Drawing Sword Technique

The villagers' sighs and astonishment were unknown to Yang Qingyun.

At this moment, he had already learned some information about Black Wind Stronghold from the surviving Black Wind Bandit prisoners who had laid down their weapons and surrendered.

"According to these people, Golden-Eyed Leopard, the chief of Black Wind Stronghold, is most likely at the Viscera Refining Realm!"

Yang Qingyun pondered inwardly,

his brow furrowing slightly.

The Viscera Refining Realm,

when viewed across the entire Southern Wilderness martial world, was merely the level of a third-rate expert.

But within the bounds of these villages and towns,

he was already an expert capable of dominating a region!

"Compared to entering the realm, the Body Tempering Realm is a qualitative transformation. Qi and blood begin to permeate the body, tempering flesh and bones, raising them to a new level. Once one erupts with qi and blood, ordinary blades and swords can scarcely harm them."

"Bronze Skin Iron Bone is the hallmark of this realm."

"If they have mastered one or two martial techniques as well, the power they can unleash becomes even more terrifying!"

"Before the Spiritual Qi Resurgence, in the old era, Viscera Refining Realm martial artists already ranked among the notable figures. This was precisely why."

"Before their qi and blood are exhausted, armies formed of ordinary Mortals can hardly pose much threat to Viscera Refining Realm martial artists!"

For a moment,

Yang Qingyun found the matter rather troublesome.

No matter how solid his foundation was, his Martial Path had ultimately only just entered the realm!

Facing an enemy in the Viscera Refining Realm, who had already undergone a qualitative transformation, was practically like spanning an entire major realm.

Even if the gap could be bridged with the peak skills and experience accumulated over thirty years in his Previous Life, the battle would not be easy!

What was more,

Yang Qingyun had only just entered the realm. He had yet to cultivate his martial techniques anew, and the acupoints in his limbs required to execute them had not yet been opened.

This further limited his strength!

"Though I am confident I can win, we are separated by an entire major realm. It will definitely take quite some time to break through his defenses!"

"However, that move might work."

Yang Qingyun looked at the long blade in his hand, and a thought suddenly arose within him.

In the battle just now,

he had already gained some insight into the road ahead for his blade.

The clarity of that path

gave rise to an idea in Yang Qingyun's heart.

An idea to put the insights into the blade he had gained from the previous battle to use!

"Perhaps I can do this."

Yang Qingyun sank into thought.

After escaping the mines of the White Feather Sect in his Previous Life, he had exhausted every effort before painfully stepping onto the Martial Path. The difficulties he faced were not limited to his abysmal Talent.

There were also the restrictions of Cultivation Techniques, martial techniques, and all manner of cultivation knowledge!

In that era of locked-away knowledge, merely entering the realm had already been the result of Yang Qingyun giving his all.

Obtaining other martial techniques, cultivation experience, and the like had been incomparably difficult.

In order to strengthen himself, Yang Qingyun could only borrow some imaginative ideas from novels he had read in his Previous Life, cultivating certain skills and methods to enhance his ability to fight enemies.

During those harsh earliest years, he chose the simplest Drawing Sword Technique.

Every day, he continuously practiced drawing his blade.

Gritting his teeth and enduring, he gradually increased his training from one hundred draws a day, to one thousand, then ten thousand, adapting and improving bit by bit.

After over a full year of unrelenting training, his Drawing Sword Technique finally reached great mastery!

The blade was like lightning,

a flash of cold light,

the blade left its sheath, and a man died!

That Drawing Sword Technique at great mastery ultimately became the first trump card Yang Qingyun could rely on during his rise in his Previous Life!

It opened the road to his later rise.

Even afterward, he continued to practice drawing his blade without pause, laying the foundation for the title of Lightning Blade he would later carve out!

Now that he had been reborn,

this body did not possess the muscle memory forged through countless millions of draws in his Previous Life, but his understanding of the Drawing Sword Technique remained deeply engraved in the depths of his memory!

"Hide the blade within its sheath, and restrain all its edge."

"Until the instant the blade is drawn, when all that suppressed sharpness erupts, blooming into the most terrifying killing power!"

"Perhaps I can use the Drawing Sword Technique of my Previous Life, which had reached its peak, as a foundation. I can nourish the qi and blood within my body, along with the unstoppable momentum within the blade, in my heart. Then, at the instant I draw the blade, like the Drawing Sword Technique, I can erupt all the accumulated qi and blood and momentum at once!"

"Moreover, nurturing blade momentum and comprehending blade momentum may help me explore a higher level of the blade's path!"

A sharp glint rose in Yang Qingyun's eyes.

Without further delay, he sat cross-legged, sheathed the long blade in his hand, laid it across his knees, closed his eyes, and began trying to realize his idea.

