Chapter 80

At the moment he completed the breakthrough of the acupoints, Wei Changfeng opened his eyes.

In the darkness, it seemed as if a flame had flashed!

He exhaled a long breath of white vapor, slowly stood up from the cushion, and his entire body's joints immediately made a fine cracking sound. If one's hearing was sharp enough, they could count a total of 206 sounds!

With this simple movement, Wei Changfeng exercised all the bones in his body, and the muscles attached to them began to wriggle, twist, and swell.

The numbness in his body caused by the long night of sitting soon disappeared without a trace, and the blood and qi beneath his skin became active again, making him feel the boundless vitality stored within his body!

This method of physical cultivation was learned from a master's notes. After mastering it, a martial artist could enter a combat-ready state in the shortest time, which was very practical and useful.

Putting on his outer robe, Wei Changfeng picked up his long sword and pushed open the door to walk out.

It was not yet dawn, and it was still snowing lightly outside. He stepped on the thick layer of snow and walked toward the courtyard where he practiced swordsmanship.

Half a month ago, after killing Hao Xiong and winning the life-and-death duel, and advancing to become a senior disciple, he moved to the Qingyuan Cottage.

Of course, this was not a request made by Wei Changfeng himself, but an order from Dongfang Caibai.

It was only a few days later that he learned this was the idea of his senior sister Yu Qinghong, with the purpose of allowing him to focus on practicing swordsmanship in the Qingyuan Cottage, preparing for the academy's grand competition at the beginning of the next month and the selection of the dragon and phoenix on the third day of the third month.

Wei Changfeng did not disappoint Yu Qinghong's expectations. In the past half month, he had only returned home three times and had not stayed overnight. He practiced the Qianyang Zhengfa and the Wanzong Sword Technique day and night.

Every morning at this time, regardless of whether it was windy, rainy, thundering, or snowing outside, he would arrive at the courtyard on time to practice swordsmanship, staying there all day without going out.

As the saying goes, "The fragrance of plum blossoms comes from enduring the bitter cold, and the sharpness of a sword comes from being honed."

Several branches of cold plum blossoms extended over the wall, emitting a faint fragrance. Sword light flashed in the courtyard, bringing a whistling wind that shattered the snowflakes falling from the sky.

Half a month ago, Wei Changfeng had already cultivated seven out of the twelve sword techniques of the Wanzong Sword Technique to a certain level of proficiency. Now, the other five techniques had been thoroughly mastered.

Therefore, his cultivation of this sword technique had entered a new level.

No matter how the techniques change, the essence of the Wanzong Sword Technique remains the same. Although it is a basic sword technique, each move corresponds to the fundamental actions of swordsmanship. Only by truly grasping the essence can one lay a solid foundation in swordsmanship.

Mastering the Wanzong Sword Technique will make learning any other sword technique in the future much easier!

As a foundational technique, the more effort one puts in, the better. All the sword techniques of the Wanzong Sword Technique can be freely combined, leading to infinite variations and significantly enhancing combat power.

Wei Changfeng's current cultivation of the Wanzong Sword Technique had reached this realm.

According to Dongfang Caibai, there were no restrictions on the combination of the Wanzong Sword Technique's moves. How to use them depends entirely on the sword practitioner's insight and adaptability in combat.

Chop, slash, thrust, cut, point, stab... the twelve sword techniques were repeatedly performed by Wei Changfeng, with the order of the moves constantly changing. After a slash, it could be followed by a cut or a thrust, or even a heart-stirring move, making the variations of the sword techniques increasingly diverse.

"Watch out!"

Accompanied by a sharp cry, a graceful figure appeared near Wei Changfeng, and a sword light flashed, piercing toward his vital point on the chest.

Wei Changfeng was not surprised at all. He immediately stepped aside, and his long sword swung in the opposite direction.

Clang!

The two long swords collided in the air and then swung apart. The attacker suddenly took a half-step forward, and a heavy sword shadow pressed down on Wei Changfeng.

Wei Changfeng parried with his sword, defending tightly, remaining immovable despite the fierce attack.

As the opponent's sword momentum approached, he suddenly thrust his sword straight out, fiercely stabbing at the attacker's shoulder!

This sword move was extremely fast, and the angle of attack was quite tricky. The attacker, unprepared, had to retreat two steps to avoid the sharp point, and the situation of attack and defense was immediately reversed.

However, Wei Changfeng did not take the opportunity to continue the attack but instead sheathed his sword and smiled, saying, "Senior Sister, you came early!"

The attacker was none other than Yu Qinghong.

During the time he lived in the Qingyuan Cottage, Yu Qinghong came to the courtyard every morning to practice swordsmanship with Wei Changfeng, and they had become very familiar with each other.

Yu Qinghong also sheathed her sword and said irritably, "Why didn't you continue the fight?"

Wei Changfeng smiled bitterly and said, "Shouldn't we switch to wooden swords first?"

