The world of martial arts, the immortal swordsman in the mortal realm.

Chapter 70, page 85: What little sword demon? This is a sword god and sword immortal! [Seeking monthly votes!]

"The Gale Sword" embodies Feng Buping's more than ten years of hard work, exhausting his intellect and resources, and can be considered his spiritual pillar.

Upon hearing Lu Chen say that it could make it stronger, Feng Buping looked at Lu Chen with bright eyes and asked impatiently:

"Tell me quickly, how can we make the Gale Sword even stronger?"

If Lu Chen had said this before the sword fight, he would have just laughed and said that Lu was just bragging and didn't know his own limitations.

but now……

Lu Chen, the "Little Sword Demon," truly lives up to his name!

"Uncle Feng, please take a look at this move of yours..."

Lu Chen took the wooden sword and went down to the arena. He began to explain and demonstrate each move to Feng Buping, starting with the first one he had figured out about how to generate power.

Judging from the moves alone, Lu Chen's Whirlwind Sword technique is largely the same as Feng Buping's.

However, the subtle details of some moves and the methods of exerting force incorporate his understanding of "hardness and softness, lightness and heaviness, emptiness and fullness," and with slight adjustments, new changes immediately occur.

While it may not be a complete transformation, it has at least been given a fresh new look.

Feng Buping watched intently, holding his breath, as Lu Chen demonstrated the moves and explained the details of the variations and the application of force. He then practiced the wooden sword a couple of times according to Lu Chen's instructions.

This test revealed that the slightly adjusted method of exerting force was indeed more fluid and natural than the method he had created himself. The changes in the moves were also more seamless and dynamic, more aggressive, and had fewer openings.

Feng Buping's eyes lit up. His spirits, which Huang Rong had barely managed to quell, quickly recovered, and he was even more spirited and excited than before, occasionally muttering to himself:
"So that's how it can be done! This move can have such variations..."

Just as he was getting excited and trying to memorize the moves, Lu Chen, who had been talking about thirty moves, suddenly stopped.

Feng Buping was taken aback and quickly asked:

"Why did it stop? What's next?"

"That's all."

Lu Chen shook his head:
"In the sparring session with Uncle Feng just now, I only managed to discern the thirty-odd techniques for channeling and exerting force; I couldn't see any of the other moves."

"..."

You only figured out about thirty moves?
Cheng Buyou and Cong Buqi were speechless, yet deeply moved and filled with admiration.

It would be one thing if he memorized all the moves from a fight, but he even managed to see through more than thirty moves, including the techniques for channeling and generating power. Furthermore, he could adjust the moves and power techniques on the spot, making those thirty-odd moves even more powerful...

This young man, Lu, is truly gifted!

What "Little Sword Demon"?
They are clearly sword gods and sword immortals!
Feng Buping did not hesitate to begin using the sword techniques that Lu Chen had explained.

While demonstrating the sword moves, he explained in detail the secrets of exerting force in each move.

Thus, Lu Chen easily learned the "108 Styles of Gale Swift Sword," a technique that Feng Buping had painstakingly developed and had never used in the martial arts world before.

With another sword technique in his repertoire, and given that Yue Buqun, Ning Zhongze, several masters from the Thirteen Protectors of Songshan Sect, as well as elders from Hengshan and Taishan Sects all acknowledged the excellence of Feng Buping's "Whirlwind Swift Sword," it's clear how superb this sword technique is.

Even Lu Chen felt that the Gale Swift Sword was slightly better than the Falling Flower Sword Technique that Huang Yaoshi used when he was young.

Furthermore, this sword technique can be made even stronger.

Lu Chen pondered for a moment, savoring the sword moves demonstrated and explained by Feng Buping. These moves corroborated his own understanding of the first and second sword imprints, and inspiration burst forth in his mind.

Then, under Feng Buping's expectant gaze, he practiced the sword moves again, making only minor adjustments to the details of the sword moves and the methods of exerting force. The result was the same as the previous thirty-odd moves: each move became more fierce and swift, more powerful, and had fewer flaws.

This is only an initial improvement.

If given more time and careful consideration, he can adjust it even further.

But Feng Buping was already overjoyed.

After Lu Chen explained all the finely adjusted and improved moves, and Feng Buping clarified some of his doubts, he couldn't wait to start practicing.

Lu Chen's improvements were merely minor adjustments to Feng Buping's original swordsmanship. After listening to his detailed explanation, Feng Buping naturally understood them very quickly and became familiar with them very soon.

As he swiftly unleashed his sword, the sword light sometimes resembled mercury spilling onto the ground, a surging river, and at other times, towering, majestic, and perilous peaks. When the sword wind arose, it was sometimes like a raging storm that uprooted trees, and at other times like a biting, icy wind that chilled one to the bone.

The exquisiteness of the moves and the grandeur of the momentum have been significantly improved compared to before.

Feng Buping felt exhilarated and practiced the "New Gale Swift Sword" three times in one go before stopping.

His previous state of mental confusion, near collapse, pale face, and swaying was completely gone. He looked radiant and seemed several years younger.

