Chapter 12: A Surprise from Ling Feng and the Others

In the high sky, more than ten figures stood on empty air, their robes fluttering.

Although they did nothing, they gave a sense of the heavens cracking and the earth splitting with every move.

At this moment, the dozen‑plus glanced at each other, then turned toward Donglan City below, their spiritual senses scanning wildly.

They scanned for as long as half an incense stick.

One middle‑aged woman said, "Strange, odd, there's no trace at all!"

The others looked up; a white‑bearded elder said, "Friends, have you seen that celestial anomaly?"

A monk said, "Amitabha! The clouds part, the mist blossoms, heaven and earth shine, divine beasts pay homage, swords roar to the nine heavens—this is undoubtedly a rare ancient tyrannical holy body appearing!"

One person, eyes bright, said, "Now in Eastern Wilderness Province, a hundred families chant together, a thousand sects stand tall, the sect has produced an ancient bloodline, a holy body,

not only a token for the sect's continuation, but also the hope for future rise! This person's anomaly is tyrannically unparalleled, and is fated to be linked with my Overlord Sect!"

Someone immediately replied, "Friend, aren't you shameless? You claim tyranny is linked to your Overlord Sect? With so many swords, it's clearly linked to my Spirit Sword Sect!"

"Amitabha, the sword aura is too heavy, it needs transformation, it is more suited to my Maitreya Temple!"

"Nonsense, the heavens sense it; this person is destined to be a true disciple of my Great Expansion Sect!"

"This is absurd! This child is my illegitimate son, my own flesh and blood, and should enter my Divine Blade Palace. Why all this bickering, it's laughable!" said a middle‑aged man, his face solemn.

The crowd turned to him, "Ghost Blade True Person, you're just spouting nonsense! That kirin bloodline from Zhongqiu Country last year,

you also claimed was your illegitimate child, but it turned out to be a girl!"

"He grew and turned into a girl, what can I do!"

While the crowd argued, an Eight‑Panel Mirror Artifact suddenly appeared in the sky, and within the mirror a kindly middle‑aged man was seen:

"Have you all found it?"

The crowd's expressions changed, and they bowed, "We have seen the Tianyuan Sect True Mirror senior, but have not found it!"

The man in the mirror nodded slightly, "This child should be of the Ancient Sword Body type, but unfortunately the link was severed by a nameless great being; by now it has likely been taken away for some time. Everyone, withdraw!"

"We juniors take our leave!" The crowd bowed and vanished in a flash.

The person from the mirror stepped out, glanced puzzled at Donglan City below: "Strange!"

In a flash, he teleported away!

……

The emergence of geniuses from Donglan City's two great families and the sudden celestial anomaly event,

enough to keep hundreds of thousands of the city's residents occupied for a long period.

The Heng family, spurred by this, found that the Seven‑Cliff Herb dared not raise its price, and continued selling it by peaceful means.

But Heng Xian cared none of that.

The next day, he took the flamboyant sword his father Heng De had procured for him and began sword practice.

The instant his hand grasped the hilt, a strange feeling surged to his heart.

Like a thirty‑year veteran chef gripping a kitchen knife.

Or like a twenty‑year veteran client spotting a brothel!

Or like a former‑life Zaunite seeing a vegetable stall!

In short, the sword fit his body perfectly, feeling very natural, and he even wanted to cut someone right away to test the feel.

"…1986, 1987…"

The sun shone brightly.

Early in the morning, Heng Xian stood in the corner, continuously swinging his sword.

Following the instructions of the "Mystic Yellow Heavenly Hexagram", each strike must be executed with full force.

In the room behind, the furniture had been reclaimed, and the servants now had work again.

However, the close attendants Su Wan'er, Lan Xiang, and A Gou silently stood nearby to keep him company.

Just watching their own young master practice sword, the three wore bewildered expressions:

"Young master playing with a sword?"

"Young master used to only like women, showing off, and doing evil!"

"He seems odd, maybe he didn't fully recover from last time?"

"That's enough sarcasm!"

"Did you all notice…?" Su Wan'er pursed her lips and smiled, "Young master is being very forceful, isn't he?"

Lan Xiang's eyes brightened: "Indeed! Not only forceful, but also fast and enduring!"

A Gou wholeheartedly agreed: "It's already over two thousand times, who could endure that? Young master's body is amazing!"

The passing guest commander Ling Feng heard this and was taken aback.

He also glanced at Heng Xian practicing, a hint of disdain curling his mouth.

He is loyal to Second Master and Heng Xian, but when cultivation is mentioned, his pride as a cultivator surfaces.

The young master cannot cultivate; this is merely a clumsy three‑legged cat playing blindly, utterly pointless!

Heng Xian paid no heed to others' gazes, focusing solely on his sword, and found that the more swings he made, the better the feel.

He also gained other insights!

Day one, from dawn to afternoon, a full six double‑hours to finish twenty‑thousand sword swings!

