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

Dongyue Sword Pool.

"Tinglu, can you blame your grandfather for forcing you to become Ye Yun's disciple?"

The old man in blue robes with the missing arm spoke in a low voice, his breathing clearly unsteady.

"No! Your grandson naturally understands your grandfather's purpose."

Song Tinglu knelt before the old man in blue, tears welling in her eyes.

The old man in blue touched Song Tinglu's head with his left hand:

"Do not grieve. Even if Ye Yun does not come to challenge me, I will personally challenge the likes of Wang Xianzhi and Ye Yun one day. My fate will still be uncertain."

Song Nianqing glanced at the tattered cloth shoes placed to the side. He had pursued the way of the sword all his life, and even getting married and having children was only for the sake of passing on the tradition.

In order to cultivate the way of the sword, he treated his wife with respect, but he never truly loved her. However, on his deathbed, he felt that the only person he had wronged was his wife.

"Tinglu, the path of martial arts has no end. To enhance one's strength, one needs not only one's own realm, but more importantly, one's mindset, luck, aptitude, and internal strength."

Ye Yun is an unparalleled genius in swordsmanship, and he has a keen eye for talent. He recognizes your mindset and aptitude, and he is the great fortune you should rely on. Following him, your swordsmanship will eventually surpass that of your grandfather.

As soon as Song Nianqing finished speaking, she turned her left hand into a finger and forcefully poured a powerful internal force into Song Tinglu's body without reservation.

"Grandfather...you...!"

"Accept it calmly. This is the result of your grandfather's life's work and insights. I hope that one day you can make Jianchi even more glorious."

As his powers faded, the old man in blue robes ended his legendary life clutching those tattered cloth shoes.

Song Tinglu knelt before the old man in blue and swore an oath:

"Grandfather, your grandson will never let you down."

Deep within the Sword Pool.

Here is a sword furnace left over from the Great Feng Dynasty four hundred years ago. This sword furnace is different from other sword furnaces.

There was no residual fortune left by the Great Feng Dynasty here.

The sword furnace is built with a special formation that allows the energy to nourish the sword and improve its quality. This is one of the reasons why the Sword Pool is one of the two major sword sects in the martial arts world.

The once bustling sword furnace became extremely quiet because of one person.

The crimson longsword was floating inside the sword furnace.

He is using the Qi-powered sword furnace to begin reforging the dragon soul within the sword.

That day, Ye Yun forcibly injected the dragon soul into the sword with his own sword intent, but he did not truly allow the Crimson Sword to fuse with the dragon soul.

This time, we can take advantage of the Sword Pool's special forging techniques to reforge this longsword.

"Master."

Song Tinglu was dressed in a black outfit with a white flower on her chest, and her aura was much stronger than when they first met.

Ye Yun then understood that Song Nianqing must have passed on all her skills to his great-grandson.

Only Ye Yun knew that even if Song Nianqing didn't pass on her skills, she probably wouldn't live much longer. During their battle that day, Song Nianqing was a bit ungrateful and tried to forcefully break through his three-foot sword energy.

At the cost of his life force, he delivered his strongest sword strike.

He did not fail his three-foot sword, but he was about to lose his life because of it.

"Yes, you have a good grandfather."

Ye Yun sighed.

For a fleeting moment upon seeing Song Tinglu, he thought of his parents, wondering how they were doing now.

Why did he travel through time, and why does he possess a system?

These are the many questions in my mind.

For the past five years, I have been diligently cultivating my skills to avenge this identity. I have lived for this identity all these days.

Now he's going to start living for himself.

Upon hearing this, a trace of sadness flashed in Song Tinglu's eyes:

"Master, these are the materials you need, and some were specially prepared for you by the sect leader."

Although Song Tinglu was respectful to Ye Yun, he didn't have much affection for her.

Ye Yun was naturally aware of this situation.

Ye Yun raised his sword, and a sword intent appeared out of thin air. With a flick of his finger, it shattered instantly, turning into golden light that flew towards Song Tinglu's brow.

"This is the sword path I cultivate, called the Supreme Sword Path. Its realms are the Formless Path, the Ruthless Path, the Nameless Path, and the Selfless Path, ultimately leading to the Heavenly Sword Realm, but there is no true end."

Ye Yun did not hold back; instead, he directly passed on the swordsmanship he had initially learned to Song Tinglu.

This is a complete swordsmanship inheritance. It was with the help of this inheritance that Ye Yun was able to break through to the Land Immortal Realm in just four years.

There are, of course, even more important reasons.

Its foundation is the innate sword body.

Song Tinglu closed his eyes to meditate, and after about half a cup of tea's time, he revealed an expression of ecstatic joy. He opened his eyes and hurriedly knelt in front of Ye Yun: "Thank you for imparting the Dao, Master."

This time, Song Tinglu genuinely acknowledged Ye Yun as his master.

"Yes, above you is a senior sister named Xuan Yuan Qingfeng. Don't cause any misunderstandings when you meet her in the future."

"I need to go into seclusion for a while. You may leave now. Comprehend it on your own. If there are any things you don't understand, you can wait for me to come out of seclusion and I will answer your questions. After you have cultivated to a certain level, I will teach you more profound swordsmanship and techniques."

Ye Yun said calmly.

"Yes, Master." Song Tinglu bowed again, and as he got up to leave, he seemed to have something to say.

"What's wrong? Just say it."

"Master, this is the array diagram of the sword furnace. My grandfather asked me to give it to you before he passed away."

Song Tinglu took out a diagram of the sword furnace formation printed on silk from his sleeve.

"Okay, go ahead!"

Ye Yun took it without exposing Song Tinglu's ulterior motives. It was obvious that this kid didn't quite approve of Ye Yun and wanted to keep it for himself instead of giving it to Ye Yun.

To his surprise, this notorious ruthless killer in the martial arts world treated him with such sincerity.

After Song Tinglu left.

Ye Yun slowly unfolded the array diagram of the sword furnace. Unexpectedly, the array of the sword furnace actually had the function of absorbing the remaining fortune of the world, using fortune as a furnace to forge divine weapons.

No wonder the Sword Pool has such a strange style.

Ye Yun looked at the array diagram in his hand, his heart lit up, and he sensed the constant flow of energy within the surrounding earth veins.

Just like the meridians in the body.

Sui Xiegu's pleasure in eating swords stemmed from his absorption of others' sword intent, which he used to refine his own.

Why can't he use his body as a furnace to condense numerous natal flying swords?

Fortune serves as fuel, igniting the fire within the sword's heart.

Using the energy of heaven and earth as fuel, one ignites their own sword furnace, unleashes the potential of sword intent, and condenses their own natal flying sword.

When he was able to awaken his natal flying sword by chance, wasn't it thanks to the right timing and location?

Using the sword furnace as a foundation, and one's own physical body as a furnace of heaven and earth, the scattered fortune of heaven and earth is transformed into pure sword intent, and each acupoint can condense a natal flying sword.

Nourish your sword heart with your inner energy, and prove the Great Dao with your sword intent.

Ye Yun smiled; his swordsmanship had only just begun.

But before that, he needs a strong enough physique to support so many natal flying swords.

Even the two flying swords he's currently nurturing within his body are struggling to keep up; they're being nurtured solely by the luck points absorbed by the system.

If one were to use oneself as a furnace to condense 108 flying swords, how strong would one's physical body and fortune be to bear them?

Ye Yun sat down cross-legged, a hint of madness in his eyes:

"Since we're going to cultivate, let's take the path of the strongest."