Who Let Him Cultivate?! (WX)-Chapter 929: A Little Trick With the Sword

Hearing Lu Yang's proposed method, the Taciturn Daoist Priest was suddenly struck with the feeling that his disciple had already graduated and that he no longer needed to impart his shameless trump cards to Lu Yang.

He felt that Lu Yang was perfectly capable of comprehending a set of shameless techniques that would suit him better.

The disciple has surpassed the teacher indeed.

With this Ten Thousand Swords Return to One, even if Lu Yang weren't my disciple, any outsider would assume he is.

Lu Yang found his improved method truly effective. Not only did it resolve the issue of the technique being too conspicuous, but it also solved the problem of being unable to use the Seven-Star Sword Set publicly, testament to how wonderful a method it was.

After all, as far as outsiders were concerned, the Seven-Star Sword Set belonged to Young Creed Leader Lu and had nothing to do with Lu Yang. Having never had the chance to wield the Seven-Star Sword Set properly, Lu Yang had always felt somewhat apologetic toward the swords.

This is an amazing method that kills many birds with one stone.

Soon, Lu Yang hid the Chengying Sword and the Seven-Star Sword Set in the Qingfeng Sword's small world before performing Ten Thousand Swords Return to One once more.

As expected, no trace of the technique was visible on the outside. Even the Taciturn Daoist Priest would have to give him a thumbs-up and pronounce it underhanded.

Complimented by his shifu, Lu Yang didn't grow haughty and complacent. Instead, he settled his mind and concentrated on mastering the technique.

The Taciturn Daoist Priest watched by the side and nodded repeatedly. My youngest disciple’s temperament is far better than mine when I was young.

Back in my youth, if I had conceived of any underhanded trick, I would have rushed to sabotage someone immediately. How could I have continued cultivating?

Seven days passed. Lu Yang could finally perform Ten Thousand Swords Return to One proficiently. With a slash, even the Taciturn Daoist Priest couldn't distinguish whether this attack was part of the technique or an ordinary sword strike, let alone anyone else.

During those seven days, Yun Zhi, Yun Mengmeng, and Gan Tian came and went. Yun Mengmeng even crouched nearby for a while to watch Lu Yang cultivate, though she found it dull and returned to listening to tunes.

With food, drinks, and melodies to enjoy, she had a comfortable time, far more than life in the secret domain.

“If I had known, I would have left the secret domain long ago and looked for you, Little Zhi,” Yun Mengmeng remarked as she listened to the music. When she was in the right mood, she would sway her head and hum a few lines, her voice so melodious and pleasing that it harmonized with Gan Tian’s tunes, much to the latter's surprise.

“Did you learn how to sing?”

“Not at all. I just sing for fun.”

Gan Tian was even more surprised. This means that it is pure talent.

“How about we perform together? I'll play, and you'll sing?”

The harmony of the qin and voice would greatly aid her cultivation of the Melody Dao

“Sure.” Yun Mengmeng agreed happily.

Having mastered the divine ability, Lu Yang sheathed the Qingfeng Sword in satisfaction and bid goodbye to the Taciturn Daoist Priest, rushing off eagerly to find Meng Jingzhou.

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“Old Meng, you there? Come out for a spar!” Lu Yang shouted outside Meng Jingzhou’s door.

The old horse stood guard at the entrance, completely disregarding his duty as a guardian, allowing Lu Yang to yell as he pleased.

With the increase in solar power, the old horse had discovered that the hay he was currently sun-drying had become extremely chewy, far tastier than before. Lately, he had been occupied with sun-drying hay.

Gazing at the hay spread across the ground, the old horse felt that this brought him more sense of accomplishment than serving as a guardian ever had.

“Why are you shouting like a ghost?” Meng Jingzhou emerged from ice-cold water, dripping wet from head to toe. To soothe his restless heart, Meng Jingzhou had taken to immersing himself in freezing water, forcing himself to calm down.

“I just learned a couple of moves and wanted to spar with you,” Lu Yang said with a grin.

“Oh ho? Feeling confident in your abilities, are you?” Meng Jingzhou’s interest was piqued. With a shake, he ceased suppressing his yang energy, and the terrifying yang energy radiating from him instantly dried his clothes and hair.

He had been studying under his old ancestor for over a year now, and with the surge in solar power strengthening his Single’s Spirit Root, his improvement could only be described as meteoric. A mere Lu Yang is nothing to fear.

“So what did you learn?” Meng Jingzhou shot a sidelong glance at Lu Yang. I can’t help but feel that this grandson is up to no good.

“Just a couple of little tricks with the sword,” Lu Yang replied with feigned modesty.

Just as Lu Yang didn’t believe Meng Jingzhou’s nonsense, Meng Jingzhou didn’t believe a word of Lu Yang’s either.

Seeing that the two were about to come to blows, the old horse gathered up the hay he had been drying, clearing the space for them.

Lu Yang and Meng Jingzhou stood facing each other on the lawn. A gentle breeze swept through, sending waves across the grassland and rustling their robes.

