Azure Heaven Saber-Chapter 111 - 98 Opening Sky 9 Styles 10 additional

Chapter 111: Chapter 98: Opening Sky 9 Styles [10 additional updates for the silver alliance leader Haishan have been completed]

Chapter 111 -98: Opening Sky 9 Styles [10 additional updates for the silver alliance leader Haishan have been completed]

“Then give me more of it, the better I do, the better you’ll do!”

However, the feeling of difficulty and helplessness followed.

The Dao Classics are the Dao Classics, and I am me.

Feng Yin immediately realized: “You don’t have permission? Or not enough permission?”

There came a wave of slightly embarrassed emotion.

“Who has the permission then? Or how can one get enough of it?” Feng Yin asked.

Silence.

Feng Yin sighed, a sense of wisdom born amid his rapid thoughts. It seemed he’d still need to keep increasing his Qi, bit by bit, to unlock other functions or abilities of the Dao Classics.

“So what’s your use then?”

After a long silence, Feng Yin finally asked.

The knife seemed also to feel it wasn’t of much use, feeling rather despondent and gave a turn.

In a moment, a thought came.

“Oh, you know sword techniques? And very strong ones at that? And other types of moves, too? Many, many?”

The knife didn’t sound too confident.

But Feng Yin’s eyes started shining.

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This was exactly what he needed right now, just like getting a pillow when dozing off, just right!

But he needed to keep his composure.

He couldn’t let this disheartened knife gain sudden confidence.

“Is that all?”

The knife’s mood plummeted further, because that was all it could give at the moment. The more it recovered, the more it could remember.

But it didn’t prevent it from feeling despised by its new owner…

And then it sent out a sensing again.

“Oh, it has to eat a lot? It’ll help in battles after it eats more? At first, it simply integrates with the knife?”

Great joy filled Feng Yin’s heart – this use didn’t seem too small after all, but he kept an air of contempt on his face.

“Is that all?”

More wavering, more sensing.

“Can it condense into a mystical blade? But that would require consuming a lot, right?”

Feng Yin was becoming more and more satisfied deep down, even more satisfied than he’d expected.

“Are there many other features? But it can’t remember or unlock them because it hasn’t eaten enough?”

Feng Yin took a deep breath, imitating Huang Shiren’s expression, “But the landlord’s family has no surplus grain.”

The knife was somewhat confused.

What did it mean?

The table… still had so much… you said it was all useless, right?

Feng Yin sighed, “Nah, you must give me some benefits first, like sword techniques, or else. You swallowed three King Rank Spiritual Pearls last time without giving anything in return. I won’t be tricked this time.”

In the end, Feng Yin handed over sixteen Spiritual Pearls, while the elixir remained untouched.

The knife didn’t consume all, but saved some.

This puzzled Feng Yin.

The knife swayed its blade: Will eat next time.

Feng Yin suddenly understood: Like humans, it eats according to meals. So, one meal equals sixteen Spiritual Pearls?

Immediately after, his mind filled with profoundness, as if his soul had entered a unique space.

A shadow holding a long knife was practicing sword techniques.

It was typical. Drawing the sword, striking with it.

Just one move.

But the rhythm of the body and the method of operating the technique were all emerging in Feng Yin’s mind.

Suddenly, Feng Yin saw an unusual scene.

In the endless darkness, a sword suddenly appeared!

This sword was like a ray of light piercing through the whole night!

All of a sudden, from the chaotic world, a gleam of light appeared, eternal and unextinguishable.

This sword was the first sword when the world was born!

“Sky Opening Nine Styles.”

Feng Yin understood the name of this sword. Yes, the name of this sword technique.

This sword technique was called the Sky Opening Nine Styles!

There were nine moves in total. He didn’t know about the rest, but this first one was already enough for him to ponder over for a long time.

Chaotic One Strike.

This strike seemed simple, but the intricate coordination among the muscles, the body movement, the flow of blood, Qi channels, circulation of mystical energy, and the synchronization of essence, Qi, and spirit was already startlingly exquisite.

“If this strike takes form…”

Watching the repetitive practice in his mind, the intention of this strike piercing through the primordial chaos filled Feng Yin with such an excitement the blood in his veins seemed to boil and his body trembled slightly.

“Finally, I have my own sword technique!”

This thought excited Feng Yin. After so many years since he had crossed to this world, he had been using ordinary stuff, but now, he was able to enjoy the luxury.

And it’s the unique one in the world.

The knife became obviously spirited after consuming so many Spiritual Pearls.

In the future, as I eat more and remember more, and when your cultivation level reaches the standard, new things will keep appearing.

Yes, I’ll also speed up the fusion of the Dao Classics, to assist you as you continually break the seals.

This situation is about the same as Feng Yin’s prediction, essentially identical.

This sword is a spiritual weapon, existing between reality and virtuality, and once this sword is fully formed, it should be incredibly powerful.

But it’s not ready yet, it’s still far from it. It needs constantly to absorb demon beast soul pearls to enhance and perfect itself.

As the sword gets refined and as my own cultivation progresses, I will gain more as well.

All of this is what Feng Yin looks forward to greatly.

What truly captivates Feng Yin is that the sword should know many powerful moves and martial arts techniques.

This thing is pretty sly, though. For example, it only tells me about its swordplay. It just glosses over other topics like fencing, showing them to us without actually giving them to us.

