met free Chapter 37: Don't tell me this is sword intent?
Chapter 37: Don't tell me this is sword intent?
Seeing Fan Xian greet him, Ye Chengfeng also got off the carriage.
"You're just going to chat with me here without inviting me in?"
"What's going on? This usually composed and resourceful young swordsman seems rather uninterested? Did his negotiations with the young emperor of Northern Qi break down?"
Thinking of this, Fan Xian felt a little smug.
"It's my fault. Brother Ye, please come in. Old Wang, quickly have someone prepare some wine and drinks. I didn't eat enough at the birthday banquet."
Although Ye Chengfeng's performance made Fan Xian very happy, the proper etiquette still had to be observed.
"Let's go to that pavilion over there. I have something I'd like to talk to you about in private."
The two entered the post station. Ye Chengfeng did not follow Fan Xian to the living room, but pointed to the pavilion in the garden.
The view from here is unobstructed, which helps prevent others from eavesdropping.
Although Ye Chengfeng was in a bad mood, he didn't lose his composure.
Fan Xian didn't refute, and followed Ye Chengfeng directly, without even letting Wang Qinian come along.
After the two sat down, Fan Xian asked curiously, "What's wrong with you? Where's your high spirits when you were plotting against me?"
"It's nothing. Meeting the young emperor of Northern Qi today made me hate those in power even more."
"Oh, what happened?"
Upon hearing Ye Chengfeng's words, Fan Xian immediately became interested.
"Perhaps it's related to the environment I'm in!"
"I grew up with Xiaolan and I depended on each other for survival. When I was thirteen, I entered the Sword Pavilion and started cultivating with the old man. Everyone there was the old man's disciple, and they spoiled me rotten, which made me think that everyone in the world was so kind."
"I should have known long ago that those in power only cared about their own interests, but I still underestimated their ruthlessness."
Ye Chengfeng's words resonated with Fan Xian, for his experiences were remarkably similar to Ye Chengfeng's!
Spoiled by his grandmother since childhood, he got along well with all the servants in the Fan family mansion in Danzhou, except for the fat steward.
Those servants and maids also doted on Fan Xian. When Fan Xian was a child, he even crawled into the blankets of those maids.
"Sigh, that's just how this era is. Is that why you look so lost and dejected?"
"What, can't I even chat with you about life, brother-in-law?"
"Get lost, you can't expect anything good to come out of a dog's mouth."
Being called "brother-in-law" by Ye Chengfeng infuriated Fan Xian.
It would be strange if Fan Xian wasn't angry that his beloved daughter, whom he had pampered for so many years, had been taken by this "pig" Ye Chengfeng.
"Oh, right, I forgot to tell you, I sent Xiaolan to your Southern Qing capital earlier."
"What did you go to do?"
"It's nothing much, I just plan to have Xiaolan take Ruoruo to Dongyi City."
"What?"
"You son of a bitch, Ye Chengfeng, you'd better die!"
Previously, Fan Xian couldn't understand why the maid who always followed Ye Chengfeng had disappeared.
They thought Ye Chengfeng had some kind of conspiracy, but this is a huge conspiracy!
Moreover, it was a conspiracy targeting Fan Xian.
"Why are you in such a hurry? I'm doing this for Ruoruo's own good. You should know your own situation in Nanqing."
Ye Chengfeng dodged while explaining.
"I'm doing this for your own good. What if someone uses Ruoruo to threaten you?
Fan Xian didn't want to hear Ye Chengfeng's explanation, and his fists rained down on Ye Chengfeng.
However, Ye Chengfeng's strength has broken through. If Ye Chengfeng hadn't used his sword before, he might have actually been beaten by Fan Xian.
Although Ye Chengfeng is now unable to use the sword control technique, his cultivation level is now on par with Fan Xian's.
Although he managed to dodge, he was still somewhat disheveled, but Fan Xian wouldn't be able to seize any opportunities.
Fan Xian grew increasingly alarmed as the fight progressed, looking at Ye Chengfeng with suspicion and uncertainty, and asked, "You've broken through to a higher level, kid?"
"Luckily, luckily, my true energy made a slight breakthrough yesterday, reaching the upper eighth rank."
"Wait a minute, now that you've broken through, why did you exchange cultivation techniques with me at the birthday banquet today?"
Fan Xian hit the nail on the head this time.
