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The fog had not yet dissipated from the training ground in the early morning.

When Wu Changfeng walked along the bluestone path, there were already thirty or forty third-generation disciples standing in order in the arena.

His gaze swept across the crowd and he saw Song Qingshu at the front. It was quite rare to see this third-generation disciple leader standing in the queue today, waiting for the morning lesson with everyone else.

Wu Changfeng didn't look around much and walked straight to the end of the line.

I had barely stood still when I heard steady footsteps coming from in front of me.

A figure in a dark blue second-generation disciple's Taoist robe emerged from the morning mist and appeared before the crowd.

The man who came was about twenty years old, with a handsome face and a scholarly air about him. He was Zhang Cuishan, the fifth uncle whom I had met once yesterday.

"Let's start practicing."

Zhang Cuishan's voice was clear and bright, and he didn't give any unnecessary instructions.

He walked to the open space in the center of the field, took a standard wooden sword from the weapon rack, weighed it in his hand, and then turned to face the disciples.

"Today I will continue to teach you swordsmanship."

As he spoke, he slowly raised the wooden sword.

The starting stance is quite similar to that of the "Gentle Cloud Sword Technique," with the sword tip slightly lowered and the blade pointing diagonally towards the ground, the posture relaxed and natural.

But then, the sword's momentum shifted—

The trajectory drawn by the wooden sword suddenly became winding and intricate!

It is no longer the smooth, flowing movement of the Soft Cloud Sword Technique, but rather has many subtle turns, loops, and pauses.

The sword's speed varies, sometimes fast like a gust of wind sweeping through grass, sometimes slow like a silkworm spinning silk, its rhythm unpredictable.

Amidst the swirling sword light, it seemed as if countless supple threads were truly winding and pulling in the air, connecting the sword moves into a dense and seamless net.

Wu Changfeng stared intently, his eyes unblinking.

His eyesight is now extraordinary; the trajectory, power, and weight shift of Zhang Cuishan's every sword strike are broken down into countless clear fragments in his eyes.

[System notification: Zhang Cuishan, a second-generation disciple of the Wudang School, has offered to teach you the "Circling Finger Soft Sword" (Second-rate). Do you wish to learn it?]

The moment the notification popped up, Wu Changfeng's heart skipped a beat.

Second-rate swordsmanship!

Moreover, judging from this sword technique, it is clearly a deepening and evolution of the "Gentle Cloud Sword Technique," capturing its essence of gentleness while adding the mystery of resilience and change.

"study."

He did not hesitate.

A more complex and sophisticated flow of information than when I was learning the "Gentle Cloud Sword Technique" flooded my mind.

[System notification: You have learned "The Soft Swordplay of Fingers" (Second-rate).]

In the skill bar, below 【Gentle Cloud Sword Technique (Great Perfection)】, there is an additional line: 【Circling Finger Gentle Sword (Beginner 0/1500)】.

After Zhang Cuishan finished demonstrating a set of sword techniques, he sheathed his sword and stood still, his breathing as steady as ever.

"This sword technique is called 'The Soft Sword of Circling the Finger,' and it is one of the advanced sword techniques of Wudang. It is based on the 'Soft Cloud Sword Technique,' and it places greater emphasis on the flexibility and winding of force, as well as the unpredictable changes in moves. You will experience it for yourselves and practice diligently."

After he finished speaking, his gaze swept over the disciples in the arena.

Most people looked bewildered. This sword technique was far more complex than the basic Soft Cloud Sword. Just memorizing the winding sword path was not easy, let alone mastering the changes in force.

Many people have started to imitate the movements, but their actions are stiff and they can hardly even get a resemblance.

However, when Zhang Cuishan's gaze fell on the end of the queue, he paused for a moment.

The new disciple, named Wu Changfeng, who had only joined the sect yesterday, was now standing alone in a corner of the open space, holding a wooden sword.

His movements were not fast; in fact, they could be described as very slow.

However, the trajectory drawn by the wooden sword already had some of the charm of "The Soft Sword of the Finger".

It wasn't a rigid imitation of the moves he had just demonstrated, but rather a grasp of the core essence of flexibility, twists, and ever-changing patterns.

Each turn of the sword tip has a natural arc, the wrist tremor and the waist rotation work in perfect harmony, and the breathing rhythm seems to adjust with the change in sword speed.

Although it's still a bit rough around the edges, it's definitely not as simple as just resembling it.

A look of surprise flashed across Zhang Cuishan's eyes.

"The Soft Sword of the Finger" may seem gentle, but it is actually extremely difficult to learn.

It requires practitioners to have a deep understanding of the "Gentle Cloud Sword Technique," at least reaching the perfect level, in order to truly comprehend the essence of its gentle force and then master this more subtle silk-reeling force and ever-changing rhythm.

Otherwise, what you'll achieve is just a showy facade, merely having the form but lacking the spirit.

But Wu Changfeng... just learned the "Soft Cloud Sword Technique" yesterday, right?

Zhang Cuishan couldn't help but glance at it a few more times.

Wu Changfeng was completely immersed in his practice.

With his eyes closed, he repeatedly practiced the core sword-wielding trajectories with the wooden sword in his hand. With each repetition, the trajectory became more refined, and the flow of energy became smoother.

The essence of "The Soft Sword of the Finger" is being rapidly digested and integrated into my mind.

