Cultivating immortality through titles, without bottlenecks.

The next day, Wei Zhong asked for leave and went down the mountain...

Looking at Wei Zhong standing in front of him, Lin Qingyuan had a hint of melancholy and helplessness in his eyes, but he quickly hid this emotion.

"I will fulfill the promise I made to the Pavilion Master. Next, I will teach you swordsmanship."

"However, I must make it clear from the beginning that my 'Qingfeng Sword' was learned by accident, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that I created it myself. It is only suitable for my own path."

"Even if others learn from it and can grasp some of its essence, it is not the true 'Qingfeng Sword,' and its power is greatly reduced."

"Having lost the title's enhancement, is it no longer the same sword technique?"

Wei Zhong clenched his fists:

"I understand!"

"Alright, let's begin."

Lin Qingyuan took a step towards Wei Zhong, and the long sword behind him hummed and soared into the sky.

A cyan magic sword drew an arc in mid-air and landed in his hand.

"We sword cultivators each have our own unique characteristics due to different methods. For example, my Qingfeng Sword is based on the pursuit of the gentle breeze..."

"In the cultivation world, there are many kinds of sword intent, but they all cannot escape the traditional seven levels:"

"Sword energy condenses into form, sword moves with thunderous sound, sword is refined into threads, sword light differentiates, sword intent forms momentum, sword heart becomes clear, and one sword breaks through all laws."

"You've just started learning swordsmanship, so don't be too ambitious. Follow me and let's begin with the condensation of sword energy."

After saying this, he handed over a cyan longsword, which landed in front of Wei Zhong. A layer of hazy mist immediately floated on the sword, which was as thin as a cicada's wing. The mist was light in color and as light as a cloud.

"My Qingfeng Sword is different from the aggressive sword energy of traditional sword techniques; it is neither ostentatious nor domineering."

"It's all about a hidden, serene atmosphere; let's give it a try..."

Wei Zhong tentatively offered his Rock Sword, the tip of which pierced the sword energy as if touching a thick, elastic membrane.

The power transmitted from the sword has no sharpness whatsoever; instead, it reveals a strange resilience.

Seeing the surprised look on Wei Zhong's face, Lin Qingyuan smiled slightly.

The Qingfeng Sword pressed down and slashed, landing on the gray-white rocks below.

"Snap!"

The Qingfeng Sword didn't seem to exert much force, yet the rock shattered the moment it made contact.

The cut surface is as smooth as a mirror, as if cut by a knife.

Wei Zhong's heart skipped a beat; such power was stronger than most low-grade spells.

This was merely a demonstration by Lin Qingyuan, a casual strike.

"Did you understand?"

Wei Zhong looked thoughtful:

"Just now, the senior changed his sword technique. What was originally a misty sword energy suddenly transformed into a bolt of lightning, which cut the rock in two upon contact with it."

A hint of admiration appeared in Lin Qingyuan's eyes:

"good!"

But he was thinking to himself:

"Everyone says that Wei's son has only a low-grade spiritual root and mediocre talent, but his insight is unparalleled among his peers. No wonder he has achieved something in alchemy."

"After the sword energy condenses, my Qingfeng Sword has two forms, one offensive and one defensive, which I call [Sword Strike] and [Light Cloud Barrier].

"These two techniques are quite powerful, and their effectiveness is closely related to the cultivator's own cultivation level."

"You shall come with me..."

He began chanting a sword incantation, while simultaneously placing his right hand on Wei Zhong's wrist. He then shifted his body behind Wei Zhong, transforming his hand into a large palm that moved across Wei Zhong's back.

Wei Zhong felt a strange force guiding the flow of magical power within his meridians.

Realizing that Lin Qingyuan was helping him simulate sword techniques, he immediately focused and began to cooperate with him.

"So-called techniques and sword moves are all inseparable from the cultivator's magical power and the cultivator's own meridians."

"Memorize these meridians, remember the order in which magical power flows, and the differences in the intensity of the power within them..."

