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Then, he opened his eyes and slowly raised the wooden sword.

Start with a thrust!

The movements were not fast, even somewhat slow.

But the trajectory of his thrust was exceptionally straight and stable. His wrist did not tremble at all; the power rose from the soles of his feet, passed through his waist and hips, over his shoulders and elbows, and finally condensed at the tip of the sword.

The direction the sword tip thrust out was firmly locked onto a point in the void ahead, as if there were truly an opponent's wrist there.

One sword, two swords, three swords...

He began to repeat the most basic first type of puncture.

We don't seek speed, only precision and pure power.

Yin Liting was originally strolling around the field, his critical gaze sweeping over each disciple, occasionally stopping to correct a disciple's incorrect exertion or distorted posture.

He walked to the front row, pointed at a few people, and his gaze inadvertently swept over the corner again.

As he glanced at the ground, he paused slightly.

That new disciple... seems a bit different.

Other disciples were either too eager to achieve quick results, and although their thrusts were fast, their trajectories were unpredictable and their strength was scattered.

Either be overly cautious, move stiffly, and lose the sharpness that swordsmanship should have.

Only Wu Changfeng moved steadily, each thrust penetrating the sword tip with tremendous force, and his trajectory was astonishingly stable.

Although the speed was not fast, the focus and precision had already subtly grasped the core essence of the Thirteen Swords of the Divine Gate: stability, accuracy, and concentration.

What surprised him even more was that after practicing for less than fifteen minutes, the new disciple's stabbing movements had become much smoother and more natural, instead of being slightly awkward at first.

The power exerted by his wrists became increasingly skillful, and his gaze became increasingly firm in its fixation.

"This boy... his swordsmanship foundation is quite solid," Yin Liting thought to himself, his cold face revealing no emotion.

He didn't linger, but continued walking forward, instructing the other disciples.

But when he circled half the field and came to Wu Changfeng's vicinity again, he involuntarily stopped.

At this moment, Wu Changfeng was no longer limited to a single point of attack.

He began to incorporate different sword angles and different power rhythms into his practice.

The wooden sword sometimes flicked like a viper's tongue, striking swiftly;

Sometimes it's like a bird pecking at wood, quick and precise;

At times, it would strike from the side with a cunning arc...

Although the transitions were still somewhat deliberate and the shifts between variations were a little hesitant, there was no doubt that he had begun to try to grasp the essence of the thirteen different point-stab techniques of the Thirteen Swords of the Divine Gate and attempted to connect them in the initial stages.

From unfamiliar to proficient. How long has it been?

Yin Liting stood a few steps away with his hands behind his back, watching quietly, a hint of surprise flashing in the depths of his eyes.

He himself was a sword genius with a deep understanding of swordsmanship. Naturally, he could see that what Wu Feng was showing at this moment was not a simple imitation, but a true understanding of the core of swordsmanship and a rapid transformation of it into his own instinct.

"He's mastered the internal energy application techniques of the Thirteen Swords of the Divine Gate so quickly?" Yin Liting wondered. "What kind of martial arts prodigy is this? Is he truly a born swordsman?"

He stood aside and watched silently for a long time, watching Wu Changfeng repeat, adjust, and optimize his sword moves over and over again, until his swordplay became more refined and sharper at a speed visible to the naked eye.

As he looked at him, a barely perceptible nod appeared on his stern face.

This disciple is quite interesting.

After watching for a while, Yin Liting noticed that Wu Changfeng was completely absorbed in his practice, oblivious to everything around him.

His focused expression and steadily improving sword skills already required no further instruction from him.

He shook his head, finally turned around, and continued to instruct the other disciples who were still struggling to grasp the concepts.

Wu Changfeng, however, was completely unconcerned about all of this.

He was completely absorbed in practicing his skills and improving his swordsmanship.

The perfected "Gentle Cloud Sword Technique" and "Circling Finger Gentle Sword" endowed him with an excellent foundation in the subtle control of the sword and power. At this moment, he is practicing the "Thirteen Swords of the Divine Gate", which emphasizes extreme precision and speed. Although the methods are different, they are similar.

The wooden sword became increasingly steady in his hand, and his thrusts became faster and more accurate.

At the edge of the field of vision, the proficiency indicator fluctuates steadily.

[Divine Gate Thirteen Swords Proficiency +252.]

【Thirteen Swords of the Divine Gate (Proficiency 252/4000)】

【Thirteen Swords of the Divine Gate (Minor Success 252/8000)】

As the sun rose higher and the bell rang to signal the end of morning classes, Wu Changfeng sheathed his sword and stood there, slightly out of breath.

The tip of the wooden sword still trembled slightly.

He looked at the skill bar: [Thirteen Swords of the Divine Gate (Minor Success 252/8000)].

A morning class, from beginner to intermediate level. The efficiency remains terrifying.

"That's enough for today. Consolidate your strength on your own," came Yin Liting's indifferent voice.

The disciples stopped what they were doing and bowed, saying, "Thank you for your guidance, Sixth Martial Uncle."

