Chapter 15

Nangong Su, the third master of the manor, stopped tending the garden.

He felt a familiar and massive presence at the entrance to the back garden.

"Zhuo Fenggong?"

Zhuo Hui, who had already approached the center of the back garden, bowed respectfully to Nangong Su.

"Master."

Nangong Su looked at Zhuo Hui with a pleased expression.

"Have you roughly completed that intense cultivation of the evil path?"

"Yes, it's all done."

"Haha! Then I won't be seeing you for a while, Zhuo Fenggong. Although you won't easily be harmed, still be careful."

Nangong Su thought Zhuo Hui had come to bid farewell before heading to Nanchang.

However, seeing the serious expression on Zhuo Hui's face, he immediately realized it wasn't just for that.

"Do you really think my martial arts are absolute?"

Nangong Su's face showed a bit of surprise.

After all, he had witnessed the white eyes with the soul imprinted in them.

The manifestation of soul intent, something that could never happen to someone who hadn't comprehended the sea of soul intent.

"What kind of nonsense is this? Your martial arts are undoubtedly the path of soul form. If that's not absolute, what is?"

"Yes, that's correct.

Certainly, after experiencing the state of no self in sword and spear, one can indeed manifest soul intent.

But...

"I'll be honest. I reached the realm of the path of soul form through an unexpected encounter. However..."

"Huh?"

"What?"

"I've never learned any footwork or lightness techniques. I don't even know how to transmit sound."

Nangong Su's face became even more bewildered.

"Then what about that incredible shape-shifting you showed in the sparring match?"

"Ah... That was..."

Movements that a human body could never achieve, breaking the limits, were made possible by the Sword Heaven Omnipotent Body.

At that time, he simply used the function of the Sword Heaven Omnipotent Body to quickly evade.

"I'll explain that later. You said that my position as Fenggong is on par with the elders. How much of the Nangong family's martial arts can I learn?"

Nangong Su, though flustered, explained the principles.

"With the qualifications of an elder, you can learn all the family's martial arts except for the secret techniques of the master."

Instantly, Zhuo Hui's eyes were filled with passion.

"Teach me the Nangong family's martial arts."

Absolute.

A realm where one could nod in agreement even if he were to establish his own school and become a grandmaster.

His subtle and refined sword techniques even surpassed the imperial sword form in some aspects.

It was absurd that such a great swordsman wanted to learn the family's martial arts.

"What specific martial arts of the main house do you want to learn?"

Nangong Su's gaze, filled with questions, met Zhuo Hui's straightforward and unhesitant response.

"Everything from the basic techniques. I want to learn everything I can with my position as Fenggong."

Are you going to start with techniques like Mabo or Chunchun Gong?

Nangong Su was speechless at Zhuo Hui's absurd answer.

He soon stared intently at Zhuo Hui.

He activated his soul intent, delved into Zhuo Hui's unique aura, and saw its essence.

The absence of inner energy circulation indicated the Empty Spirit Body, or Empty Dan.

The harmony with the energy of heaven and earth indicated the unity of heaven and man.

The essence, energy, and spirit he sensed all seemed to have reached the realm of smoke and emptiness, and his deep eyes were filled with subtlety.

Clearly, there was no room for doubt; it was absolute.

"Haha. Well, well."

But upon careful consideration, it wasn't all bad.

If this young and absolute swordsman were to wield the Nangong family's martial arts in the world, the family's reputation would undoubtedly rise.

"Alright. I'll personally refine your martial arts."

Zhuo Hui bowed deeply.

"Thank you."

Nangong Su, who had been smiling pleasantly, immediately activated his footwork, disrupting the six directions.

Pfft!

Pfft!

The Heavenly Wind Step, the first form, Six Wheel Wind. Next is the second form, Spirit Return Wind.

Nangong Su's body rotated so fiercely that it was invisible, creating whirlwinds in all directions.

"Third form, Great Derivation Wind."

Whoosh!

His figure momentarily wobbled and slipped, but he had already moved over twenty feet away.

"Fourth form, Lightning Wind."

Nangong Su, appearing and disappearing like a flickering fluorescent light.

"Fifth form, Tyrant Wind."

A slow gait.

Yet, a powerful aura dominated the surroundings, overwhelming and oppressive.

Even a skilled practitioner would be forced to retreat in a daze due to the overwhelming tyrannical force.

Zhuo Hui, observing all this with his white eyes, remained calm.

In fact, the Nangong family was not known for their lightness techniques and footwork.

But as a prestigious family, the Heavenly Wind Step demonstrated by Nangong Su was of a different caliber from the Seven Star Step that Zhuo Hui knew.

However, the information of physical diagrams continuously transmitted to his mind was causing numerous errors and glitches.

Physically, it was not optimal.

"This is the Heavenly Wind Step of our family. What do you think?"

Without a word, Zhuo Hui moved his figure.

Whirl!

Whirl!

The Sword Heaven Omnipotent Body, where all human abilities were fully realized.

His movements... were they not of this world?

