His Nurturing Self Sword Art had only emerged not long ago, and now he had such a master to temper him. He could not have wished for more.
Moreover, under the immense pressure, the Hunyuan Art within him began circulating at high speed, breaking through the barrier of the sixth level and entering the seventh. He also opened another two of the twelve primary meridians, reaching the same level of internal cultivation as Yue Buqun.
The Hunyuan Art had only seven levels. Perhaps it had once possessed higher realms, but they had been lost to time.
Having broken through under pressure, Shi Yongheng was overjoyed and his combat strength surged. Yet Feng Qingyang had always kept his attacks within the limits of Shi Yongheng's internal energy.
After a thousand exchanges, Feng Qingyang finally stopped attacking due to his advanced age and depleted vitality.
"Boy, are you really Yue Buqun's disciple? Could trash like Yue Buqun possibly teach a disciple of your caliber?" Feng Qingyang did not attack again. Instead, he looked Shi Yongheng up and down, his face full of astonishment.
"Indeed. Greetings, Granduncle-Master!"
"You know who I am?"
Shi Yongheng smiled. "I made a few guesses from our match just now."
Over the following period, whenever he practiced his swordsmanship, Feng Qingyang would appear nearby to critique his techniques and occasionally offer a few pointers.
Winter gave way to summer, spring passed into autumn, and another five years flew by. These five years were the years in which he improved the most. The Nurturing Self Sword Art was gradually perfected, becoming one of the foremost sword arts in the martial world—or so Feng Qingyang judged.
Thus, the Nurturing Self Sword Art was renamed the Nurturing Self Sword Manual.
On Cliff of Repentance, two figures tangled together. Fierce sword light