A Man in the Snow: Starting with a Sword Challenge to the Northern Liang Prince's Palace

A carriage, though not particularly luxurious, was being pulled by two fine horses and was slowly making its way along the official road.

However, the man in charge of the carriage had two knife scars on his face and looked fierce and menacing, not at all like a good person. The ghost-headed knife next to him was enough to explain everything.

However, this fierce man was trembling uncontrollably, clearly frightened by something.

"This young master wants to comprehend swordsmanship."

Ye Yun's voice came from inside the carriage.

"Yes, young master, don't worry... don't worry, we will make sure the carriage travels smoothly."

The scarred man's voice trembled slightly, but more so with fear.

Ye Yun was thinking about how to get a personal mount that he could use for daily travel, preferably one that could fly.

There are many strange beasts in the snowy world, such as the red-crowned crane that Hong Xixiang rode. This bird can be said to be a divine beast. It was the mount left by Lu Zu on Wudang Mountain, which means that it has lived for more than 500 years.

According to later generations, this horse was called "Maybach".

It seems that there are no more flying creatures in the sky, but there are more running creatures on the ground, such as the tiger-like beast Kui, the black tiger of Longhu Mountain, the tapir beast of Western Shu, the Kui turtle that lives in the water, and the Qilin raised by the Daode Sect.

"If that's the case, then let's try to catch them all and see if we can tame one for transportation."

Ye Yun muttered to himself.

Of course, the best one is the Qilin. Just those two words alone make it far superior to other mythical beasts, regardless of whether it is a true ancient divine beast or not, as long as it has some blood relation to that ancient divine beast.

As for the carriage and coachman we are currently riding in.

Naturally, they borrowed it from the mountain stronghold of those "bandits" and "mountain strongmen".

It's just that this "borrowing" is a bit too harsh.

Ye Yun wiped out an entire bandit stronghold, slaughtering them all except for the coachman who was driving the carriage. If it weren't for the fact that the coachman had good physique, he would probably have already died by Ye Yun's sword.

shhhhhhhh!

Ye Yun flicked his sleeve, and twelve miniature swords flew out suddenly. The aura that belonged to Deng Tai'a on them had already been forcibly erased by him.

As a result, these twelve miniature swords lost their original spirituality and became high-grade ordinary swords.

The flying sword technique recorded above is extremely exquisite. It does not rely on complicated combinations of moves or the use of the power of heaven and earth to kill people. Instead, it uses one's own essence and blood to nourish the sword, eventually cultivating one's own natal flying sword.

It is similar in principle to the immortal sword within Ye Yun's body, except that Ye Yun's current strength is not enough to use the immortal sword at will.

Its core is to nurture the sword with one's own body, turning it into twelve spiritual flying swords, each containing one's own sword intent. One drives the flying swords with one's own thoughts, thereby killing people at an extremely tricky and unpredictable speed.

What makes Deng Tai'a most admirable is that he used his talent to enhance the use of flying swordsmanship, forming a complete sword formation that can kill even celestial beings, especially those with primordial spirit damage.

This is what Ye Yun is truly interested in.

To prove the Way through technique.

The pursuit of precise, lethal strikes.

to be honest.

This flying sword technique can be summed up in two words.

"kill!"

This is exactly what Ye Yun needs and likes most.

It doesn't care about being aesthetically pleasing or having any grandeur.

Regardless of victory or defeat, only the result matters.

You die, I live.

Gazing at the twelve miniature swords spinning in the air, moving at will,

Ye Yun pointed a finger at the twelve flying swords, and the powerful sword finger forcibly broke the twelve miniature swords in two.

呲呲呲!

The carriage was filled with fragments of small swords. With another wave of his hand, these flying sword fragments vanished from the world.

Ye Yun now held twelve strands of sword intent of different colors. These were Deng Tai'a's sword intent. It was unexpected that even though Deng Tai'a was dead, he still had a trick up his sleeve.

If Ye Yun were to directly use these twelve flying swords to begin cultivating flying sword techniques, he would likely be injured by these twelve sword intents. He might not be able to kill them, but he would ultimately suffer severe injuries, risking a drop in his cultivation level.

These twelve flying swords were nurtured by Deng Tai'a. Without his exclusive and specific methods of use, no one could truly control them.

Ye Yun's eventual capture of the twelve flying swords was likely part of Deng Tai'a's plan.

The calculations were extremely sophisticated.

pity.

pity.

Ye Yun's talent was too high; he actually grasped the core of it.

Sitting in the carriage, Ye Yun was not angry at Deng Tai'a's scheme; instead, he showed a happy expression.

Looking at the twelve sword intents of different colors in his hand, which perfectly represented the different attributes of the twelve flying swords.

It contains Deng Tai'a's sword intent, spirit, and willpower cultivation, all of which have been infused into it. Even if a terrestrial immortal were injured by its power, he would still be severely injured.

No wonder the way of the sword has remained popular in the world of martial arts for so long.

It is entirely possible to unleash a destructive power that surpasses its own level.

Once you reach the Profound Realm, you can fight beyond your level and contend with terrestrial immortals.

It turned out to be the case.

Ye Yun suddenly took a deep breath, forcibly swallowing the sword intent of the twelve flying swords into his stomach.

He used the sword intent within his body to forcefully suppress, compress, and obliterate the sword intent within.

Ye Yun's meridians and acupoints were constantly being impacted by these twelve sword intents, but he released the shackles, allowing these twelve sword intents to roam freely.

At this moment, Ye Yun felt as if thousands of flying swords were piercing through his body. Just when he couldn't bear it anymore, he tried to force it out using his own sword intent.

A surge of intense sword intent suddenly arose within his body.

Suddenly.

These twelve sword intents instantly became incredibly obedient, and at a speed visible to the naked eye, they began to merge continuously, eventually transforming into a small sword.

The small sword formed from sword intent began to travel through Ye Yun's acupoints along his meridians.

A portion of sword intent is stored in all 108 acupoints that have already been pierced throughout his body.

Ye Yun suddenly had a thought:

Keep the sword in your heart, and nurture the sword with your body.

The innate sword body is the ultimate sword physique, with the sword embryo developing within the body, and the human body itself transforming into the sword body.

Finally, the small sword, formed from the sword intent of the whole body, landed steadily in the upper dantian, merging with the body's vast true essence to form the prototype of a sword.

The sword embryo initially appeared as a mist, which gradually began to rotate, and the mist at the bottom gradually took shape, becoming the sword tip trailing the mist.

Moreover, as time slowly passed, the mist gradually began to solidify, and the sword embryo took on the shape of a sword body as ethereal as silk.

The small sword and its own sword intent intertwined and rotated continuously, with golden light occasionally flashing across the blade.

The sword embryo became like an endless swirling vortex, generating a suction force that dragged out wisps of thin, golden mist, like transparent golden ribbons tied to the sword embryo.

"Clang!"

A clear, ringing sound rang out, and Ye Yun found himself holding a small golden sword.

As the golden light faded, a small sword appeared before Ye Changqing, radiating a soaring sword aura that crisscrossed and intertwined.

Ye Yun muttered to himself:

"Unexpectedly, a natal flying sword was born."

"From now on, your name will be Jin Guang!"