Yuanling Swordplay Manual

Everyone knows the story of the Evil-warding Swordplay Manual.

As a transmigrator, Lu Wu-bing had naturally heard the story of "drawing a knife to make things quick."

He never expected that Lin Ping-zhi's experience would happen to him.

Both were young masters, both practiced shoddy swordplay, their martial arts incredibly weak. Moreover, his own Hall of Returning Spring had extensive business operations, catering to both the common folk and officials, with little connection to the martial world, living a peaceful and happy life.

To the point that, without anyone reminding him, he would never have guessed that a renowned martial arts sect famous for its swordsmanship would covelace their sword manual.

This was unreasonable.

What was the reason?

A simple truth… no one fights over something useless.

What is coveted is usually a treasure.

'If the information I received is true, then the only explanation is that the family's Yuanling Swordplay has a big problem. Perhaps it was practiced incorrectly, or perhaps the manual is fake, and the real manual is extremely powerful.'

'It's highly likely that the Yuanling Swordplay is missing a crucial component, most likely a matching cultivation technique. No wonder, no matter how I look at it, I can't see any power in this set of swordplay.'

He glanced down at his own crotch, and Lu Wu-bing's expression suddenly turned extremely grim.

"Kitty, sneak over and take a look. Be careful not to be discovered."

Lu Wu-bing put the little black cat on the ground, watched it dart into the crowd, and turned to walk back into the manor. If the news the sword-wielding girl had mentioned was true, he didn't have much time left.

"The Yaoguang Sword she uses is the signature sword technique of the Celestial Star Sect, one of the Three Divine Peaks. At her age, possessing such profound swordplay and internal energy, she must be Ouyang Lan, the daughter of the Celestial Star Sect's sect leader..."

Head Constable Li emerged from the side, speaking faintly.

"Three Divine Peaks?"

"Brother Changfeng never mentioned martial world affairs to you usually. That's understandable. The Hall of Returning Spring focuses solely on medical arts. As the young master, you only need to master the family's Six Yang Divine Needles to treat illnesses and save lives when you take over the family business. You don't need to pay attention to the storms in the martial world."

Could I say I transmigrated and the original body's memories aren't very clear?

Among the fragmented memories, only the most profound snippets remained. The trivial matters the original body heard and saw daily were not deeply imprinted, so they were absent from his memory.

Fortunately, Head Constable Li didn't find it strange. He just said meaningfully, "The righteous sects of the martial world have the saying 'One Temple, One Mountain, Three Divine Peaks,' referring to the most elite lineages.

The 'One Temple' needs no explanation; everyone understands it refers to the Great Brahma Temple.

The 'One Mountain' is True Martial Mountain.

As for the 'Three Divine Peaks,' they are the Violet Sun, Bright Moon, and Celestial Star Sects.

The Celestial Star Sect leader, Mister Ouyang, is known as 'Righteousness Reaching the Heavens.' He loves to help those in distress most. Both he and his wife have excellent reputations and strictly discipline their disciples.

All their disciples are outstanding. His daughter, Ouyang Lan, is indeed exceptionally talented, and her swordsmanship is not weak. Truly, their reputation is well-deserved."

Righteousness Reaching the Heavens?

Lu Wu-bing's heart stirred. In the story, the Evil-warding Swordplay Manual wasn't coveted by just one sect; everyone yearned for it.

If his family's Yuanling Swordplay was truly a peerless sword technique, and his father Lu Changfeng's 'weakling' level had already been exposed, outsiders would have no reservations. Wouldn't the Lu family be at their mercy?

This was a dead end!

He had too much information from his past life, he knew too well the attitude of martial artists towards peerless secret manuals.

For some reason, he thought again of the departing figure of the sword-wielding girl, his brow furrowing deeply.

On the way back, before Lu Wu-bing even entered the gate, he saw many people carrying their belongings, climbing over the courtyard wall.

Several of them were agile, landing and sprinting away quickly.

Those dressed as servants also wished they had more legs, hurrying to leave.

Lu Wu-bing's footsteps faltered. He opened his mouth to shout, then thought better of it and remained silent.

When disaster strikes, everyone flees.

Let these guards and house servants leave if they wish. He didn't expect them to stand by the Lu family until death.

Today's dead chickens and dogs must have scared them.

As if sensing Lu Wu-bing's unhappiness, the little black cat that had just run back climbed up his leg and into his arms, rubbing its head against him and meowing repeatedly, gesturing with its little white paws.

Lu Wu-bing inherited some of the original body's understanding with cats. He silently glanced in the direction the cat had come from.

"Quite a few people... the inn around the corner?"

So close.

Are they unwilling to interfere in others' feuds?

Or is it the mantis stalking the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind?

"Dad, Mom..."

Lu Wu-bing rubbed his face, trying to make his expression less grim. Returning to the back hall, he saw both his parents.

"Good, very good. Wu-bing's two previous sword strikes were swift, accurate, and fierce. At such a young age, to have practiced the Yuanling Swordplay to this extent, you will undoubtedly shine in the future."

On the bedroom bed, Lu Changfeng lay askew, his face ashen and devoid of color. Seven silver needles were inserted around the black palm print on his exposed chest. Though his breathing was shallow and his expression strained, he still appeared spirited.

You old man really have a big heart. Our entire family was almost wiped out.

Lu Wu-bing's eyebrows twitched. He turned to look at his mother, Chen Yulian, whose worried eyes held a hint of joy. He understood immediately.

Yes, although the Lu family has provoked a formidable enemy, which is terrifying, it's also very gratifying to have a promising descendant.

People can't live in constant gloom. Finding hope amidst despair is what allows one to carry on.

Lu Wu-bing shook his head. "That's not the Yuanling Swordplay, it's not even really swordplay. It's just a thrust I figured out myself, focusing purely on speed. As for our family's Yuanling Swordplay, I suspect it might have been passed down incorrectly."

After some thought, Lu Wu-bing decided to speak his mind directly.

For many years, the Lu family has been more like local gentry and merchants than a martial arts sect.

Father Lu Changfeng never had the chance to see how vast the world outside is, or how powerful the martial arts of the great sects are.

He's operating with incomplete information.

"How could it be wrong? Your grandfather passed down the Yuanling Swordplay, move by move. And I watched him practice it countless times; there were no errors in the forms... cough cough."

Lu Changfeng's expression grew agitated, aggravating his injuries. He coughed.

Clearly, he had felt something was amiss. After practicing a powerful sword technique for twenty to thirty years, he couldn't even defeat a young disciple from the Eastern Sea Sword Sect.

It's absurd.

It's a disgrace to the Lu family and an embarrassment to my father.

But, with the Lu family valuing filial piety and prospering through medicine, and out of respect for my father, I absolutely couldn't consider a certain possibility.

"Alright, alright, if you say it's not wrong, then it's not wrong. Don't get worked up."

Lu Wu-bing didn't argue.

He chose his words carefully. "Father, do you remember if Grandfather left any inheritance items before he passed away? Something that future generations were forbidden to speak of or touch, something that would bring endless disaster if disturbed..."

Upon hearing this, Lu Changfeng's entire body trembled. His pupils dilated as if he had recalled something, and his face contorted into an extremely conflicted expression.

Overwhelmed by emotion, his head lolled to the side, blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, and he fainted.

"Master." Chen Yulian's face changed drastically.

Lu Wu-bing was stunned.