Chapter 100

"Then you should give me more, so that I can get better, and you can get even better too!"

However, what followed was a sense of difficulty and helplessness.

The Dao Canon is the Dao Canon, and I am me.

Feng Yin instantly understood: "You don't have the authority? Or perhaps not enough authority?"

Acknowledging this, a bit of embarrassment welled up.

"Then who has the authority? Or how can one obtain sufficient authority?" Feng Yin asked.

Silence.

Feng Yin sighed, and a moment of enlightenment came to him. It seemed he still needed to continuously refine the clear qi, gradually unlocking other functions or techniques of the Dao Canon.

"What use do you have then?"

After a long silence, Feng Yin finally asked.

The blade clearly felt useless, a bit pitiful, and fidgeted.

A moment later, a thought was transmitted.

"Oh, you know blade techniques? And you're quite skilled at them? You also know sword techniques? And other moves? A lot of them?"

The blade wasn't very confident.

But Feng Yin's eyes lit up.

This is exactly what I need right now, it's like getting a pillow when you're sleepy, just right!

But he had to stay calm.

He couldn't let this dejected blade suddenly turn the tables.

"Is that all?"

The blade's mood sank even lower, as it could only offer this much. More would only come with more nourishment and recovery, allowing it to remember more.

But this didn't stop it from feeling that it was being looked down upon by its new owner...

So it sent another thought.

"Oh, you need to eat a lot? Eating more can help in battle? Initially, it's just about merging with the blade?"

Feng Yin was overjoyed, feeling that this was quite useful, but his face showed disdain.

"Is that all?"

The blade fidgeted again, sending another thought.

"Can you condense a mystical blade body? But that requires a lot of consumption?"

Feng Yin was increasingly satisfied, more than he had expected.

"Are there many other functions? But you haven't eaten enough? You can't remember? Or can't unlock the seals?"

Feng Yin took a deep breath, putting on a Huang Shiren expression: "But even the landlord has no surplus grain."

The blade was a bit confused.

What does that mean?

There's still so much on the table... You haven't used it, right?

Feng Yin sighed: "No, you need to give me some benefits first. Give me a set of blade and sword techniques. Last time, you swallowed three King-level spirit pearls in one go but gave me no feedback. I can't be fooled again!"

In the end, Feng Yin paid sixteen spirit pearls, and as for the inner dan, he didn't touch any.

The blade didn't eat them all, leaving some behind.

This puzzled Feng Yin.

The blade wiggled its body: Next time.

Feng Yin suddenly understood: Just like humans, eating should be done in meals. It seems one meal is sixteen spirit pearls?

Then, his mind became profound, as if his soul had entered a unique space.

A figure held a long blade, practicing blade techniques.

Very ordinary, drawing the blade, and slashing.

One move.

But the rhythm of the entire body and the method of how the technique was executed appeared one by one in Feng Yin's mind.

In a daze, Feng Yin saw a unique scene.

In endless darkness, a blade suddenly appeared!

This blade was like a ray of light piercing through the entire night!

Suddenly, the chaotic world was illuminated by a ray of light, which would never fade.

This blade was the first blade that opened the world!

"Nine Movements of Heaven Splitting."

Feng Yin understood the name of this blade. Yes, the name of this set of blade techniques.

This set of blade techniques is called the Nine Movements of Heaven Splitting!

There are nine moves in total, and Feng Yin was unclear about the rest, but just this first move was enough to keep him pondering for a long time.

The Chaotic Blade.

This blade seemed simple, but the changes in muscles from head to toe, the mobilization of the body, the flow of blood, the coordination of meridians, the circulation of spiritual energy, and the coordination of essence, energy, and spirit... were all exquisitely refined to an extreme.

"If this blade is perfected..."

Feng Yin watched the repeated practice in his mind, the blade breaking through the chaos, and couldn't help but feel his blood boil, his whole body trembling.

"I finally have my own blade technique!"

This thought made Feng Yin excited. After so many years of crossing over, he had always used common techniques, and now he had something exquisite.

And it was unique in the world.

The blade, having consumed so many spirit pearls, was clearly more spirited.

When I eat more and remember more, and when your cultivation reaches the required level, new things will appear.

Yes, I will also accelerate the integration of the Dao Canon, assisting you as you continuously unlock the seals.

This situation was roughly as Feng Yin had predicted, almost the same.

This blade is a spiritual weapon, existing between the real and the ethereal. When it is ultimately formed, it will be extremely powerful.

But it's definitely not there yet, still far from it, and he needed to continuously supply it with demon beast spirit pearls to benefit and perfect it.

As the blade improves and his cultivation progresses, he will gain more.

And these were what Feng Yin was eagerly anticipating.

What truly moved Feng Yin was that this blade knew many powerful techniques and martial arts.

But this blade had a bit of a mind of its own. For example, it only told him about the blade techniques, mentioning sword techniques and others briefly but not elaborating, showing its existence but keeping him at a distance, increasing its own value without truly giving him anything.