Boom!

Boom!

An immense vortex, or rather, something that couldn't even be called a vortex.

Huge whirlwinds rising from all directions!

These immense whirlpools grew like sandstorms, destroying Nangong Su's carefully cultivated back garden.

But Nangong Su paid no attention to the ruined garden.

'Could this be...?'

Spirit Return Wind?

The attributes of Spirit Return Wind are illusion and evasion.

A footwork technique that creates illusions and evades by causing confusion in the opponent's vision.

However, Zhuo Hui's movements seemed to be an offensive technique in themselves, despite being the same footwork.

Whoosh.

As the thick dust in the air showed no signs of settling, Nangong Su used his inner strength to create wind pressure.

When the dust cleared, Zhuo Hui was awkwardly scratching the back of his head.

"Sorry. I had some insights and wanted to try them out..."

"No, no. But could this really be the Spirit Return Wind?"

"Yes."

"..."

Zhuo Hui deleted all the physically unnecessary diagrams and inserted numerous physical vector values to improve the completion of the Heavenly Wind Step.

Thus, it became a completely different footwork technique.

However, Zhuo Hui couldn't explain all this in words.

The only way to clarify was to demonstrate it slowly, at one-tenth of the original speed.

Nangong Su, removing his inner strength and power, moved slowly.

His every movement was scrutinized with wide-open eyes by Nangong Su.

"Wait! Hold on!"

Nangong Su, shocked, stopped Zhuo Hui's movements.

His face was as pale as if he had seen a ghost.

"That movement! What kind of movement is that? How can such movements be connected?"

Zhuo Hui's movements just now.

It felt as if spaces were transitioning into a single line.

Movements that a human body, even with a cloak, could never achieve.

"..."

Zhuo Hui couldn't answer.

The Sword Heaven Omnipotent Body, obtained through three years of mental imagery and the enlightenment of the vastness, was something that couldn't be explained in words.

A realm that made all physically impossible movements possible.

To explain this, Nangong Su would need to be taught physics.

"This is my characteristic in martial arts. For now, just think of it that way and teach me the next technique."

Nangong Su, with a solemn face, reluctantly nodded.

"Alright."

* * *

The Changtian Hall was in turmoil.

Four days ago, the elders were startled by the powerful aura swirling in the back garden of the Master's Hall.

For four days, Nangong Su, the third master, demonstrated martial arts, and Zhuo Hui accepted them.

Despite the elders' advanced age, no one left during this long period.

"Hahaha..."

When people are too shocked, they often burst into hollow laughter.

Nangong Chengchan couldn't believe what he had seen and felt over the past four days.

Nangong Wuchan, standing beside him, muttered with a dazed expression.

"Brother... What are we seeing?"

The pride and tradition of the Nangong family for four hundred years were crumbling like a house of cards.

A new Nangong was being born there.

A completely different transcendent realm, their family's martial arts were being reborn with perfect refinement.

Look at the Changgong Wuai Sword!

Changgong Wuai, meaning boundless sky, is a realm without limits.

That true realm is right there.

The pure sword intent, the infinite and supreme essence of the imperial sword.

The vast and boundless sword, weaving through the clear sky, seemed to transcend the mundane world.

A perfectly flawless sword path.

Thorough spatial control without a single gap.

The overwhelming dominance of the imperial sword, its intense presence, pressing down on the entire world.

The true imperial sword, which he had longed to see.

There, in this back garden, a more perfect imperial sword form was being born.

"Is this really the Changgong Wuai Sword? I... I..."

Nangong Wuchan, unable to hold back, burst into tears.

The sword studies he had cultivated all his life, the arduous self-cultivation, felt completely negated.

Nangong Chengchan, with a deep gaze, patted his back.

"Such things are beyond the reach of ordinary people."

Ordinary people?

How can we, the members of the Changtian Hall, be called ordinary people, brother!

Nangong Wuchan looked as if he couldn't understand.

Over fifty of his peers, who had branched out and retired or retired with a distinguished rank, had received the respect of the family as elders of the Changtian Hall.

That meant they were the best of their generation.

All these elders, who had been praised as geniuses since their youth and had honed their swords throughout their lives.

How could they be called ordinary people?

"Do not try to interpret our Fenggong with the standards of the world."

A strange light flickered in Nangong Chengchan's eyes.

"I sense some transcendent power from him. It feels like something beyond the cause and effect of the world."

"What...?"

Nangong Chengchan smiled bitterly.

"Someone who cannot be understood by the eyes of the mundane world. Someone who has shattered all the common knowledge that martial artists have believed in. Hasn't the Central Plains already welcomed such transcendent beings three times?"

"God...!"

Nangong Chengchan nodded.

"I am now certain. Our Fenggong is undoubtedly a candidate for a god."

The insight of his brother, who has achieved the absolute realm with the White Eye.

Thinking of Zhuo Hui as such a transcendent being made Nangong Wuchan feel a bit lighter.

The demonstration by the third master had just ended.

Nangong Su,