Chapter 4

Shangguan Tengfeng, who had a son in his middle age, and his wife usually treated Shangguan Ruofan as a precious gem. Despite his apparent indignation and frustration, it was mostly an act; he couldn't bring himself to punish his son, who was not yet 12 years old.

Therefore, when Shangguan Tengfeng heard the old man order everyone to leave the hall, he was not angry but rather felt relieved, and was about to leave with his wife and son. Unfortunately, he was called back by the old man's stern voice before they could even leave the house.

The three of them returned to the house, and Shangguan Tengfeng made Shangguan Ruowen kneel on the ground. Shangguan Tengfeng was sweating profusely, knowing that his father was not an easy person to deal with, and placed great importance on family harmony. He knew today would not be easy, and quickly lowered his head, waiting for the old man's reprimand...

Shangguan Lingyun's tiger-like eyes were wide open, and his large hand pressed on the table, leaving a faint imprint of five fingers. Staring at Shangguan Ruofan, he asked sternly, "Ruofan, who taught you that move? It was so despicable, speak..."

In fact, not only was Shangguan Lingyun puzzled, but Shangguan Tengfeng was also full of doubt when he looked at his son. Although his son had a talent for mystic arts, he had always been cautious about teaching him too many techniques, fearing he would be overwhelmed. How could he suddenly come up with such a powerful move? How did he execute it so accurately?

Since Shangguan Ruowen's defeat, none of the elders were present, and Shangguan Tengfeng, like Shangguan Lingyun, wanted to know what had happened during the duel...

The process of the duel...

Little did Shangguan Ruofan know, but he had a different thought. He was already in awe of Feng Dasha, the assassin: "Brother-in-law is truly amazing. Grandfather is really asking about this. This is a secret of the Shangguan family, and neither Shangguan Ruowen nor Shangguan Ruowu has learned this move. Although Grandfather is angry, he might have noticed that I know this move and wants to know its origin. No, I am a man, and I can't betray Brother-in-law. Besides, I have already sworn an oath. If I reveal it, I won't be able to urinate."

If Feng Dasha knew how Shangguan Ruofan felt, he would surely put his hand to his forehead and think, "This kid is too innocent!"

Determined to stick to his principles, Shangguan Ruofan made up his mind to stand firm. Even Feng Jueyu didn't expect that the "men's agreement" would play such a significant role, protecting his identity from suspicion...

Feeling the old man's stern gaze, Shangguan Ruofan straightened his back and answered with a resolute, albeit childish, voice, "Grandfather, that move is my own creation. No one taught me."

"Your own creation?" Shangguan Lingyun, Shangguan Liuyun, and Chang Yufeng were instantly stunned.

The three people in the study were all experts in mystic arts and martial skills. Shangguan Lingyun was a high-level Heavenly Martial expert, and Shangguan Tengfeng was a high-level Mystic Martial expert. Even Shangguan Ruofan's mother-in-law, Feng Dasha's mother-in-law, was a True Martial practitioner. They all knew the significance of creating one's own martial arts.

To put it simply, among the current geniuses on the continent, those who could create their own techniques were extremely rare. Those who created martial arts techniques were among the most formidable on the continent.

You, a child, can create a sword technique at the age of 12?

Is that true?

The three of them looked at each other, unable to recover from their shock for a moment...

The old man had a lifetime of martial arts practice and had even assisted a great general in the army during the difficult times of the Tian Nan Kingdom. He was a seasoned warrior and certainly understood the importance of creating martial arts.

After some thought, the old man became confused. If what Shangguan Ruofan said was true, then the Shangguan family had produced a martial arts prodigy. Instead of punishing him, he should be greatly rewarded.

Thinking about this, the old man's anger subsided, but he was not completely blind. Creating martial arts was not easy. Could it be that this boy had stumbled upon something by chance? A sudden inspiration, a lucky move?

After some consideration, the old man suppressed his anger, slammed his hand on the table, and asked sternly, "Talking big, creating martial arts. In our Shangguan family, although we have no such talents, we understand the principles and do not speak falsely. Ruofan, you used a wooden sword in the duel with your fellow disciple. I can forgive you for that, but if you lie and do not correct your mistake, it will be unforgivable."

Chang Yufeng was startled and quickly advised, "Fan'er, don't talk nonsense. Admit your mistakes and correct them. Don't make Grandfather angry."

Shangguan Tengfeng had a similar expression...

Shangguan Ruofan, upon hearing this, was not convinced. He shook off Chang Yufeng's hand and argued, "Mother, I'm not lying. It really is my own creation. If you don't believe me... I have the incantation..."

"An incantation?" The three were stunned again.

In martial arts practice, incantations are passed down. For thousands of years, the greatest experts in the mystic arts have always accompanied their techniques with incantations to help others understand and improve.

Shangguan Ruofan not only created a move but also composed an incantation, which was truly remarkable.

Shangguan Lingyun's face suddenly turned from cloudy to sunny. He was skilled at reading people and saw that Shangguan Ruofan's claim about the incantation was genuine. He became interested in hearing it: "Alright, if you say you have an incantation, then demonstrate the sword technique and recite the incantation for Grandfather and your father to hear. If it's true, I can let your father not punish you."

"Really?" Shangguan Ruofan's eyes lit up. He excitedly stood up, ran to the side, and drew the precious blade hanging on the wall. A white stream of light instantly flashed through the air: "Grandfather, Father, Mother, watch carefully... This is my move..."