Lin Qingyuan patiently guided him, and before long, a blue aura burst forth from Wei Zhong's fingertips.

Its intensity was like a thick fog, extremely aggressive, and even Wei Zhong himself could not control or tame it.

With a soft "poof," it exploded between Wei Zhong's fingers.

The explosion so close made Wei Zhong turn pale. If Wei Zhong hadn't been physically trained, he would have lost half a finger.

"Do not be anxious, do not be impatient, do not try to forcibly tame it. Follow the path of magic, follow the path of the gentle breeze, go with it, adjust it, differentiate it..."

Wei Zhong closed his eyes, and a wisp of blue mist rose from between his fingers once more.

Its color is paler, and its texture is lighter. It's better than last time, but still far from Lin Qingyuan's level.

The sword energy lasted for less than a breath before exploding with a "poof" sound as Wei Zhong's magical power fluctuated.

Thus it continues from the moment the sun is high in the sky until it sets in the west.

Wei Zhong's sword energy condensed into countless forms, but the longest one could only stay between his fingers for ten breaths.

This level of power is insufficient to defeat an enemy, let alone be considered as the condensation of sword energy.

"Forging a sword is not something that can be accomplished in a day. Come back here to see me tomorrow."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Qingyuan in front of Wei Zhong had vanished without a trace, leaving only a gentle breeze behind.

Wei Zhongli stood still, trying to replicate the feeling of being taught by the other party.

As a result, the sword energy at his fingertips exploded with a whoosh, not even lasting for half a breath.

If Wei Zhong hadn't had thick eyelids, those eyes would have been ruined.

"This swordsmanship is difficult! It's far more difficult than ordinary magic..."

Wei Zhong sighed helplessly and shook his head. He stepped on the flying shuttle and rose up like a falling leaf riding the wind, disappearing towards Qingya Gate.

He taught his disciples every day, practiced alchemy and cultivation himself, and spent the rest of his time learning the Qingfeng Sword from Lin Qingyuan.

As time went on, Wei Zhong could clearly see that the other person's eyes gradually changed from being full of interest to losing interest.

They seemed to have some doubts about Wei Zhong's talent and held little hope for him.

"This child's talent is terrible!"

Lin Qingyuan sighed softly. A month had passed since Wei Zhong started practicing his swordsmanship, and the other party hadn't even managed to condense sword energy.

Such talent was so extraordinary that Lin Qingyuan could hardly bear to look at it.

If it weren't for the fact that the other person's father had paid a hefty sum, he really wouldn't want to continue teaching.

Just as Lin Qingyuan was feeling disappointed, Wei Zhong calmed his mind and seemed to catch a peculiar rhythm in the Qingfeng Sword.

The restless sword energy finally stabilized at his fingertips. Wei Zhong took out his magic sword and pushed it forward, and it enveloped the entire sword like a bolt of lightning.

With a single slash, the sword flashed like lightning, cleaving mountains and splitting cliffs.

"I did it! I did it!"

Lin Qingyuan, seeing this, didn't react much and stepped forward:

"Sword energy taking form is merely the beginning. I will now teach you the next step in practicing the Qingfeng Sword: the sword moves with thunderous roar..."

Her hands landed on Wei Zhong's shoulders, moving like nimble snakes...

By the time the instruction was finished, the sun had already set.

After Lin Qingyuan took his leave, Wei Zhong also rode the flying shuttle towards Qingya Gate.

"After a month of practice, I've finally grasped the basics of Qingfeng Sword. Next..."

Wei Zhong stared at the three large characters "Breaker" in the distance.

"Now it's your turn to shine..."

In the remaining days, Wei Zhong made remarkable progress. In less than seven days, he mastered the Sword Movement Thunder Sound Technique, which truly astonished Lin Qingyuan.

"Could I have misjudged him before?!"

However, what shocked him even more was yet to come. A month later, the sword energy in Wei Zhong's hand separated and recombined, transforming into thin, spiderweb-like blue sword threads.

This is the third realm of swordsmanship, refining the sword into silk.