Falling Leaf Saber Intent

Falling leaves spiraled through the air without scattering.

Lu Changfeng felt the bald blade's saber technique growing less and less threatening.

In the end, it became like a child waving a long stick in front of him for fun.

All flaws, all openings.

The long saber in Lu Changfeng's hand grew lighter and lighter.

At a certain moment, a bursting saber intent naturally radiated from within Lu Changfeng's body.

Shua!

The bald blade's long saber was instantly sent flying by a spinning force.

The bald blade's tiger-head grip shattered, shock and terror filling him as a blade light already streaked toward him. He only felt a slight chill at his neck.

Then the world spun.

With a plop, his head fell into the lake.

"Saber intent! Esteemed Lu is truly brilliant! Just past thirty, and he's already condensed saber intent!"

"Saber intent, huh!" Shangguan Zheng and Liu An exchanged glances, seeing shock in each other's eyes.

Liu An in particular—he possessed a low-grade sword talent, yet at over forty years old, he had only barely managed to train one sword technique to perfection. After making no further progress with the sword, he began cultivating a new sword technique, trying to find inspiration, but he had absolutely no clue how to condense sword intent. Right now, Lu Changfeng had condensed saber intent right before his eyes! Aside from envy, jealousy, and hatred, there was nothing else.

Esteemed Mo Tian's first shout made everyone understand why Lu Changfeng had suddenly defeated the bald blade, when just before, the two had exchanged hundreds of moves in attack and defense.

So it was saber intent.

Everyone present came from notable backgrounds and naturally knew what saber intent was. It was the true essence of martial arts that could only be comprehended after training a martial skill to the realm of supernatural mastery! Judging by the Wang family's Esteemed's tone, this surnamed-Lu Wang family guest seemed to have only just comprehended saber intent during the fight. What enviable luck!

"Old Hu!" Among the crowd, only Tong Zhan let out a low cry. But since he had ordered someone to cut off Lu Changfeng's arm first, having his subordinate beheaded now was something he could do nothing about. At most, he had lost one guest. After his initial shock, Tong Zhan waved slightly for a servant to toss Old Hu's headless body into the lake.

This made Lu Changfeng sigh inwardly. If you're going to work for someone, just work. Why sell your life?

"Esteemed Lu's talent in the saber is truly admirable! I'm so grateful for your help, Esteemed Lu!" Wang Yue's eyes turned, naturally understanding what Lu Changfeng's comprehension of saber intent meant, and she spoke to extend her goodwill.

"Sixth Miss flatters me. I only did what I had to do." Lu Changfeng was neither humble nor arrogant.

This only made Wang Yue like this young guest even more.

Under everyone's gaze, Lu Changfeng retreated behind Wang Yue, resuming his role as a guest.

Lu Changfeng opened his interface. Sure enough, he had comprehended saber intent.

Name: Lu Changfeng

Bone Structure: Grade A Upper

Talents: High-grade Talent [Swordsman], High-grade Talent [Swallow], High-grade Talent [Fist Martial], High-grade Talent [Blade Supremacy], Low-grade Talent [Palm Technique].

Realm: Blood Tempering Sixth Level

Blood Tempering Art: [Mount Le's Wrathful Vajra] Perfected

Martial Skills: [Gale Sword Technique] Perfected, [Blood Burst Steps] Perfected, [Antelope Dodge Method] Perfected, [Falling Leaf Saber Technique] Perfected.

Martial Insights: Fierce Wind Sword Intent (Primary Sword Intent) (Sword power increased by 50%), Falling Leaf Saber Intent (Beginner Saber Intent) (Saber power increased by 55%)

Replication Interval: 16 days. Both being primary-level true intents, Falling Leaf Saber Intent was five percent more powerful than Fierce Wind Sword Intent.

So it seemed that true intents condensed from different martial skills also varied in power. If he condensed a true intent from a Muscle Tendon Realm martial skill, it probably wouldn't just be a primary-level true intent.

Lu Changfeng pondered this inwardly.

