The 18th year of the Da Yong reign: The beginning of the story involves rescuing revolutionaries.

Wang Zhi's heart skipped a beat, feeling a sense of tension and embarrassment that he had been seen through.

In front of such a powerful person, it's as if your underwear has been stripped off.

But Wang Zhi was prepared. He clasped his hands in a respectful but not arrogant manner and said, "Hehe, I hope you won't take offense, my lord. This is just my way of surviving."

"The way to survive?" Wang Donglai asked in confusion, but then nodded as if he understood. "Never mind, everyone has secrets, and I'm not going to delve into that."

"Your natural talent is only average, but fortunately you are still young, so learning the Hell Sealing Blade Technique is not out of the question, but..."

Wang Donglai's sudden change of topic made Wang Zhi's heart leap into his throat again. He asked nervously, "But...?"

"But this is a family secret technique passed down only to the younger generation of the family. This is a rule set by our ancestors. It's true that the girl promised you first, and my Wuyi Marquis's Mansion certainly cannot break its promise. However, the ancestral law cannot be broken either." Wang Donglai pounded his hands in a headache. "What should I do?"

Wang Zhi fell silent. He knew that obtaining a gold-quality martial art was not so easy.

Suddenly, Old Wang had an idea: "I've got it! There are two ways. First, you can marry into my household. Which of the eligible girls in the house do you fancy? I'll help you find a match. Second, I think your character is quite good, so I'll take you in as my adopted son. In that case, I can naturally pass on this sword technique to you."

"You can choose one of the two, how about it?"

"Such a good thing?" Wang Zhi's mind raced.

Wang Zhi said, "Godfather, please accept my bow."

For Wang Zhi, a time traveler, there was no psychological burden at all about recognizing a heroic figure like Lord Jue as his godfather.

This is practically a buy-one-get-one-free deal. The top military commander of the provincial military region has recognized this "commoner" as his adopted son. What's there to hesitate about? He's got a powerful backer for free.

Wang Donglai probably didn't expect the other party to act so quickly. After a moment of stunned silence, he burst into laughter: "Good, good, good, I, the Duke, will accept you as my adopted son. It just so happens that you also have the surname Wang. Once I announce this to the whole manor, this matter will be settled."

"However, let me make this clear from the start: although you are my adopted son, you must not use my name as the Marquis of Wuyi to act arrogantly or domineeringly in the local area, and you must not cause any trouble. If you tarnish my reputation, I will personally deal with you."

"Rest assured, Your Excellency, I, Wang Luoyun, would never do such a thing," Wang Zhi assured him.

"That's wonderful, let's have a big toast." Wang Donglai was visibly delighted.

"When I have time, I'll definitely have a good drink with my godfather," Wang Zhi said with a smile.

"Hahaha, you little rascal, I know you're envious of my swordsmanship, so I won't delay any longer." After saying that, Wang Donglai looked up at the sky and added, "It's past noon, so it's a good time to practice this swordsmanship."

"Remember this: before you have mastered the Hell Sealing Blade Technique, you must never practice it at noon. Even after you have mastered it, it is best to practice it after nightfall."

"Your son will remember." Wang Zhi listened attentively and nodded slightly.

"Alright, I'm very busy, so I can only personally teach you the techniques today. I'll only teach you once, so how much you remember is up to you." After saying this, Wang Donglai leaped up and landed on the stone pillar in the center of the training ground.

With a wave of his hand, he drew a fine steel sword from the weapon rack and assumed a fighting stance: "Watch closely. This sword technique has stance training, as well as a unique breathing method. It combines internal energy to absorb the yin energy between heaven and earth, merging internal energy with yin energy. I have already examined your internal energy, and it is quite ordinary. However, that is just right, as you can practice my breathing method without any conflict."

"But the process of merging the two is quite difficult at first, and you have to get through it on your own."

As he spoke, Wang Donglai shut his mouth and focused, but his voice still reached Wang Zhi's ears: "Pay attention to the rhythm of my breathing..." A series of obscure incantations entered Wang Zhi's ears, word by word.

Wang Zhi dared not be careless and focused his attention, learning the formulas as he listened.

He knew that this sword technique was different from the items he had obtained after punishing evildoers; the latter could be learned immediately, but this sword technique required him to learn it on his own.

Soon, after reciting the incantation, Wang Donglai transmitted his voice again: "This exercise has three stages. First, visualize the knife in your hand. This knife should be one you use regularly. Warm it with your blood to strengthen the connection. Second, visualize yourself as the knife, a knife that has been sheathed. Third, visualize yourself as the knife, a knife that has been drawn from its sheath."

