Qingzhou City

The sword manual searched from Liu Anfeng was something Shi Lan had only skimmed through before setting aside.

She had learned few martial arts, but she had already entered the Earthly Fiend Realm. The Vertical Body Saber was merely a third-rate martial art in this world, so it naturally did not catch her eye.

Still, with those few glances, Shi Lan had already spotted the differences between the martial arts here and those of the Lingyang Realm.

The martial arts of the Lingyang Realm, regardless of their rank, were all meant to unleash greater power—to make one part of one's strength produce twice or even three times the might.

The martial arts here, on the other hand, relied more heavily on variations in technique. A third-rate saber manual contained thirty-six forms, interspersed with changes in footwork and movement.

Shi Lan could understand the reason. Unable to make breakthroughs in strength, one had to seek change through technique. The emphasis was simply different; both were explorations of the martial path.

"Miss, might you tell us your name? It's not right to keep calling you 'Miss' all the time..."

After following Shi Lan back to the ruined temple, Old Hong asked somewhat nervously.

Two brigands, both armed with weapons, had been subdued by Shi Lan barehanded. Anyone who wasn't blind could see she was no ordinary person.

"Shi Lan. Shi as in 'stone,' Lan as in 'evening mist.'"

Shi Lan replied. A-Qi silently committed the name to memory, though he had no idea how to write either character.

Setting aside the differences between the martial arts of the two worlds, Shi Lan knocked Liu Anfeng and his companion unconscious again, dislocated their leg joints, and covered them with straw. Then she took Old Hong and A-Qi to Qingzhou City.

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