As he spoke, Shangguan Ruofan wielded the sword lightly, first using the "West Wind and Setting Sun" sword technique, reciting the incantation...

"West Wind flies in the shadows..."

"Swish, swish, swish..."

The sword light flashed, and the cold air was piercing...

"Setting Sun gazes at the green mist..."

Another move, broad and sweeping, the sword came and went, unstoppable, accompanied by mystic arts true qi, the purple light was overwhelming. Although the study was not small, the air was instantly filled with a sharp and fierce momentum, and the old man, Shangguan Tengfeng, and Chang Yufeng nodded in approval.

"Hmm, although Fan'er is young, he has a talent for martial arts. These two sword techniques are already at a 60% level. I believe the next move is the one he created. If it is as he says, and it can break Shangguan Ruowen's sword technique, then Fan'er is a promising talent for our Shangguan family..."

The old man stroked his white beard, nodding continuously...

At this moment, Shangguan Ruofan, after a series of fluid and continuous sword techniques, suddenly leaped up, the sword shadow split and then changed to a horizontal sweep, creating several purple sword flowers. His body tilted at a 45-degree angle, and he raised his sword, creating nearly five sword flowers, piercing the roof as he jumped about a meter high...

This series of sword techniques was performed smoothly, like flowing water. The three in the room knew Shangguan Ruofan's capabilities, and in the past, they would never have believed he could perform such a sophisticated move. If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they wouldn't have believed he could execute such a stunning and fierce sword technique.

The three of them opened their mouths wide, unable to believe what they were seeing. The shock in their hearts was indescribable.

As martial arts experts, the three could not fail to see the brilliance of this move...

The "West Wind and Setting Sun" sword technique mainly relies on the last two moves. The "Gazing at the Green Mist" move is a killing move. When it lands, the green mist appears, and it is a highly skilled sword technique. This move, if not fatal, can severely injure the opponent, but it also leaves a significant weakness: there is no follow-up move after the forward thrust.

This forward thrust requires deep inner strength, which Shangguan Ruofan naturally lacks, causing him to lose to Shangguan Ruowen in this move for a long time. His inner strength was not enough to achieve the maximum killing power and speed of "landing like the sun, green mist appearing."

According to Shangguan Lingyun's knowledge, this move has six variations, but he saw that Shangguan Ruofan, when executing the last move, did not fully commit to the "Green Mist" but instead transformed it into a half-real, half-illusory move.

This change added many more possibilities, especially when landing. His right foot moved 90 degrees to the left, with the outer side of his right foot facing forward. This was a brilliant and peak-level change...

It is difficult to change the trajectory when the foot is pressed down, but this change allowed Shangguan Ruofan to retain some of his strength, using his waist and foot strength to apply force to the ground and then use the rebound to make various changes.

This change was not just in one direction but in any of the 360-degree directions...

To escape, there were many options...

To attack, he just needed to find the opponent's position, use the rebound, and spin. The "spin" word could bring the sword technique to its peak, increasing its power.

Shangguan Ruowen, relying on his deep mystic arts true qi, leaped high, naturally facing Shangguan Ruofan's back. He didn't know that Shangguan Ruofan could spin and thrust like a top, and in this position, where else could he strike but the buttocks?

Finally...

The three understood why Shangguan Ruowen lost so disgracefully. This move was a masterpiece, both in attack and defense, complementing each other. Shangguan Ruowen, who had memorized the family sword techniques, could never have imagined that Shangguan Ruofan could improvise to this extent. It would be a shame to the heavens if he didn't lose.

For such a high-level move to be created by a 12-year-old child was truly remarkable.

The old man was only happy and didn't think that this high-level move was created by Feng Dasha, an assassin from Earth, using his years of experience. This move combined the strengths of various techniques, including the assassin's cunning and ruthlessness, and the brilliant "feint," making it a divine and peak-level technique.

This move was not simple but complex. If fully mastered, it could evolve into at least thirty different sword techniques. Not only could it enhance the "West Wind and Setting Sun" sword technique, but it could even be turned into a world-class sword technique...

Unfortunately, the old man could not and would not think that this move was created by Feng Jueyu, who had been in the Shangguan family for eight years and hadn't even cultivated a bit of true qi. He thought it was truly his grandson's talent.

After watching, the old man stretched out his hand and praised loudly, "Good, good, truly remarkable. This move is versatile and ingenious, a divine creation. Tengfeng, you have a good son..."

Shangguan Tengfeng was also shocked by his son's move. This move far exceeded the original power of the "West Wind and Setting Sun" sword technique, both in technique and power.

Hearing his father, who rarely praised, speak so highly, he felt a great sense of pride. The anger he had earlier because of his son's trouble was long gone, thinking, "Look at whose son he is."

In his pride, Shangguan Tengfeng didn't forget to be modest and said, "It's all thanks to Father's guidance. The blood in Fan'er's veins is a gift from Father."

Shangguan Tengfeng's flattery was excellent, and this made the old man very happy.

"Ha ha, well said, well said." His gaze slowly turned to Shangguan Ruofan, his face full of approval, his eyes shining, and he asked, "Ha ha, Fan'er, my good grandson, tell me, what is the name of this move?"

Shangguan Ruofan had never heard his grandfather praise anyone. Although practicing this move was somewhat strenuous, he was grateful to Feng Dasha, and his heart was filled with waves of gratitude. He was also extremely proud and blurted out, "Grandfather, this move is called: 'Awaiting the Fifteenth, One Sword Pierces the Chrysanthemum.'"

"What?"

"Spit..."

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