Ten Sword Technique

"Nothing is impossible. When he first got on the list, would you have believed he could surpass you?" Huang Tianyu shook his head. "Don't overthink it. Take me, for example. I was suppressed by Zhang Zhixian and Gu You from beginning to end. I wouldn't have believed it before, but the facts are right in front of us."

"We have no conflict with him. Even if we can't become friends, we shouldn't become enemies. When the next batch of disciples arrives and the newcomer disciple rankings close, both you and I might receive more resource allocation because of him."

Wei Xiao gave a bitter smile and said with some dissatisfaction, "I understand. It's just that this kid seems interested in Qingqing..."

Xu Qingqing, who was standing nearby, was stunned and said angrily, "Wei Xiao, what nonsense are you talking about!"

Wei Xiao retorted indignantly, "I'm not talking nonsense. Don't let his indifferent act fool you; people like him are the most calculating. We grew up together. How can I just watch you get taken advantage of by this kid!"

"You're still talking nonsense!"

Xu Qingqing looked at Huang Tianyu, who smiled and said, "As long as Qingqing likes him and they are mutually in love, there's nothing wrong with it. Why are you worrying about it?"

"It's just that I'm also a little interested in Qingqing!"

Wei Xiao said with a face full of helplessness.

Xu Qingqing and the other person seemed unfazed by this. Huang Tianyu chuckled and scolded, "We three grew up together. Aren't you ashamed? Does Qingqing look like she's interested in you?"

"Listen to me, stop being so self-indulgent. We're too close; how could you even think of Qingqing!"

Wei Xiao pouted, feeling both helpless and exhausted.

"Let's go, Steward Lin will be here soon."

Huang Tianyu called out and walked towards the material distribution area.

Below the cultivation rankings board, Zhu Xi also rushed over. After testing his punching force, his name on the rankings board didn't budge. He wasn't surprised by this result because he had already used up the Spirit Crystals sent by his clan.

It shouldn't have been this fast, but now that there was an extra mouth to feed, the Spirit Crystals were flowing out like water.

He scanned the rankings board and saw Yang Chen's ranking, a hint of complexity flashing in his eyes.

Since the last incident, a rift had formed between him and Yang Chen.

He really wanted to mend their relationship, but he didn't have the face to do so because Yang Chen's predicament was almost entirely due to his own involvement.

For example, Zhou Tao, the first one, had targeted Yang Chen because he had offended him. If Yang Chen hadn't remained calm and resolved the situation properly, he might have been expelled from the sect by now.

Then there was the matter with Ji Ran. He had secretly gathered a lot of information during this period, and Ji Ran was most likely arranged by Zhou Han.

This was also inseparable from him; it could even be said that he had orchestrated it. If he hadn't been blinded by lust and left them behind, how could this have happened?

This incident caused Yang Chen's resources for a year to vanish into thin air. If it were him, he would definitely be furious.

In short, he no longer knew how to face Yang Chen.

If Yang Chen were mediocre, it would be fine, but his brilliance was only growing stronger...

"Another sword technique!"

Yang Chen received the reward for the disciples on the cultivation board, and another Low-grade Sword Technique appeared in his hand. His eyes were burning with desire, wishing he could go back immediately to study it.

He wasn't this eager initially, but a few days ago, he accidentally learned the prerequisite for advancing to the Inner Sect—perfected Sword Intent.

This was one of the three major conditions for advancing to the Inner Sect. To achieve this condition, one must comprehend Sword Intent. Sword Intent was profound and mysterious yet real. To comprehend Sword Intent more smoothly, one needed to study more sword techniques.

He was always determined to obtain Inner Sect status. Therefore, after learning about Sword Intent, he would rather sleep less every day to save time for practicing sword techniques.

In the midst of this arduous period, the monthly summary concluded. Yang Chen quickly returned to his residence and began to carefully examine the newly acquired sword technique.

"This sword technique is extraordinary!"

After reading the introduction on the title page, Yang Chen's eyes lit up.

This sword technique was named Ten Sword Technique. Like Gale Sword Technique, it was a Low-grade Sword Technique. In terms of power, the latter was superior, but in terms of rarity, Ten Sword Technique was clearly higher.

This was because it was part of a peerless sword technique called Myriad Sword Technique, which possessed the terrifying power of transforming one sword into ten thousand. The introduction on the title page stated that if Myriad Sword Technique could be cultivated to great mastery, there was a high probability of comprehending Sword Intent.

The next morning, Yang Chen hurried to the spirit field area. He had more things to do every day. His cultivation could not be neglected, and he also had to find time to study the two sword techniques.

To free up more time for studying sword techniques, he directly sacrificed his sleep time after each cultivation session.

This would undoubtedly make him more tired, but he felt it didn't matter much. As long as he could become stronger faster, being a little tired was nothing.

In addition to this, he also had to supervise the disciples of the Hemp-Clad Society in intercepting spiritual energy, a task that was even more important than cultivation.

A few days passed in a flash. Yang Chen breathed a sigh of relief. The disciples of the Hemp-Clad Society had been honest, and no accidents had occurred.

On the fourth day, an Outer Sect Senior Sister came down to oversee the Spirit Rice harvesting. With Yang Chen's all-out effort, the entire harvesting process took only two days. The disciples who came to help looked at him with a hint of resentment.

Yang Chen chose to ignore all of this. He had no interest in sacrificing his own interests to make friends with others; that would be putting the cart before the horse.

After the Spirit Rice was harvested, the Spirit Planter Guardian Qiu Jiuming once again displayed his might. Even though Yang Chen had seen it once, he was still shocked.

In his opinion, a True Disciple Martial Uncle was on a completely different level of existence compared to them, the Labor Disciples. All sorts of methods inspired a sense of trembling from the bottom of his heart, and this might only be the tip of the iceberg.

"Strive!"

Yang Chen's fighting spirit soared, and he returned to his living quarters as if he had been injected with chicken blood, burying himself in cultivation and studying sword techniques, oblivious to the outside world.

Half a month passed in the blink of an eye. Yang Chen finally mastered the basics of the Ten Sword Technique. This sword technique was slightly weaker in power but more bizarre and tricky. A single swing of the sword produced several faint afterimages, which had the marvelous effect of confusing the enemy.

New seedlings were planted in the spirit field again, and Yang Chen returned to the wooden house beside the spirit field. By this time, he had been in the Sun Moon Sword Sect for nearly nine months. His height had grown again. He wondered if it was due to eating Spirit Rice, but people in this world generally grew quite tall. As for him, his height had already reached nearly two meters.

And this was not even the most outstanding height. Among the people he had seen, Lin Chuan was even more imposing, with a height of at least two point four meters. Coupled with his handsome and elegant appearance, calling him walking hormones would not be an exaggeration.

Another day later, Yang Chen celebrated his seventeenth birthday alone. On this day, the atmosphere suddenly dropped, giving people the premonition of heavy snow.

However, as a martial artist, a little cold was of no consequence. Yang Chen still wore thin clothes and washed himself with cold water.

Four more days passed. After three consecutive days of continuous rain, snowflakes began to fall. In just one night, the world was covered in a vast expanse of white.

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