be very long.

After a long while, Qin Feng opened his eyes, reached out and grabbed, his true qi surged out, turning into a rope that coiled around the hilt of the Flowing Cloud Sword and pulled it over.

Clang……

The long sword sang, like a dragon's roar to the heavens.

Landing in his hand, Qin Feng also leapt up, he began practicing swordsmanship. The most familiar was the Spring Wind Transforming Rain Thirty-Six Swords; when unfolded, it truly was sword light like rain, dense and windproof.

It rolled up the wind and snow across the sky, blurring the eyes.

It also aroused the artistic conception of rain, which was quite beneficial and perfectly matched.

Compared to before, the sword technique remained unchanged, but its power greatly increased, causing the watching Xiao Hong and Xiao Qing to involuntarily retreat.

The profound cold sword energy contained without leaking, yet it made people feel a chill rising from their hearts.

The sword technique shifted, becoming the Timely Swift Wind Fine Rain Eighteen Swords.

Then came the Mad Rain Nine Swords.

Then the Sudden Rain Three Swords.

Qin Feng felt moved; after the three swords, his intent was not yet exhausted, as if it could continue to extend, but for a moment he did not know how to proceed.

He raised his head, watching the snowflakes drift down; one point enlarged before his eyes, instantly filling the entire sky, covering the vast expanse.

His gaze focused, and that snowflake sensed his scorching aura and turned into a droplet of water.

A tiny droplet.

Fine as a needle's tip, yet vast as heaven and earth.

"Dripping Water Vastness!"

Qin Feng's eyes suddenly brightened; all he had learned and accumulated erupted at this moment, then fused together, turning into a sword that thrust out fiercely, the pervasive rain artistic conception around his body also merging into the sword technique.

In the air, a sizzling sound immediately rang out.

This sword was very slow.

Where it passed, snowflakes halted and turned into raindrops.

"Is it raining?"

Xiao Hong touched her face.

"It seems to be raining!"

Xiao Qing raised her hand and scratched.

Yuewu's eyes lit up, slightly excited; only she understood what this signified.

Swish……

A sword gave a light sound, then suddenly sped up; the snowflakes filling the sky ahead suddenly spun, sweeping the entire heavens. A point of sword light also shot out, straight into the nine firmaments.

Raising his head, a hole appeared in the firmament above.

Qin Feng sheathed his sword and stood, unable to help but laugh.

"Congratulations, Master, on comprehending a new method." Yuewu hurried forward, "This sword truly achieved the fusion of artistic conception power, and perfectly matched, concentrating power to the extreme. One sword out, specks of cold light pierce the firmament, yet also possess the might to dominate the ten directions; surpassing supreme arts, it rivals a forbidden technique."

"Is it really that good?" Qin Feng, pleased with the praise, felt smug.

"Of course!" Yuewu blinked her big eyes, nodding firmly, "This sword, I cannot block it; I would even be killed outright. Master, what is this sword called?"

"A drop of water can fill the sea, stabilize the firmament; let's call it the Dripping Water Sword!"

"The Dripping Water Sword? It contains the ultimate power of water, fittingly."

"Haha, haven't noticed, you're so good at flattery!"

"Master, I only speak the truth. Besides, Master is a dragon, a true dragon; to flatter is to flatter a dragon's rear!"

Pfft……

Qin Feng nearly spat it out.

Besides, being praised so by a little beauty, he felt a bit light-headed.

Calming his mind, he continued practicing the sword.

Sensing the changes of the Dripping Water Sword, he pondered its essence. After a long while, he stopped.

"Now, this set of swordsmanship is considered perfected; if one were to advance further……"

Qin Feng shook his head.

"This sword technique's foundation is too shallow; to advance further, one must absorb other powers."

After dinner, Qin Bo came over to inform that the great medicine had been prepared.

Qin Feng immediately went to the bathhouse.

Under the service of several people, he sat cross-legged inside.

Xiao Qing and Xiao Hong went out.

Yuewu sat cross-legged outside the door.