"Lu Chen!"

Feng Buping strode up to Lu Chen and suddenly bowed deeply.
"The Gale Swift Sword is the culmination of half a lifetime's work. Your help in completing this sword is tantamount to giving me a second chance. Please accept my bow!"

Lu Chen raised his hand to stop him from bowing, and said earnestly:

“Uncle Feng, you flatter me. Putting aside your kindness in taking me in, this swift sword technique alone has been of great benefit to me. Uncle Feng has been so generous in teaching me, and I am simply returning the favor.”

Feng Buping was cold and stubborn, and insisted on bowing. However, Lu Chen held his arm firmly in his hand, and no matter how hard he tried, he could not bow down.

This undoubtedly convinced him that Lu Chen not only possessed astonishing swordsmanship skills, but also unfathomable internal strength.

Truly, the younger generation surpasses the older generation...

Feng Buping sighed inwardly, no longer insisting on bowing in gratitude, and said to Lu Chen:

"I am fortunate to have met you and Rong'er. Otherwise, if I had harbored the ambition to make a name for myself with my swift sword and sweep away all the swordsmen in the world, I would have lost all face in the future."

Lu Chen smiled slightly:
"Uncle Feng, don't underestimate yourself. The Gale Sword Technique is already among the best in the world. Purely in terms of swordsmanship, there are probably only three or five other techniques that can surpass Uncle Feng's Gale Sword Technique."

He only talked about swordsmanship, not martial arts, since there were quite a few people whose martial arts were superior to Feng Buping's.

In fact, even in swordsmanship, the signature sword techniques of each school and sect can be said to have their own merits.

Aside from the truly unorthodox Dugu Nine Swords and Evil-Repelling Sword Technique, the strength of other sword techniques ultimately depends on the person wielding the sword.

While the Gale Sword is indeed powerful, it would be an exaggeration to say that it is only inferior to a handful of sword techniques such as the Dugu Nine Swords and the Evil-Repelling Sword Technique—unless it is the Gale Sword that Lu Chen improved.

"..."

Upon hearing Lu Chen's words of comfort, Feng Buping's eye twitched slightly, while Cheng Buyou and Cong Buqi also wore strange expressions, all feeling that Lu Chen was probably not very good at comforting people.

In theory, Cheng Buyou and Cong Buqi, having listened to Lu Chen's explanation, should have been able to learn the improved version of the Gale Swift Sword.

However, the Gale Sword Technique combines swordplay and internal energy. Neither of them possessed sufficient comprehension or skill to comprehend or utilize many of the subtle variations, thus they couldn't even master the original Gale Sword Technique, let alone the improved version.

But they were still genuinely happy for their senior brother and extremely grateful to Lu Chen, thanking him repeatedly.

Lu Chen was delighted to have learned a new and superior sword technique. He exchanged blows with the three old men, thanking each other profusely.

In short, everyone gained something from today's competition, and everyone was happy.

noon.

Cheng Buyou brought out the fine wine from the cellar, and Cong Buqi personally cooked for Lu Chen and Huang Rong, making knife-cut noodles and cat ear noodles.

Feng Buping also stir-fried a dish of shiitake mushrooms and sliced ​​pork.

Although their culinary skills were far inferior to Huang Rong's, it was their way of showing their good intentions, which Lu Chen and Huang Rong understood. The snowstorm in the mountains continued unabated.

Lu Chen and Huang Rong stayed there to discuss swordsmanship with Feng Buping and the other two.

Lu Chen continued to study and refine the Gale Sword, making deeper improvements. Whenever he made a breakthrough, he would share it with Feng Buping and spar with him.

Feng Buping's Gale Sword is getting stronger and stronger. In just a few days, its power has increased by more than 30%. Don't underestimate the power of just over 30%. It is extremely difficult to make any further progress in a sword technique that has exhausted a lifetime of sword skills and painstakingly created. Let alone an increase in overall power of more than 30%.

If it were Feng Buping himself, he would spend the rest of his life focusing solely on mastering this sword technique. If he could increase its power by 10% before his lifespan ends, that would already be quite an achievement.

Lu Chen was able to help him increase the power of his swordsmanship by 30% within a few days.

but.

Even the swiftest sword has its limits.

Or rather, there are limits to how a swordsman can wield a weapon.

With Feng Buping's swordsmanship talent and internal strength, no matter how much the sword technique is improved, it can only increase the power by more than 30% in his hands, which is already approaching his personal limit.

However, in Lu Chen's hands, this sword technique has not yet reached its peak.

Just as Qiao Feng could make the Taizu Long Fist move in a dazzling way, any sword technique could be transformed again and again in Lu Chen's hands.

However, this is not because a particular sword technique itself possesses such potential.

It's simply because Lu Chen endowed a certain sword technique with the potential for continuous transformation.

Just like an immortal turning stone into gold, transforming the rotten into the miraculous.

Two days later, the snowstorm finally stopped, and the sky began to clear.