Both of them were holding sharp long swords. Even in normal sparring, there was a risk of injury, especially since Yu Qinghong was at the eighth level of physical cultivation and Wei Changfeng was at the sixth level.

With insufficient cultivation, it was difficult to control the strength, so using specialized wooden swords for practice was the best option, as they would only cause bruising if they hit the body.

Yu Qinghong shook her head and said, "Wooden swords are no fun and affect the feel and performance. During the academy's grand competition, no one will use wooden swords on the battlefield."

Practice and actual combat are different. Using wooden swords for practice and then switching to iron swords would result in significant differences in sword techniques and the use of true qi. Clearly, Yu Qinghong wanted Wei Changfeng to gain more combat experience.

Among the nearly a hundred senior disciples of Jingyun Academy, Wei Changfeng's cultivation realm was undoubtedly the lowest. With the grand competition approaching, Yu Qinghong was worried for him!

Wei Changfeng, of course, understood her thoughts, but it was really difficult for him to fully engage in practice with his senior sister using iron swords, so he could only smile and pretend to be confused.

Yu Qinghong couldn't help but roll her eyes and said, "Also, your long sword is too inferior. Why don't you get a new one? If you don't have enough money..."

Wei Changfeng quickly said, "I'll go get a new one today. I have the money, thank you, Senior Sister!"

His original green sword was broken in the life-and-death duel with Hao Xiong. Later, he bought a standard long sword in Jingyun City.

The weapons used by martial artists are diverse and varied. There are more than a dozen types of swords alone, classified into five major grades: standard, fine-cast, named, spirit, and divine, with each grade further divided into upper, middle, and lower qualities.

Standard weapons are the most common, and any skilled blacksmith can forge them. The materials are ordinary, but the price is the cheapest and most practical, making them affordable for all martial artists.

A standard long sword, depending on its quality and decoration, can cost between 20 to 100 taels in Jingyun City. The long sword Wei Changfeng currently had cost him 50 taels.

Fine-cast weapons can only be made by advanced blacksmiths, with better materials and craftsmanship than standard weapons. They can cost hundreds or even thousands of taels, which is beyond the means of ordinary people.

The green sword Wei Changfeng originally used was an upper-quality fine-cast sword, which was quite valuable.

He was not unwilling to buy a better one, but currently, upper-quality fine-cast swords were in short supply in Jingyun City, and the few available were sold at extremely high prices, which he found not worth it, so he decided to use a standard one for now.

This was an inevitable situation, as Jingyun City had only a few weapon workshops, and most weapons were imported from outside, making high-quality ones particularly sought after.

However, Wei Changfeng had asked Wan Haoming from the Four Seas Pavilion for help, and he didn't know if he could get a new sword today.

By now, it was already bright, the sky was still overcast, but the wind and snow had mostly stopped.

"I was just about to go to the city..."

Yu Qinghong blinked and said, "Why don't we go together?"

Wei Changfeng nodded and said, "Sure!"

Yu Qinghong giggled, "I'll go change clothes, it won't take more than half an hour!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she disappeared, leaving behind a tinkling laugh.

Wei Changfeng couldn't help but touch his nose, feeling a bit helpless.

How could he not know that Yu Qinghong had a bit of affection for him? To say he was completely unmoved would be a lie, after all, her appearance and character were outstanding.

However, the reborn Wei Changfeng was determined to pursue the supreme martial path and had no time or energy for romantic entanglements. Therefore, he could only be cautious in his words and actions to avoid misunderstanding and find other ways to repay her kindness.

After practicing swordsmanship for about half an hour, Yu Qinghong returned.

She had clearly dressed up carefully, changing from her original martial attire to a white dress, with a red coat over it. She looked truly beautiful and charming, making Wei Changfeng stare for a moment.

Yu Qinghong chuckled, "What are you looking at, dummy? Let's go..."

Wei Changfeng could only smile bitterly, "Then I'll be your attendant today, Miss Yu!"

He was dressed very simply, in a plain blue robe, making him look like an attendant when walking with Yu Qinghong.

Yu Qinghong wrinkled her nose proudly, "I'll give you credit for knowing your place!"

After a brief preparation, the two left the Qingyuan Cottage.

What Wei Changfeng did not expect was that as soon as he and Yu Qinghong walked out of the courtyard, a martial academy warrior approached them quickly and blocked their path.

"Is this Wei Changfeng, Senior Brother Wei?"

The warrior bowed respectfully and said, "I am Fang Chi, a regular warrior of the Qingyun Hall. I have been ordered by the officer to invite Senior Brother to the Qingyun Hall, as there is a task for the senior disciples to be assigned!"

A task for senior disciples?

Wei Changfeng frowned, "Now?"

Yu Qinghong couldn't help but snort.

The warrior nodded and said, "Yes, I am just following orders. Please do not be offended, Senior Brother and Senior Sister."

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