Wu Feng bowed along with the others and was about to turn and leave when he heard Yin Liting's voice again: "Wu Changfeng, you stay."

Wu Changfeng paused, a thought flickering in his mind, and turned to look at Yin Liting: "Sixth Uncle."

The other disciples cast curious glances, but dared not linger and quickly dispersed.

Wu Changfeng stood there, watching the other disciples leave the training ground in twos and threes, pondering Yin Liting's intention in leaving him behind alone.

Yin Liting waited until only the two of them remained on the field before walking up to Wu Changfeng.

This sixth martial uncle was thin and exuded a sharp aura.

His eyes were fixed on Wu Changfeng, his gaze scrutinizing and probing.

"You are quite proficient in swordsmanship," Yin Liting said, his voice still cold and hard, but with less of the previous aloofness. "To have mastered the Thirteen Swords of the Divine Gate so quickly shows a solid foundation. Besides the Thirteen Swords of the Divine Gate you learned today, how are your other sword techniques progressing?"

Upon hearing this, Wu Changfeng's mind raced. Was this an NPC probing his abilities?

Following the conventions of martial arts games, such dialogues often relate to subsequent opportunities or quest triggers.

He hesitated for a moment, then decided to tell the truth, but leave himself an out.

The realm of Great Perfection is too astonishing; simply saying "perfect" is enough to be awe-inspiring.

"Reporting to Sixth Uncle," Wu Changfeng clasped his hands in a calm tone, "I have mastered the Soft Cloud Sword Technique and the Soft Finger Sword Technique to perfection."

"What?" Yin Liting's sharp eyes widened suddenly, and for the first time, a clear emotional fluctuation appeared on his cold face. "You've only been a beginner for two days, and you've already mastered the Soft Cloud Sword Technique and the Finger-Wrapping Soft Sword Technique?"

He stared at Wu Changfeng, his tone becoming serious: "The way of martial arts emphasizes gradual progress and a solid foundation. Don't make empty promises just to show off; it will only harm your cultivation. Since you say so—show me."

"Yes, Sixth Uncle," Wu Changfeng replied. He wasn't nervous at all; on the contrary, he felt a little expectant.

When an NPC actively requests an inspection, it's often a sign that subsequent events are about to unfold.

Let him practice, he has nothing to be afraid of anyway.

He walked to a slightly more open area in the arena and took another wooden sword from the weapon rack. He took a deep breath and calmed himself.

First, practice the "Gentle Cloud Sword Technique".

The wooden sword begins its movement, its light flowing like mercury spilling onto the ground, smooth and continuous. The sword moves with the body, and the body moves with the sword, each move seamlessly connected.

It was clearly just the most basic Wudang sword technique, but in his hands it seemed to come alive. The sword momentum was continuous, like soft clouds rolling and turning. It looked light and agile, but in fact it had endless power.

Every thrust and every turn of the sword perfectly embodies the essence of swordsmanship. What's even more remarkable is the effortless and graceful flow of the sword, which transcends the mere technique.

Yin Liting stood to the side with his hands behind his back, his eyes fixed on Wu Changfeng's every move.

At first, his expression was scrutinizing, but as Wu Changfeng unleashed his swordplay, his cold expression was gradually replaced by surprise.

This clearly shows that he has thoroughly mastered the sword technique and reached a state of perfect harmony and unimpeded perfection!

Moreover, looking at the subtle details of the sword intent flowing and the power being released, it even... faintly touched the edge of a higher level.

After completing a set of "Gentle Cloud Sword Techniques," Wu Changfeng sheathed his sword and stood still, his breathing steady.

Without pausing, the wooden sword rose again—"The Soft Sword Around the Finger".

This time, the sword's momentum suddenly changed.

The trajectory drawn by the wooden sword became winding and intricate, with the sword speed varying from fast to slow, sometimes as fast as a gust of wind, and sometimes as slow as a silkworm spinning silk.

Amidst the swirling sword light, the supple, winding force of the sword was subtly revealed, and the sword path was unpredictable, as if countless invisible threads were truly pulling and entwining in the air.

What's even more remarkable is that Wu Changfeng adjusted his breathing rhythm in the intervals between the changes in sword speed, making his whole being one with the artistic conception of the sword technique.

As Yin Liting watched, a surge of emotions welled up within him.

He knew all too well the difficulty of the "Soft Sword Technique." This sword technique appeared gentle, but it was actually extremely difficult to learn, requiring practitioners to have a very deep understanding of soft power.

Many disciples, even after years of diligent practice, struggle to grasp the basics, let alone reach perfection.

But this Wu Changfeng in front of me... his swordsmanship is smooth and well-rounded, his use of the silk-reeling force is skillful, and his grasp of the changing rhythm is precise. How can this be considered perfect?

This was clearly the pinnacle of perfection, and even... Yin Liting keenly sensed that Wu Changfeng's sword intent faintly contained the charm of the Transcendent Realm—a realm that only the Great Perfection could reach!

But he didn't say it out loud.

After practicing the two sword techniques, Wu Changfeng sheathed his sword and looked at Yin Liting: "Sixth Uncle, this disciple has finished practicing."