His whole body was exhausted!

Day two, again from dawn to afternoon, twenty‑thousand swords!

Day three,

Day four,

Day five,

Heng Xian cuts out twenty thousand swords each day.

Time gradually shortened, and by the fourth day it took just over four hours.

Su Wan'er and the other maids and servants were no longer curious, but shocked—deeply shocked!

The young master's perseverance is simply inhuman!

They also tried in secret; after cutting out a hundred swords, their arms became sore and painful, and the next day they couldn't even lift them.

The young master doesn't stop even for a day, cutting out many tens of thousands of swords!

And no one's advice is heeded!

Second Master has been busy all the time; should we tell Second Master that the young master has gone mad?

At this moment, Ling Feng, accompanied by a young female attendant, passed by again and looked toward Heng Xian.

The female attendant whispered, "Commander, what exactly is the young master doing? Is this useful?"

The young master has been practicing sword for five days; aside from Second Master, who is busy every day and unaware, everyone else knows.

Ling Feng slightly frowned, stepped behind Heng Xian, and with a clasped‑fist salute said, "Young master, what have you been doing these past few days?"

Heng Xian didn't turn his head and replied, "Didn't you see me practicing sword?"

Ling Feng's brows furrowed even deeper: "But doing it this way is completely useless; it only harms the body!"

Heng Xian was too lazy to respond.

Ling Feng continued, "Even if you are training ordinary martial skills to strengthen yourself, you might not know that your sword is a decorative stage sword used by actors—pretty but impractical!"

"Are there differences between swords?"

Heng Xian said.

He mentally disparaged his father ten thousand times; no wonder the sword is so light—it was a stage prop, and the old man despises me!

Ling Feng laughed, "Of course, the sword is the king of weapons, but also a killing tool. If you use a decorative stage sword, no matter how long you train, it's just flashy moves without substance!"

Heng Xian stopped, looked at him: "You're bragging like 258,000, damn, do you believe it?"

The female attendant and Su Wan'er and a few others couldn't help but cover their mouths and giggle.

Ling Feng laughed along, "I'm not exaggerating; the young master uses a sword, but I can't even make a single move with it in my hand!"

Su Wan'er frowned, "Bold Ling Feng, how dare you provoke the young master?"

A Gou and Lan Xiang also wore stern faces.

Ling Feng shook his head slightly, "I was merely informing the young master of the consequences!"

Heng Xian suddenly said, "No problem! I, the young master, have already cut out nearly a hundred thousand swords, gaining some insight. Ling Feng, want to try?"

Ling Feng nodded with a light laugh, "Young master, be careful; I'm moving now. Remember, just one move, okay!"

He said this while picking up his precious sword, not sheathing it, and slashed diagonally toward Heng Xian.

Heng Xian didn't move.

However, as Ling Feng's blade was halfway through, he felt his hand grow heavy; the sword and scabbard flew out, and a blade tip pressed against his throat.

"Uh…" Ling Feng kept his hands in an up‑and‑down stance, looked at the young master across who was holding his sword, widened his eyes, with a bewildered expression.

Just now, what… what happened?

How did my sword fly away?

The female attendant beside him was also stunned.

It was too, too sudden; how did the young master's sword thrust out? I didn't see clearly!

A short distance away, Su Wan'er and the other two widened their eyes even more.

"Is that all?" Heng Xian looked at Ling Feng.

Ling Feng's face turned pale and flushed, and he coughed, "Even a wild punch could kill a master; I was just careless earlier, try again!"

He picked up the sword again, inhaled deeply, his expression extremely serious.

Heng Xian pinched his chin, "Is it my turn to attack this time?"

Ling Feng's confidence returned, and he nodded, "Come on, young master, be careful; I won't hold back!"

Heng Xian fell silent, and without using spiritual energy, he simply released his sword, fast as lightning!

Ling Feng swung his sword back with a reverse strike, "Hehe, coming…"

He couldn't even say the word "good."

Because he realized that the young master's sword was not only fast and fierce, but also capable of transformation.

"Pa!"

The blade in his hand flew out, his entire arm went numb, and in a flash, the sword tip was again at his throat.

Before he could react, the sword tip struck his face, causing him to fall to the ground like a dog chewing poop.

"Cough!"

Heng Xian withdrew his sword.

Front and back,

One breath!

"Puff!"

The bewildered female attendant beside them had a slit in her skirt, revealing the floral underwear inside, which she didn't know when it had been torn.

Yet the female attendant remained bewildered!

Ling Feng, lying on the ground, was also bewildered.

Su Wan'er and the other two opened their mouths wide!

The young master defeated the attendant commander with a single move?!

Heng Xian leisurely looked at Ling Feng, "You say you, why can't you do anything? Just fine, why do you have to act like a show‑off?"

The sword that sings opera can't kill you?

(End of chapter)