Ye Chengfeng sighed helplessly: "I have broken through, but my true energy is somewhat difficult to control, which makes it impossible for me to use the sword control technique. That's why I had the idea of exchanging cultivation methods with you."
Fan Xian stopped attacking Ye Chengfeng.
Fan Xian sat back down on the stone bench, feeling dejected. "You rascal," he said, "but you should know that my cultivation technique isn't very good at controlling internal energy either."
Ye Chengfeng had previously pointed out the secret behind his loss of control over his true energy.
"That's why I'm curious about the contents of your cultivation technique. Your true energy is so powerful, you must have unique skills in controlling it."
Fan Xian thought about it and realized that Ye Chengfeng's words made a lot of sense. Since the domineering true qi could go out of control, it was normal for him to have unique skills in controlling true qi.
Moreover, his true energy is so domineering, yet it is only now out of control, and it can be calmed down with a little circulation.
"Alright, I'll trade with you. Take out your cultivation technique, and I'll write down the domineering true qi for you right now."
"You can start by memorizing it."
"Would I lie to you?"
"That's hard to say. Given how ruthless you are, you might very well do it."
Fan Xian rolled his eyes and could only tell Wang Qinian to prepare writing brush, ink, paper and inkstone.
Fan Xian picked up his pen, preparing to memorize the secret manual, when he noticed Ye Chengfeng staring intently at the paper in front of him.
"Can't you just turn it over first, write it down for me, and then you can look at it?"
Fan Xian felt a little guilty. His calligraphy was terrible, and he was genuinely embarrassed to be stared at like that by Ye Chengfeng.
"I'm so far away from you, it shouldn't prevent you from memorizing, right?"
"snort!"
Having lost his excuse, Fan Xian had no choice but to bite the bullet and begin reciting from memory.
Ye Chengfeng couldn't help but laugh out loud after writing just one line.
"Aren't you the Poet Immortal? Your handwriting is terrible!"
"Is it any of your business? My handwriting is at least neat and clear."
Ye Chengfeng took a few more glances, and to be honest, although the handwriting was a bit ugly, it was indeed very neat and clear.
"No, no, your handwriting is too ugly. I might not be able to read it properly in the future. You read it and I'll write it down."
As he spoke, Ye Chengfeng snatched the paper and pen from Fan Xian's hand, preparing to write it himself.
Although Ye Chengfeng's calligraphy cannot compare to that of literary masters, he was a swordsman who emphasized hand-eye coordination.
At least the handwriting won't be as ugly as Fan Xian's.
The entire text of "Overbearing True Qi" is not long, only a little over a thousand words.
"You, who practice swordsmanship, actually have beautiful handwriting?"
"Why do you want to learn? For Ruoruo's sake, I can teach you."
Fan Xian was genuinely tempted; his calligraphy had always been criticized.
"We'll talk about this later, give me the manual first."
Fan Xian was quite curious about the other martial arts techniques in this world.
Fan Xian had only ever come into contact with one martial art, namely the Overbearing True Qi.
I also want to see how my domineering true energy differs from other cultivation techniques.
In particular, the cultivation techniques Ye Chengfeng gave him were all for grandmasters.
Fan Xian first looked at the sword manual of Si Gu Jian.
This sword manual is naturally not the original nameless sword technique, but a modified version of the technique by Si Gu Jian.
"What kind of sword intent is this? What exactly is it? It's described in such a mysterious way!"
He had heard Wu Zhu talk about sword intent, but Fan Xian had never experienced what sword intent was despite cultivating for so many years.
Although Wu Zhu possesses the combat strength of a Grandmaster, that is raw strength, not martial arts intent.
Although Wu Zhu could simulate sword intent, he had never used it in front of Fan Xian.
"I'm really curious how you cultivated to the eighth rank. Fine, I'll demonstrate to you what sword intent is!"
Ye Chengfeng has a lot to say about sword intent. Although he didn't understand what sword intent was before, he had the guidance of the sword master Si Gu Jian!
With the added benefit of the panel, Ye Chengfeng comprehended sword intent very early on.
Ye Chengfeng swept his sword finger across a stone bench, his fingertip emitting a surge of true energy.
After Ye Chengfeng finished his practice, Fan Xian saw a shallow sword mark on the stone bench.
It looked as if it had been slashed out with a sharp blade.
"Don't tell me this is sword intent?"