"Once you have mastered the stance training, when you are one with the sword and the sword is one with you, then practice the three sword techniques of the Hell Sealing Sword Technique. When you draw your sword, you will be able to wield it freely and naturally, carrying a sinister energy. At that point, you will have already grasped the basics of swordsmanship."

Having said that, Wang Donglai had finished practicing all of his stance training and breathing techniques.

He leaped down from the stone pillar and landed on the martial arts platform: "I'm going to demonstrate three sword techniques now. Watch closely and don't blink."

"The first move, Nine Netherworlds Open, is the opening move. The blade is heavy as a mountain. When it is slashing, it seems as if the nine gates of hell are opening one after another... This one move contains nine variations."

The second move, "Karmic Fire Entangling the Soul," suddenly changes the speed of the blade, and the blade light and blade force, blade force and blade energy, transform into thousands of ghostly fire threads, which entangle the enemy's weapons and lock the enemy's meridians.

The third move, Eternal Sealing of Infinity, is the culmination of this strike. The sword intent is unleashed to its fullest extent, and with a single strike, a "Sword Sealing Seal" is planted within the enemy's body, plunging them into an inescapable hell.

After completing the three moves, Wang Donglai tossed the steel knife back onto the knife rack.

Wang Zhi read it through completely and felt thoroughly satisfied.

No matter how good the game graphics are, they are still far inferior to this. When you are actually there, it feels like the temperature around you drops several degrees.

As expected of a gold-quality martial art, compared to it, his fully mastered Death Gate Blade is nothing more than child's play.

Suddenly, his vision blurred, and his godfather was standing in front of Wang Zhi: "Those three moves from before, without mastering the sword technique, would not have achieved the power I described. You must not be too ambitious. This sword technique is difficult to learn and master, and requires taking one step at a time. You have practiced the sword for many years and have a foundation. Otherwise, I would have been too lazy to teach you this sword technique and would have wasted my time."

After saying that, Wang Donglai asked again, "How much of what you just said do you remember?"

"Reporting to Godfather, I've memorized most of it," Wang Zhi replied respectfully. Old Wang was an honest man; he had taught him very seriously before, and hadn't just been trying to fool him to fulfill a promise.

Before Wang Zhi could finish speaking, Wang Donglai frowned: "What's with this 'seven or eight'? Is it seven or eight? A small difference can lead to a huge error, you little rascal!" With that, Wang Donglai kicked Wang Zhi in the backside: "Get on the stake!"

Old Wang didn't really exert any force, and Wang Zhi flew lightly towards the stone pillar. He quickly calmed himself down, landed steadily on the pillar, drew the horizontal sword from his waist, closed his eyes, and assumed a fighting stance.

Once the stake was put in place, Wang Donglai could tell whether it was a mule or a horse.

He nodded to himself. This kid had a good memory, and his comprehension was better than his physical talent. He was indeed a swordsman who had practiced the sword for many years. He was quite capable to be a gang leader in a small place.

He pointed out a few things to Wang Zhi, corrected a few more after the other changed his posture, listened to the pulse of his breathing, and then mentioned a few key points.

Later, Wang Zhilian was instructed on sword techniques and stances, and this instruction lasted for almost two hours.

"Alright, come down. You're a decent learner, kid. You won't embarrass me if you walk around with this sword technique." Wang Donglai called out from the side.

"Yes, Godfather." Wang Zhi agreed and stepped down from the martial arts stage. He, a mere commoner-level gang leader, looked like a greenhorn in front of Old Wang.

As soon as he reached Wang Donglai, the latter pulled a book from his pocket and tossed it to him: "This is a copy of the Hell Sealing Blade Technique. Compare it with the manual, memorize it as soon as possible, and then destroy it. Do not pass it on to a third party."

Wang Zhi held the sword manual and subconsciously flipped through it a couple of times. A thought struck him: the manual was correct, but very rudimentary. If he relied solely on this and practiced blindly, he feared it would take him seven or eight years to even get a grasp of the basics.

Wang Zhi looked up and watched Wang Donglai's tall, muscular back as he left, a warm feeling washing over him.

If it were merely a matter of fulfilling a promise, Old Wang could have simply given him this sword manual.

"A teacher for a day is a father for life," Wang Zhi immediately said loudly, "Thank you, godfather."