If it were anyone else, even with such an idea, putting it into practice would not be easy without sufficient accumulated knowledge.

They would need at least one or two years to perfect it.

But Yang Qingyun possessed thirty years of memories from his Previous Life, and his knowledge and experience could be considered broad and abundant. He happened to have enough accumulated knowledge!

Especially after the Spiritual Qi Resurgence, when the Xuantian Realm invaded, it had also brought some new concepts and knowledge.

These advantages

were far beyond anything others could compare with!

By Yang Qingyun's estimate, it would take roughly one or two days for him to perfect this idea.

Two days later,

Black Wind Mountain,

on the open ground within the stronghold, people surged like a tide.

Two groups faced off against each other.

One side wore all manner of clothing, their spirits high and emotions fervent.

It was precisely the group led by Zhou Weilong: the disciples of Weilong Martial Arts School in Huangshi Town, along with many enthusiastic, hot-blooded, righteous men from the town who had come up Black Wind Mountain to demand an explanation.

With someone taking the lead—especially an expert from the town—there was never any shortage of people eager to join the excitement.

The other side

was First Boss Golden-Eyed Leopard of Black Wind Stronghold, his gaze gloomy, along with the Black Wind Bandits behind him, suppressing their fury.

"So, what exactly do you intend to do?"

The muscles on Golden-Eyed Leopard's fleshy face twitched slightly. He was doing his utmost to restrain himself, and his voice was icy.

"First Boss, we did not come here looking for trouble. It is you who handled this matter unfairly. Those dozen or so villages have never failed to offer tribute silver to your Black Wind Stronghold during holidays and festivals. For more than ten years, they have always been obedient and respectful. Have they ever shown any intent to defy you?"

"But now, without even giving a reason, you wiped out villages and slaughtered people at the slightest disagreement. There must be some explanation for this."

"Those fellow villagers cannot be allowed to die for nothing!"

Zhou Weilong, seated in a guest chair, picked up the teacup from the table beside him, took a reserved sip, and spoke calmly.

"Ha, so what explanation do you want?"

A cold laugh appeared on Golden-Eyed Leopard's fleshy face. His fury drove him to laugh instead.

But before he could fly into a rage,

at that moment,

a Black Wind Bandit came running over from afar, pale-faced and staggering. Ignoring the astonished looks around him, he practically scrambled and crawled to Golden-Eyed Leopard's side, whispering something into his ear.

Zhou Weilong and the others clearly saw

that the moment the Black Wind Bandit lackey finished speaking, veins bulged on Golden-Eyed Leopard's forehead.

It was as though he had heard something that made him incomparably furious. His massive fists clenched tight, producing sharp crackling sounds, and every muscle in his body seemed to tense into a knot!

Zhou Weilong and the others exchanged looks, unable to guess what had happened.

Only after a long while

did the Black Wind Bandit lackey retreat in terror.

Golden-Eyed Leopard remained seated in the seat of honor, without speaking a word.

"First Boss, what do you think?"

Seeing that Golden-Eyed Leopard had remained silent for so long, Zhou Weilong tested the waters with a question.

Golden-Eyed Leopard sat in his chair. Rather than answer Zhou Weilong, he seemed to mutter to himself,

"I was wrong! I should never have wasted my time here with trash like you!"

His face was so dark it seemed water could be wrung from it. His teeth were clenched, and his voice seemed squeezed out through them!

With his head lowered, shadow covered his face, making his expression impossible to see.

"Golden-Eyed Leopard, what do you mean by that?!"

Zhou Weilong's expression changed. He slammed the table and cursed loudly.

"Sorry, I was not targeting you. What I mean is, every last one of you here is trash!"

Golden-Eyed Leopard raised his index finger and pointed down from on high at Zhou Weilong and the people behind him.

He spoke each word distinctly!

"Golden-Eyed Leopard! Are you courting death?!"

Zhou Weilong smashed the table apart with one palm, sprang to his feet with a whoosh, pointed at Golden-Eyed Leopard opposite him, and cursed loudly.

"Yes. So what?"

Golden-Eyed Leopard's face was full of mockery.

"Come on, hit me!"

"Don't dawdle there like a woman!"

At this moment,

even the most mild-tempered person would likely be unable to endure it!

Everyone on Zhou Weilong's side

exploded!

"Golden-Eyed Leopard, you are nothing but a mere bandit, yet you dare be so arrogant!"

"Master Zhou, go! Let this backcountry bandit see how formidable the heroes of Huangshi Town are!"

The crowd was filled with righteous indignation, shouting and cursing.

Zhou Weilong's face was also filled with anger as he said coldly,

"Fine! Golden-Eyed Leopard, you brought this upon yourself!"