Chapter 82

Lin Xuan arrived early at the teaching area, waiting for Murong Jiaoxi.

Not long after he arrived, Ye Qing and Luo Qingshan also came one after another. The three of them chatted quietly, which alleviated the boredom.

About a quarter of an hour later, Murong Qianling appeared.

She was dressed in a silver-white light armor, with a dark green long sword at her waist. She had less of the usual charm but added a touch of heroism.

"Today, I will teach you a set of sword techniques," Murong Qianling said without any delay, getting straight to the point.

"This set of sword techniques is called the Gale Sword Technique, a mid-level mystic martial art. I will demonstrate it once, so watch carefully."

With that, she drew her long sword and assumed the starting stance.

In the next moment, gusts of wind rose beneath her feet, seemingly appearing out of nowhere, blowing through Murong Qianling's long hair. Ye Qing and Luo Qingshan were fine, as they had experienced this before, but Lin Xuan was seeing it for the first time.

He saw Murong Qianling's black hair fluttering, and she seemed to transform into a gust of wind, ethereal and intangible.

The sword rose and fell, swift as the wind and flowing like clouds, making it impossible to trace its origin or predict its path.

Lin Xuan was completely absorbed in it. He had been worrying about not having a powerful sword technique, and now that he had this opportunity, he certainly wouldn't let it go. Although Murong Qianling's movements were swift and dazzling, Lin Xuan had a mysterious small sword inside him, and his understanding of sword techniques had reached a terrifying level.

"Gale Triple Thrust!" Murong Qianling lightly tapped the ground, and her body suddenly transformed into a streak of light. The dark green long sword in her hand seemed to turn into a green hurricane, tearing through the air. Three streaks of green light pierced the void, forming a 'Z' shape.

"The Gale Triple Thrust is flexible and versatile. It can be used to pursue enemies, evade encirclements, and engage in guerrilla warfare," Murong Qianling explained while demonstrating the technique.

The three streaks of green light formed different trajectories in the air, encompassing various methods of attack, pursuit, and evasion.

Lin Xuan was amazed. Compared to the Gale Sword Technique, his Thunder Movement Sword Technique seemed to have a more singular focus on attack. However, this was quite normal, as the Thunder Movement Sword Technique was of a lower grade and incomplete, being a simplified version of some other sword technique.

"If I can learn the Gale Sword Technique, my strength will surely increase by a significant margin," Lin Xuan thought, constantly comparing the two.

At this moment, Murong Qianling changed her technique. Unlike the previous swift and fierce movements, this time her spiritual energy surged around her, like a vortex, and the wind power was awe-inspiring.

"Wind Sweeping the Clouds!"

With one slash, the green stones on the ground were scratched with countless cracks. A green tornado over two zhang high descended from the sword, rapidly sweeping forward.

Lin Xuan's pupils constricted. He felt a terrifying suction and a faint sense of danger from the green tornado, which made his chest feel heavy.

Crack!

Nearby trees were uprooted by the suction, along with the soil, and were swept into the wind.

Sssss!

As soon as the trees touched the tornado, countless green wind blades appeared, slicing the trees into countless pieces.

After moving about five to six zhang, the green tornado stopped spinning and gradually disappeared. However, Murong Qianling did not stop. She slashed again with her long sword, creating another whirlwind.

This whirlwind had only moved two zhang when it suddenly split into three, attacking in three different directions. Wherever it passed, stones were shattered, and the ground was left in disarray.

"Amazing!" Not only was Lin Xuan surprised, but even Luo Qingshan and Ye Qing let out low exclamations of surprise.

"There are two more techniques in the Gale Sword Technique. One is a defensive technique called Wind and Moon Dance," Murong Qianling said. "Qingshan, attack me with all your strength."

Luo Qingshan stood up, a faint halo appearing behind him. He drew his sword and charged at Murong Qianling with the fastest speed.

Before the attack reached her, the air around Murong Qianling suddenly became turbulent. A green light flashed, forming a crescent-shaped wind wall in front of her, deflecting Luo Qingshan's attack to the side.

After the move, Murong Qianling sheathed her sword. She didn't say anything but let Lin Xuan and the others silently ponder.

A moment later, Ye Qing suddenly asked, "Teacher Murong, didn't you say there was one more technique? What is it?"

"The last technique is too difficult for you. It requires the cultivation of the Spirit Sea realm to perform," Murong Qianling said with a calm expression. However, when she saw their eager gazes, she could only sigh in resignation.

"I'll demonstrate it once for you, so you little brats can stop being so persistent!"

She waved her delicate hand, and her long sword slashed through the air, releasing three pale green wind blades from the tip of the sword. Each blade was over a meter long, whistling as they flew into the distance.

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!

The three wind blades flashed past, slicing a stone pillar into several pieces before disappearing.

"External sword qi!" Lin Xuan's pupils constricted. This was a technique that only Spirit Sea realm martial artists could perform, and they were not yet capable of it.

"Alright, now I will demonstrate the complete set of the Gale Sword Technique, and I will explain the three major sword techniques in detail," Murong Qianling began to explain seriously.

Lin Xuan realized how fortunate it was to have a teacher. She could help them avoid many detours and directly practice correctly.

Suddenly, he frowned and cursed inwardly. Speaking of teachers, he had one inside him, and it was a terrifying one, but it spent most of its time drinking, giving Lin Xuan a very unreliable feeling.

Moreover, it was now in a deep sleep.

"It seems I need to wake up Master Wine as soon as possible," Lin Xuan decided.

Half a day later, Murong Qianling stopped her explanation. Lin Xuan and the others had memorized the techniques, and the rest would depend on their own practice and understanding.

After bidding farewell to Ye Qing and Luo Qingshan, Lin Xuan left alone. He did not return to his residence but headed towards the herb hall within the sect to inquire about soul-restoring herbs.

Passing through pavilions and terraces, Lin Xuan arrived at an independent courtyard, where buildings were scattered and people moved about.

From a distance, he could smell the scent of countless herbs and a faint aroma of alchemy. Lin Xuan knew this was the inner sect's herb hall, where all the alchemical pills used by the sect were produced.

Lin Xuan walked in, curiously looking around. Some disciples of the herb hall glanced at him and then left without expression. Lin Xuan didn't mind; he had heard of the herb hall, which was mainly composed of the herb hall's own disciples and inner sect disciples.

These inner sect disciples came to seek alchemical pills, of course, each with different means.

Some paid a large sum of money, some used connections, and others completed tasks to obtain the pills.

Lin Xuan had no special connections within the inner sect, so he planned to use the other two methods to obtain the pills he needed.

Of course, the premise was that there were soul-restoring herbs available here.

"Brother, I have a question," Lin Xuan said to a herb hall disciple, speaking calmly.