Thirty-Six Routes of Heaven-Overturning: Marvel

"Are you going to make a move yourself, or should I?" Yang Yuncong asked casually, not taking the Black Stone organization seriously at all.

"I'll handle it myself!" Qin Shuang also didn't give the Black Stone organization a second thought.

"Alright, you handle it as you see fit. Come find me if you need anything." Yang Yuncong took a sip of tea and continued, "I know about Cheng Lingsu's situation, but it's ultimately her sect's business. Don't get too involved. Murong Jingyue is no threat, but the Shi Wanchen behind him is incredibly skilled in poison, reaching at least seventy percent of Commander Wuchen's level. You absolutely must not underestimate him."

"I'll know my limits. I won't push things too far unless it's absolutely necessary." Qin Shuang was unconvinced inwardly, but out of respect for Yang Yuncong, he agreed verbally.

"Also, try to avoid trouble lately. Don't forget you're still officially suspended. The Dragon Guard's reputation won't help you much right now!" Yang Yuncong had watched Qin Shuang grow up and knew his temper well. He advised him tirelessly.

"Okay, I get it!" Qin Shuang nodded, then pulled out a sandalwood box from his robe. "A gift for you!"

"What is it, so mysterious?" Yang Yuncong took the box with a smile and opened it. Upon seeing the contents, his eyebrows shot up. "Blood Bodhi!"

"It heals injuries and boosts power if you're unharmed. I'm giving you a few just in case!"

"Excellent! Then I won't stand on ceremony!" Yang Yuncong closed the box and picked up a booklet from the table. "Here are the techniques and cultivation manual for Wind God's Leg that you wanted. Your master also sent you a reply, it's tucked inside."

"Haha, then I'll have plenty to do for a while!" Qin Shuang said with a laugh as he took the booklet.

"Calmly practicing martial arts might be a good thing for you," Yang Yuncong agreed with a nod.

Returning home, Qin Shuang ate and chatted with his mother, Qin Hongmian. He learned that his aunt, Qin Sirong, had recovered from her injuries but, unable to wait any longer, had accepted another secret mission and left Chaoge.

After their long talk, Qin Shuang returned to his room and took out the Wind God's Leg manual, studying it carefully.

Since Wind God's Leg shared the same origin as Heavenly Frost Fist, and Qin Shuang already had a solid foundation, he grasped more than half of it after several comparisons.

Just as Qin Shuang was engrossed, a soft "snap" came from the window, like something hard hitting it.

Qin Shuang was unfazed. He smiled slightly, stepped out, and with a light flip, landed on the rooftop.

Qin Shuang looked west and saw a faint figure streaking into the distance. He immediately used his newly learned Wind God's Leg and pursued.

In less than fifteen minutes of chasing and being chased, they arrived at a vast, open plain on the outskirts of Chaoge City.

The person in front stood tall and straight like a pine tree, exuding an imposing aura like a majestic mountain.

He was exceptionally tall, a full head taller than ordinary people, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. His black, form-fitting attire perfectly outlined every muscle.

Although his face was covered by a black mask, his exposed eyes were like a tranquil abyss, holding endless sharpness!

"Teacher!" Qin Shuang spoke first, his voice filled with surprise.

The black-clothed figure was the mysterious person who had secretly taught Qin Shuang the Innate Formless Divine Art and Innate Formless Finger Sword for many years.

"Enough talk, let me see if you've improved during this time!"

Without further ado, the black-clothed man raised his hand. The Innate Formless Finger Sword's Hegemonic Sword Qi surged forth, striking directly at Qin Shuang's face.

Knowing his teacher wanted to test him, Qin Shuang dared not delay. He channeled Sword Qi from his index and middle fingers, responding with the Innate Formless Finger Sword as well.

Using Righteous Sword with both hands, he unleashed Sharpness Piercing Through, forcefully parrying the Hegemonic Sword's might.

"Oh!" The black-clothed man was slightly taken aback, then his eyes filled with joy. "Again!"

After gauging Qin Shuang's skill with one move, the black-clothed man suppressed his own internal energy to match, but no longer held back. He used his left ring finger for Flick Sword and his right pinky finger for Soft Sword.

With soft curves and flicking fingers, both swords flew!

Streams of formless Sword Qi shot towards Qin Shuang like lightning.

Qin Shuang stood his ground, his hands moving just as quickly, sending Sword Qi crisscrossing to meet the black-clothed man's attack.

Instantly, the sound of clashing Sword Qi was incessant, as if the air itself was being torn apart.

Arcs of Sword Qi intertwined and collided in mid-air, erupting with dazzling light.

The black-clothed man let out a roar, his figure flashing as he closed in. He pointed his fingers rapidly, condensing the Sword Qi into a large net that enveloped Qin Shuang.

Qin Shuang's lips curved into a strange smile. His hands moved with incredible speed, his Sword Qi weaving like dragons, breaking through the black-clothed man's net of Sword Qi one by one.

The two exchanged blows, their sword techniques becoming faster and more ferocious.

Each clash stirred up a gust of wind, kicking up sand and stones from the ground, and snapping branches off nearby trees.

In the blink of an eye, thirty moves had passed. They both pushed their arms forward, thumbs touching, Hegemonic Sword against Hegemonic Sword!

The fierce collision sounded like thunder tearing through the sky, emitting a muffled boom.

Qin Shuang retreated several steps, barely managing to steady himself.

After a brief respite, the battle intent in the black-clothed man's eyes faded, replaced by unconcealable surprise. "Good, good, good! Your Innate Formless Finger Sword techniques flow smoothly, and the transitions are natural. You are already no weaker than I am!"

"To reach this level in just a few years... I truly didn't misjudge you!"

"Heh heh, Teacher, don't praise me too early. I have other surprises. Want to try them?" Qin Shuang said eagerly.

"Hmph, don't get cocky with me. Don't use that move unless absolutely necessary!"

"Ugh." Qin Shuang's eyebrows shot up, and he pouted.

Seeing Qin Shuang's nonchalant attitude, the black-clothed man couldn't help but shake his head and chuckle, inwardly marveling at how much the young man resembled his own youthful arrogance.

"Don't be dissatisfied. Practice it well, and this jianghu will be yours to roam!" The black-clothed man pulled a book from his chest and tossed it to Qin Shuang.

Qin Shuang caught it, not bothering to open it. Instead, he stared at the black-clothed man. "Teacher, take off your mask. I already know who you are. Let me see your face!"

The person in black chuckled, not answering Qin Shuang directly. Instead, he asked, "Do you have any other questions about martial arts?"

Qin Shuang thought for a moment and shook his head. "Not at the moment."

"Alright, then cultivate well. When the time is right, I will naturally appear before you in my true form."

As the person in black finished speaking, he lightly tapped his feet. With a few leaps, his figure vanished into the night.

Qin Shuang didn't pursue him further. He simply made a silent vow in his heart, "Master, whatever your concerns or worries may be, I will cut them all down!"

Retracting his gaze, Qin Shuang opened the book in his hands. The first thing that met his eyes were seven ancient, simple characters.

Thirty-Six Routes of Heaven-Overturning? Marvel!