Although the mountain roads were difficult to traverse due to the accumulated snow, it was no problem for martial arts masters. Lu Chen and Huang Rong, who had been stranded here for seven days, decided to venture out of the mountains to travel.

However, before they could find a chance to say goodbye to Feng Buping and the other two, an unexpected incident occurred.

"Hero Feng! Hero Feng!"

Amidst hoarse shouts, a man with a bruised and swollen face, a laceration at the corner of his eye, numerous abrasions on his palms, and a torn and muddy cotton coat revealing the cotton wadding, limped towards them from afar, leaning on a tree branch.

Upon seeing the man, Feng Buping, who was practicing his swordplay, stopped, squinted, recognized him, and went over to ask:
"Lu Si, the mountains are blocked by heavy snow, how did you get into the mountains?"

Although the snowstorm had stopped, the mountain roads were still covered in thick snow, making them extremely difficult to traverse, if not impossible.

Lu Si was quite strong and healthy, and even knew a few farming skills, but after trekking twenty or thirty miles, he still ended up in such a disheveled state, which showed how difficult the journey had been.

"Master Feng!"

The middle-aged man named Lu Si threw down the tree branch, knelt down with a thud, and said in a hoarse voice:

“A band of bandits came and set up camp on Leopard Ridge, demanding that the surrounding villages hand over grain and money… If they only demanded some money and grain, the villagers could grit their teeth and barely manage to get through it, but they also robbed women… My niece was only seventeen years old, had just been engaged, and was supposed to get married in the spring, but those damned bastards took her to their bandit camp, and her body was dumped out overnight…”

He gritted his teeth, his eyes bloodshot, and slammed his head heavily onto the ground.
"We beg you, Master Feng, to intervene and help our fellow villagers!"

As he spoke, he took out a small cloth bag from his bosom, opened it layer by layer, revealing several pieces of slightly blackened silver that had been warmed up:

"This is the money the villagers raised for Master Feng's drinks..."

Although Feng Buping and his two companions lived in seclusion in the mountains, raising chickens and growing vegetables, it was impossible for them to be completely isolated from the world.

Daily necessities such as oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar, clothing, cloth, rice, and flour all had to be purchased from outside the mountains.

They had no industry, and although they occasionally hunted wild animals and sold furs, it was not a long-term solution.

Therefore, they also received offerings from some villages and were required to help those villages in times of trouble.

However, the village was poor, and the usual offerings were just rice, flour, cooking oil, cotton and linen fabrics.

The real big profits come from large players vying for mines and getting them to step in and support the operation; that's how you make a fortune.

Feng Buping and his group wouldn't even bother with such small business dealings that only involved a few taels of silver.

However, having long received tributes from the village, Feng Buping would not ignore Lu Si's pleas.

He immediately replied with a cold and hard expression:

"I will accept this task."

As he spoke, he accepted the few taels of silver without any hesitation.

He is a man of principle; it is only natural for him to do things for money.

As for the "hero"...

Are there any true heroes left in this world today?
Seeing that Feng Buping had agreed to help, Lu Si kowtowed heavily to the ground several more times:
"Great Hero Feng, you are so kind and righteous, Lu Si kowtows to you!"

Feng Buping, expressionless, lifted him up and asked:

"How many bandits are there? Are any skilled among them?"

Lu Si said in a hoarse voice:

"That bandit group numbered forty or fifty, and they all knew how to ride horses. Their swords were incredibly strong, and none of the martial arts practitioners in the village could match them. Among them were a few who looked like Tartars from the grasslands, and their arrows were very accurate..."

"Forty or fifty people?"

Feng Buping didn't take this number of people seriously.

As for kung fu, if it's just about defeating those country bumpkins in the village, it's not too difficult to deal with.

However, a few Tartars with good archery skills posed a slight threat.

If he were to be ambushed by them during a chaotic battle, he would be alright, but Cheng Buyou and Cong Buqi might get injured.

Therefore, we must kill those few Tartars first.

Feng Buping said:

"Come inside and rest for a bit, have some hot tea to warm yourself up, and I'll get ready."

"Thank you very much, Master Feng!"

Feng Buping led Lu Si into the house. At this time, Cheng Buyou, Cong Buqi, Lu Chen, and Huang Rong also heard the commotion and gathered around. After Feng Buping explained the situation, Cheng Buyou and Cong Buqi naturally agreed to follow their senior brother's arrangements. Lu Chen and Huang Rong, who were just about to leave the mountain, exchanged a glance, and Huang Rong spoke up:
"Uncle Feng, let's go too."

Upon hearing this, Feng Buping was slightly taken aback. He glanced at Lu Chen and Huang Rong, realizing that their purpose in going there was to take the opportunity to leave the mountain.

He felt a little reluctant to part with it.

He is inseparable from Huang Rong, who is kind, obedient, speaks sweetly, and is also a great cook; he is also inseparable from Lu Chen, whose swordsmanship is unfathomable and often gives him profound insights.

However, he also knew that they would eventually have to leave. Since the snow had stopped and they knew martial arts, they would probably leave in the next couple of days.

He gently touched his chin and whispered:
"Okay, you guys go too."

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