With a mighty shout, Meng Jingzhou’s abundant yang energy formed a distinctive aura field around him. He settled into a horse stance, fists positioned one before the other, watching Lu Yang warily.

Lu Yang drew the Qingfeng Sword from his waist, the blade scraping against the scabbard’s mouth with a sharp shiiing. He raised the sword steadily, the tip aimed at Meng Jingzhou without the slightest tremor, and demanded sternly, “Meng Jingzhou! Why do you not kneel before this genius?!”

Meng Jingzhou flew into a rage on the spot. “I’ll kneel to your grand—”

Before he could finish speaking, Meng Jingzhou dropped to his knees with a thud, a dazed look on his face.

Even the old horse who was chewing on his hay was dumbfounded. He couldn’t make sense of what technique Lu Yang had just employed.

Lu Yang put on a surprised expression. “Aiya, I was just joking, Old Meng. Why did you actually kneel? No need for that, no need at all.”

This sensation of being forced to kneel was all too familiar to Meng Jingzhou. This is the damn Immortal-Exterminating Sword Array!

The question is, when did Lu Yang activate it?

“Well? Can’t figure out how I did it, can you?” Seeing the dumbstruck expression on Meng Jingzhou’s face, Lu Yang was incredibly thrilled.

Meng Jingzhou nodded honestly. He really wanted to know how Lu Yang did it.

“Simple. My Qingfeng Sword contains a small world. I can activate the Immortal-Exterminating Sword Array inside it, then execute Ten Thousand Swords Return to One. That way, whoever I point this sword at will have to kneel.”

Meng Jingzhou. “...”

This is what you call a little trick with the sword?

He had prepared himself to counter Lu Yang’s Immortal-Exterminating Sword Array, but no amount of preparation could have let him anticipate how much the array had evolved.

Who could possibly defend against that?

Lu Yang stopped the Immortal-Exterminating Sword Array, allowing Meng Jingzhou to rise.

“Come, come, now we’ll officially begin fighting.” Lu Yang smiled, assured of his victory.

Meng Jingzhou ground his teeth in frustration. Do you really think I have no way to deal with you?

“Take my sword! Breaking Word Mantra!” With a yell, Lu Yang thrust the Qingfeng Sword forward. It tore through the air, swift as lightning.

The corner of Meng Jingzhou’s mouth curled into a cold smirk. It’s just the Breaking Word Mantra. You’re totally looking down on me.

He originally wanted to face it head-on, but suddenly, an inexplicable sense of foreboding seized him, causing him to instinctively dodge. A trench now scarred the spot where Meng Jingzhou once stood.

This is definitely not the power of the Breaking Word Mantra!

“That’s not the Breaking Word Mantra at all, damn it!”

Meng Jingzhou suddenly recalled that when Lu Yang was explaining how to secretly employ the Immortal-Exterminating Sword Array, he had mentioned needing to execute it first, then combine it with Ten Thousand Swords Return to One.

If I take a step back and think about it, is it possible to just perform Ten Thousand Swords Return to One?

Of course, that’s possible.

This strike outwardly appears to be the Breaking Word Mantra, but in truth, it is Ten Thousand Swords Return to One!

A massive hand emanating an ancient, primordial aura materialized behind Meng Jingzhou, its elbow bending to shield him.

A resounding clang echoed as the Qingfeng Sword collided with the ancient hand, piercing its surface and nearly penetrating it.

“Dharma manifestation?” Lu Yang exclaimed in surprise. This ancient hand was part of some kind of dharma manifestation. It seems that Old Meng had learned to manifest a dharma body while studying under Meng Junzi.

Lu Yang struck again, his sword meeting the ancient hand again.

Surprisingly, the Qingfeng Sword failed to pierce it this time—it was merely an ordinary sword move.

Just as Meng Jingzhou was about to retract the ancient hand, Lu Yang delivered a fourth strike, once again nearly penetrating the hand, frightening Meng Jingzhou into refraining from any other actions.

Ten Thousand Swords Return to One!

Meng Jingzhou’s forehead was drenched in sweat as he vaguely figured out Lu Yang’s battle tactic.

There was no discernible difference between Ten Thousand Swords Return to One and an ordinary sword strike. One couldn’t distinguish them without engaging the moves.

And he simply dared not gamble on what sword move Lu Yang would employ next, as a single wrong guess meant defeat. His only option was to maintain the dharma manifestation continuously.

Lu Yang thrust the Qingfeng Sword again and again in rapid succession, interspersing numerous ordinary moves with occasional strikes of Ten Thousand Swords Return to One.

Meng Jingzhou still couldn’t sustain the dharma manifestation indefinitely. In the end, the ancient hand disintegrated, and he was forced to admit defeat.

“Alright, alright, you win.” Meng Jingzhou glared at Lu Yang sullenly. “Where did you learn such a devious move?”

Forget myself, any Basic Divine Transfiguration cultivator would be hard-pressed to deal with such an underhanded move.

Lu Yang straightened out his collar and replied earnestly, “Shifu said I must tell outsiders that I comprehended this technique myself and that it has nothing to do with him.”