However, this was to be expected. Feng Yin understood the blade's concerns. If he learned sword techniques or spear techniques and found them more suitable, he might stop using the blade, reducing its value and self-worth.

"Rest assured, I still have a strong feeling for using the blade, and among all weapons, I have the highest interest in it."

Feng Yin said.

A sense of effort and restraint, yet uncontrolled joy, came from the blade. It was as if it was bursting with excitement but trying to hold back.

"This stubborn blade is actually a proud and coquettish one."

Feng Yin felt he understood more.

"Actually, your concerns are not only baseless but also too narrow. You should know that everything has its use. Sword techniques and long spears have their own merits in appropriate situations, surpassing the monotony of using only a blade. As a spiritual weapon, you should be able to change into various forms, maximizing your value. Why limit yourself to just the blade form?"

Feng Yin patiently explained.

"So, in the future, you don't need to make any selections; just give me everything."

Feng Yin was worried that the blade would keep other techniques secret.

But the blade wouldn't hide anything; it didn't have the authority...

"Relax, fully cooperate. No matter what weapon is used, you will be the one leading. We agreed on this, and it won't change."

Feng Yin's words instantly intensified the blade's excitement several times over.

That's right, I can do anything! I'm even less worried now!

"In the future, we will roam the world together, cutting down anyone who dares to challenge us!" Feng Yin incited.

The blade, being a weapon for battle, couldn't be an exception.

Sure enough, a fierce and domineering battle spirit rose, and the blade was already imagining its invincible and majestic power, cutting through the world with no equal.

Suddenly, blade energy surged, looking down on all.

Feng Yin was startled: "Stop, stop, that's our future goal! We are still weak now. I need to grow, and you need to grow. We don't have the foundation or the depth yet..."

But the domineering and invincible aura continued to spread, rising and expanding boundlessly...

Clearly, the blade was immersed in the realm of invincibility, unable to extricate itself, imagining itself cutting through the world, the heavens, and the universe, an unstoppable force.

"..."

Feng Yin fell silent.

Let you dream for a while.

To reach the realm you imagine, you'll need to accompany me for at least a thousand years!

In the courtyard, he practiced the movement and force generation of this move, the handling of the blade. The awkward and difficult feeling made him even more eager for the gold-level training.

However, the power of this move seemed quite significant.

To Feng Yin, the move was bizarre, like a hanging antelope's horn, leaving no trace.

Even as the one wielding the blade, he felt a strange sense of disorientation, wondering how it suddenly appeared from there, and how it was both strange and not sinister, with a majestic and domineering aura.

It was a perfect combination of contradictions, truly creating something out of nothing, continuing the legacy.

Now he had the blade technique, but to master it in battle would require a long process of practice.

The most critical part was that he couldn't practice too much.

Because the feeling of disharmony and awkwardness when wielding the blade, and the lack of coordination from toes, feet, ankles, legs, knees, hips, waist, abdomen, chest, shoulders, arms, elbows, wrists, and fingers... was missing.

Not to mention the unification of the entire body, the combination of essence, energy, and spirit, and the ability to unleash a decisive and domineering killing blow in one breath.

These were all the most basic elements.

And Feng Yin lacked all of them.

"Gold-level training!..."

The two young ones chased each other in the courtyard, while Feng Ying continued to cultivate her innate abilities, hoping to make rapid progress.

She hoped that the next time Feng Yin went out, he would take her along to fight side by side.

She hoped, anticipated, and dreamed...

...

On the other side, He Xiangming, with a smiling face, opened the gate and welcomed two slender, masked women.

"It's been a long time, sisters. I've missed you so much."

The tea aroma had just started to rise.

A woman in white spoke crisply: "Sister Xiangming, your figure is getting more and more domineering. Have you been thinking about it a lot lately? Or have you already done it many times? How come you're getting more and more..."

The woman in black frowned: "Jiang Zhongxue, can you say something that fits your name? You're a well-bred lady, yet you talk like a hooligan. Do you know how much I dislike being with you? It's really damaging my image."

Jiang Zhongxue said: "Of course you don't want to be with me. I don't have the skills to make you happy. Even if you wanted to, I wouldn't."

The woman in black gritted her teeth: "This is my last warning. If you provoke me again, I'll make sure you never have the chance to be happy again!"

Jiang Zhongxue casually removed her veil, revealing a face of exquisite beauty, and sat down with a twist of her waist and a tilt of her hips, stretching out her long legs.

She felt instantly comfortable, her whole body relaxing in the chair, her graceful curves clearly visible. "It seems you know what happiness is. Why are you so agitated? Miss Zhan Pingting, have you already experienced happiness, which is why you understand it so well?"

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[Today's writing efficiency was good, and I even chatted a bit. But now, after only four packets of medicine, I don't really want to take any more. Sigh... I want to drink. I really, really want to drink! I want to drink so badly!!

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