"With my twentyfold genetic foundation, aided by the unity of heaven and man and super recovery, plus the minute observation and control of super divine sense, and further assisted by the Ultimate Yang Heart Flame, a breakthrough should not be difficult, right?"

Qin Feng did not have full confidence.

Close his eyes, review the Dragon Elephant Supporting Heaven Technique once more, ponder it, then begin cultivating; in an instant, his body seemed to turn into a black hole, starting to seize the nutrients in the medicinal liquid.

After raiding the Lu and Xiang families, there was indeed a great deal of medicine.

This time he even added a whole hundred-year-old ginseng root.

While circulating the technique, Qin Feng also performed inner vision to observe the changes inside his body.

In winter, days are short and nights are long.

Moreover, with snowflakes drifting down, the outside was already pitch black, yet the mansion was brightly lit.

There were plenty of lanterns, braziers, and so on.

Today it was Ma Chao's team on duty; he personally took charge of the guardroom, patrolling every part of the mansion.

"Someone, an intruder has entered the mansion!" a shout came, making Ma Chao's face change; he grabbed his long sword and rushed out, just in time to see several guards nocking bows and drawing arrows, shooting at the three people on the roof.

Two men and one woman.

The men were both middle-aged in appearance; one was extremely burly, carrying a long blade; the other wore a white long robe, holding a folding fan that he swayed, looking like a scholar, yet quite flamboyant.

Moreover, there was a woman who actually wore a slit long robe, resembling a cheongsam.

Showing off her white, long legs.

Her chest was so ample that her feet were invisible; her complexion was fair with big vermilion lips, her long hair flowing, giving her quite a seductive air.

The middle-aged scholar waved his fan, a gust of wind swept up, blowing all the incoming arrows away; this sight made Ma Chao's pupils contract.

"Hold!" he commanded, then loudly shouted, "Who are you, and why do you dare intrude upon my Qin manor?"

This also served to remind the others in the mansion.

Zhang Fu arrived, but stopped in the main courtyard.

Yue Wu also came into the courtyard; her brows twitched, revealing a hint of solemnity.

"I am Huang Dabiao, from Blood Demon City!" the burly man said, his voice extremely loud, without any concealment.

"Blood Demon City?" Ma Chao showed a hint of bewilderment.

He truly didn't know that place.

Yet that name made his heart pound with fear.

Zhang Fu's pupils constricted.

"Trouble!" Yue Wu muttered, taking a gauze scarf from her bosom and putting it on her face.

"Miss Yue, do you know them?" Zhang Fu whispered.

"If they really are from Blood Demon City, and these three stylish fellows are together, with one called Huang Dabiao, I basically guessed it." Yue Wu transmitted, "Grandfather Fu, go protect the master's Dharma; if I lose later, I'll... I'll forcibly wake him!"

"The master is in secluded cultivation; how could we wake him, that's too dangerous!" Zhang Fu hastily shook his head, squinting his eyes, "We'll expend all the mansion's strength to try to block them."

Yue Wu glanced at him and still said, "The master's cultivation is already at the Grandmaster level; now in secluded cultivation, he is most likely refining his body. Interrupting body refinement cultivation isn't a big problem."

"Even that won't do!"

"Do as you like!"

Yue Wu didn't bother persuading; she tapped her toes, leapt into the air, using her peerless movement technique to arrive at the other side of the roof, looking at the three and saying, "Are you the Three Devils of Huangquan from Blood Demon City—Great Devil Huang Dabiao, Second Devil Liu Erquan, Third Devil Liu Sanmei?"

"Few know Blood Demon City, and even fewer know us three siblings!" Liu Erquan smiled, eyes narrowed, "Little miss, how should we address you?"

"I've heard that in Blood Demon City you three siblings act with your tails between your legs; though you're called devils, you're three Grandmasters, yet worse than petty villains, just a laughingstock." Yue Wu snorted.

"But this isn't Blood Demon City!" Liu Sanmei laughed coquettishly, flicked her ear-length hair to reveal an earring, then flicked it with her finger; the earring shot like an arrow toward Yue Wu's face, "Over here, we can truly be devils."

(End of chapter)