The perfected "Gentle Cloud Sword Technique" provided him with an excellent foundation, which made his understanding of gentle force far superior to that of ordinary people. Now, when he came into contact with this advanced sword technique, it was like water flowing into a channel, and many key points were understood immediately.

[Proficiency in the Soft Sword Technique +252.]

[Proficiency in the Soft Sword Technique +252.]

The prompt jumps steadily at the edge of the field of vision. The proficiency bonus for Wudang martial arts from the training grounds remains effective.

Zhang Cuishan stared for a long time before finally looking away, his heart filled with turbulent emotions.

"This...this kid actually mastered the 'Soft Sword' technique?" he wondered to himself. "His comprehension...is he really a disciple who only started learning yesterday?"

He recalled his first meeting with Wu Changfeng yesterday, and the calm and reserved yet subtly sharp temperament he exuded.

At the time, I only thought he had some background in the underworld, but now it seems that it's probably more than just that.

Zhang Cuishan shook his head and stopped thinking about it.

Wudang teaching has always been relaxed, with second-generation disciples taking turns to teach. The focus is more on demonstration and guidance, rather than forcing disciples to master the material immediately.

He was by nature easygoing, and after his demonstration today, he said to everyone, "You can continue practicing. You may leave when morning class is over."

After saying that, he turned and left the training ground, heading towards the Jingxin Hall.

……

Inside the Tranquil Hall, Song Yuanqiao was reviewing the sect's expense accounts for the month when he heard footsteps. Looking up, he saw Zhang Cuishan and couldn't help but laugh, "Fifth Brother, do you remember that you were the one teaching the disciples martial arts today? What brings you here?"

Zhang Cuishan walked to the table, looking somewhat hesitant: "Senior Brother, about the disciple we accepted yesterday..."

"What happened to that disciple?" Song Yuanqiao put down the account book, looking puzzled.

"It seems he's learned the art of the 'soft sword' technique," Zhang Cuishan said, his tone uncertain.

Upon hearing this, Song Yuanqiao froze in mid-air, the teacup he had just picked up in his hand.

"What? He learned it?" He put down his teacup, the porcelain cup making a slight "click" sound as it touched the wooden table.

"It seems he's learned it." Zhang Cuishan smiled wryly, "But I'm not sure, after all, he's only been a student for two days... Senior Brother, why don't you come with me to take a look?"

Song Yuanqiao remained silent for a moment, then stood up.

"Walk."

The two left Jingxin Hall one after the other, but did not approach. Instead, they stood at a distance of several dozen steps behind an ancient pine tree at the edge of the martial arts arena, observing from a distance of several dozen steps.

Most of the disciples in the arena were still struggling to imitate the moves of "The Soft Sword of the Finger," their movements stiff and disorganized.

There was only one exception.

At the end of the line, in the open space, Wu Changfeng was already wielding his wooden sword.

Compared to Zhang Cuishan's composed and elegant demonstration, his swordplay appeared more refined and solid.

The path the wooden sword traced was no longer as awkward as before, but became smooth and continuous, with a unique sense of rhythm in its twists and turns.

The sword's speed varied, sometimes fast, sometimes slow; when fast, it was like a startled snake darting through the grass, creating a subtle sound as it cut through the air.

When moving slowly, it resembles a gentle spring stream, with the tip of the sword trembling slightly, as if it could unleash endless follow-up attacks at any moment.

What Song Yuanqiao and Zhang Cuishan cared about even more was the subtle aura emanating from Wu Changfeng.

That was not a form deliberately imitated, but a spirit naturally revealed after truly mastering the essence of swordsmanship—flexibility, winding silk, and changeability, three artistic conceptions intertwined. Although still immature, it had already begun to take shape.

"This child's comprehension is truly extraordinary," Song Yuanqiao sighed softly, his surprise still evident in his eyes.

Zhang Cuishan nodded and lowered his voice, "Senior Brother, is this really a newly initiated disciple? Judging from his martial arts foundation, it's probably more than just some basic Jianghu skills."

Song Yuanqiao did not answer immediately, his gaze still fixed on Wu Changfeng.

He watched the wooden sword trace winding yet fluid arcs in the morning light, watched Wu Changfeng's footwork perfectly coordinated with the sword's movements, watched the subtle harmony between the opponent's breathing rhythm and the changing speed of the sword...

"Hmm." After a long while, Song Yuanqiao finally spoke slowly, "Before joining the sect, he did have some martial arts skills. But I never expected this boy to have such amazing comprehension."

He paused, seemingly talking to himself, "I wonder what level he has reached in his mastery of the 'Gentle Cloud Sword Technique'."

Zhang Cuishan chimed in, "I think that the Soft Cloud Sword Technique has probably reached its perfect state."

He wasn't certain.

After all, mastering a basic martial art to perfection requires a great deal of time and comprehension.

But if not, how can one grasp the essence of "The Soft Sword of the Finger" in one go?

Song Yuanqiao neither confirmed nor denied it, only saying, "That is indeed possible. You can continue teaching; there's no need to make a fuss."

"Yes," Zhang Cuishan replied, turning and walking back to the training ground.

Song Yuanqiao stood behind the pine tree for a while longer, watching Wu Changfeng practice his swordplay with a complex expression in his eyes.

Finally, he shook his head and quietly left.