Everyone's gazes gradually shifted away from Lu Changfeng.

Condensing saber intent was certainly surprising, but Lu Changfeng was merely a Blood Tempering Realm cultivator, not yet at a level that could influence the Inner City's power structure. So after the initial amazement from the various family juniors, things naturally calmed down.

The pleasure boat sailed to the center of the lake.

Everyone was drawn by the scenery, sitting down to drink tea, chat, and enjoy the view. The atmosphere gradually relaxed.

Tong Zhan's provocation had been thoroughly slapped down by Wang Yue, making Wang Yue the undisputed center of this boat outing. Tong Zhan himself stood off to the side with a dark face, and finally, he simply made an excuse about family matters. He had the Boat Boss lower a small boat and returned to shore early with his subordinates.

Without Tong Zhan, who loved stirring up trouble, on the boat, the atmosphere became even more cheerful.

Lu Changfeng remained hidden to one side, and the attention drawn by his condensed blade intent quickly dissipated.

Lu Changfeng began to secretly observe Ye Sheng, the third young master of the Ye Family.

He coveted the High-grade Talent on Ye Sheng.

Moreover, a High-grade Talent meant that if Lu Changfeng wanted to continue elevating it, the number of copies required would be greatly reduced.

Choosing to copy and fuse the talent on Ye Sheng might be Lu Changfeng's fastest channel for strengthening his trump card at the moment.

Ye Sheng's bone structure was Grade A Lower, and he was fairly valued within the Ye Family, but not to the extent of Tong Zhan.

The Ye Family had juniors with even better bone structure than Ye Sheng.

From this, it seemed Ye Sheng must have concealed his [Dark Strike] talent; otherwise, his standing in the Ye Family would be higher than it was now.

Based on Lu Changfeng's interface, talents were rarer than bone structure.

Among ordinary people, one could pick out a Grade B Upper in a thousand, and spot a Grade A Lower in ten thousand.

As for talents, they were almost never seen among common folk.

Let alone Ye Sheng's High-grade Talent—this was the first High-grade Talent Lu Changfeng had seen besides his own.

Moreover, the High-grade Talents on Lu Changfeng himself were all obtained through the fusion function of the Copy Interface.

This further highlighted the preciousness of Ye Sheng's talent.

Lu Changfeng thought of many ways to strike up a conversation with Ye Sheng along the way, but all were rejected one by one.

In the end, as the cruise ship was about to return to shore, it was Ye Sheng who approached Lu Changfeng first.

"Esteemed Lu, your Blade Technique Talent is truly admirable. Martial Artists who can condense blade intent are few and far between in Fengcheng. From now on, you'll be a top-tier blade master in this city."

Lu Changfeng cupped his hands: "Young Master Ye flatters me. Fengcheng hides dragons and crouching tigers; this humble worshiper dares not boast like a man in a small country."

As the two spoke face to face, Lu Changfeng noticed that Ye Sheng's palms were covered in calluses, especially his index and middle fingers, which were particularly thick and large.

This kid had definitely discovered his talent in the way of hidden weapons, cultivated it to success, and made it his trump card!

The two of them—one a family scion, the other a family worshiper—had little to chat about.

After exchanging a few pleasantries, they had nothing left to say.

Still, Lu Changfeng was satisfied. First, make an acquaintance; after getting familiar, there would be plenty of opportunities to copy later.

By the time the cruise ship docked, it was already dusk. Fengtian Lake, set off by the sunset glow, looked like a ruby.

The touring party began returning to the city. Before nightfall, Lu Changfeng and his group escorted Wang Yue back to the Wang Family mansion in the Inner City.

With the worship mission complete, Lu Changfeng and the others returned to the Hall of Worship.

Lu Changfeng could clearly feel that the three worshippers' attitudes toward him had improved significantly.

Even Mo Tian of the Muscle Tendon Realm politely bid Lu Changfeng farewell before parting.

A Martial Artist who had condensed blade intent was indeed rare, and at the same level of combat power, it was undoubtedly overwhelming—even crossing ranks to fight was not impossible.