But that’s reasonable. Feng Yin can feel the sword’s concerns. The sword is concerned that if it hopes Feng Yin learns other techniques besides swordplay, and finds them more suitable, he might abandon the sword, diminishing its value and use.

“Don’t worry, I still have a strong affinity for swordsmanship. I have the highest interest in it among all weaponry,” Feng Yin says.

The Space of Consciousness gives off a happy response that’s barely been restrained. It feels like it’s holding back from bursting into ecstatic laughter.

“This damn thing is just a proud sword at its core.”

Feng Yin has grown more certain of this.

“Actually, your concerns are not only unnecessary, they’re also quite narrow-minded. All tools have their usefulness, and each weapon has its unique advantages in their respective conditions. As a spiritual weapon, shouldn’t you be able to change into various forms? That would maximize your value, instead of limiting yourself to one form,” Feng Yin persuades patiently.

“So in the future, there’s no need for any selections. Just give everything to me,” Feng Yin shared, worrying that this weapon may keep secrets about techniques it doesn’t want to share.

Unbeknownst to Feng Yin, the sword would never keep secrets because it doesn’t have that authority….

“Let go of your worries and work with me wholeheartedly. No matter the weapon used, you’ll always be the one in control. We’ve agreed on that from the beginning, and it won’t change,” Feng Yin assures.

The moment he said it, the sword’s excitement intensified several folds.

That makes sense. Whatever weapons I can use is okay! I can stop worrying about it now!

“We’re going to fight our way through the martial world together, to conquer the world! If we see someone who isn’t convinced, we’ll chop them!” Feng Yin entices.

The opponent is a sword after all. The mission of a sword is to fight. Won’t this sword be an exception?

Sure enough, a wild desire to dominate and battle rose up within the sword. It began to imagine itself slashing powerfully across the world, being invincible and domineering.

Suddenly, the sword’s aura became overwhelmingly intense, appearing invincible.

Feng Yin can’t help but get a scare: “Stop, you need to stop! Those are our future goals! Right now, we’re too weak, I need to grow, you also need to grow, we don’t have the foundation or depth for this….”

But despite Feng Yin’s words, the forceful, domineering aura that seemed to say ‘I’m invincible in this world’ continues to radiate, rise, and spread infinitely….

Apparently, the sword is already immersed in this feeling of invincibility and can’t pull itself out. It’s fantasizing about cutting across the north and south, cleaving across the world, slicing through heaven and earth, splitting the boundless universe… in an undefeated manner.

“…”

Feng Yin stops talking.

Oh well, let it daydream and enjoy for now.

If you want to reach the realm like you are fantasizing, at the very least you have to bear with me for over a thousand years!

After familiarizing himself with the operation of this move in the courtyard, the sense of awkwardness coming with handling this sword made Feng Yin more eager about the Gold Rank training.

But the power of this move seems a bit huge.

From Feng Yin’s perspective, this move is tricky, like an antelope hanging its horns without a trace.

Even himself, the one who swung the sword, was somehow dazed. How did the sword suddenly come out from there? And without any tricks, the wave of the sword appeared majestic, dominating, and unmatched!

It’s like a collection of contradictions. It truly is creating something out of nothing, inheriting the past and ushering the future!

Now that I have the sword technique, but to be able to use this sword technique freely in battle requires a long period of practice.

The most fatal thing is, I dare not practice too much.

Because the feelings of discomfort associated with handling the sword, and the sense of coordination from every part of the body… are both lacking!

Not to mention the unity and coordination of the body, energy, and spirit that’s required to bring about a fatal strike. These all require a combination of the most basic things.

And these, Feng Yin can’t say he doesn’t have them, but can only say he’s missed all of them.

“Gold Rank training, oh…”

The two children merrily ran around the courtyard, while Feng Ying continued cultivating her natural gifts in order to make a major leap.

She hopes that next time when Feng Yin goes out, he could take her along and fight alongside her.

She hopes, waits and yearns eagerly…

…

Elsewhere, a beaming He Xiangming opened the door to welcome two tall and svelte women who wore veils into her home.

“I haven’t seen you two in so long, I’ve missed you a lot.”

The scent of tea just started drifting.

A woman robed in white opened her mouth in a clear tone: “Sister Xiangming, your figure has become more dominant recently. Have you felt more open-minded lately? Or have you opened up several times already? How come you’re getting so…”

The other woman in black frowned: “Jiang Zhongxue, could you please say a few words that are classic sounding for once? After all, you’re also a daughter of a respectable family, and the moment you open your mouth you’re like a ruffian. Don’t you know I seriously dislike being with you? It’s too damaging to my image.”

Jiang Zhongxue in white said: “Of course you aren’t willing to be with me; I don’t have the ability to make you happy. Even assuming you were, I wouldn’t want to.”

The woman in black couldn’t help gritting her teeth: “This is the last warning, if you provoke me again, I won’t let you have the chance to know whether you’re happy or not happy!”

Jiang Zhongxue casually takes off her veil, revealing a face of unparalleled beauty. She sits down leisurely, extending her long legs languidly.

She immediately feels comfortable all over. Her body melts into the chair, the marvelous curves of her body clearly visible. She says, “Looks like you know what it means to be happy. Then why are you losing your temper? Miss Zhan Pinting, could it be you’ve already experienced happiness, that’s why you understand it so well?”

….

[I managed to write quite a lot today, even had a bit of a chat. But about this medicine, I only managed to take four doses before I started feeling not so great. Ah…I want a drink. I really, really want a drink! Please give me a few monthly tickets to comfort me.]