Enlightenment, Ethereal Sword Technique!

At this moment, Chen Xin looked at Chen Feng with immense astonishment, finding it somewhat hard to believe.

He knew that it had taken him an entire month to comprehend the first layer of the Return to Dust Twenty-Four Swords, yet Chen Feng had only spent a single day.

No, it had only been half a day before he directly mastered this first layer.

Moreover, watching Chen Feng's ethereal footwork, which lacked even the slightest hesitation, was enough to prove that Chen Feng had already gained complete control over this first layer.

To master the first layer in half a day—even his own grandfather likely hadn't possessed such terrifying talent back in the day!

Chen Xin stared at Chen Feng in sudden surprise; how had this Xiao Feng seemingly turned into a different person?

Was this what they called a late bloomer?

Chen Xin patted Chen Feng's shoulder with gratification and praised, "Xiao Feng, you truly are a late bloomer with the bearing of the invincible. You are worthy of being my grandson; to be able to comprehend the first move in such a short time is truly beyond your grandfather's expectations."

"Grandfather, you flatter me," Chen Feng said modestly.

In the days that followed, Chen Xin took Chen Feng to familiarize himself with the application of the sword moves, then personally guided him through them.

When he had learned enough, Chen Xin looked at Chen Feng and said, "Xiao Feng, learning without practicing is just a hollow show. How about this: spar with me. Of course, I will suppress my soul power to the Soul Grand Master realm to compete with you."

Chen Feng looked at Chen Xin and said, "Wouldn't that be a bit inappropriate?"

Chen Xin shook his head and said, "What's inappropriate about it? Don't dawdle."

Seeing Chen Xin's firm attitude, Chen Feng had no choice but to agree.

"Alright then. Grandfather, please lead the way," Chen Feng said.

Chen Xin nodded, "Since that's the case, I won't stand on ceremony. Make your move."

As soon as the words fell, Chen Xin charged toward Chen Feng.

Chen Feng tapped his toes lightly against the ground, his entire body leaping back instantly to put distance between himself and Chen Xin.

Chen Xin held the Seven Kill Sword, facing Chen Feng calmly, while Chen Feng immediately unleashed the 'Wind Rises' stance of the Return to Dust Twenty-Four Swords, his ethereal sword technique erupting in an instant.

Shadows of the sword multiplied, striking toward Chen Xin like a violent storm.

Chen Xin let out a cold snort, "Break!"

A vast sword momentum erupted from within his body. The sword intent was piercing, as if it could shatter any obstacle in its path.

Chen Xin thrust his sword out; the light was like a rainbow, sharp and exposed, instantly breaking Chen Feng's stance and successfully closing in on him.

Chen Feng narrowed his eyes and flicked his wrist, the Purple Nether Sword in his hand thrusting out like a viper flicking its tongue.

The body of the Seven Kill Sword was purple, with faint purple light flickering around the blade.

Chen Feng slashed out, his sword momentum fierce and peerless, his sword intent surging.

Purple light permeated the air, sweeping toward Chen Xin like a massive vortex.

Chen Xin smiled faintly, his long sword tracing an eerie trajectory, and in an instant, a dazzling white glow bloomed from the blade.

"Clang..." The two swords collided, sparks flying in all directions.

Chen Feng's expression remained unchanged, but the Purple Nether Sword silently slid toward Chen Xin's chest.

A brilliant light flared in Chen Xin's eyes, and the Seven Kill Sword in his hand thrust out once more, the tip of the blade suddenly releasing rings of dazzling halos.

"Clang, clang, clang..." A series of crisp sounds of metal clashing echoed throughout the area.

Under the collision of the two swords, Chen Feng's figure retreated several steps before he could barely steady himself.

Although Chen Xin had suppressed his own strength to spar with Chen Feng, he had still been pressured by Chen Feng, to the point where he hadn't even touched the corner of Chen Feng's clothes.

"Truly impressive. Your sword technique is very pure, without any sense of disorder, and your moves are quite fierce."

"However, you still possess the temperament of a youth. While your sword technique is fierce, it lacks a certain dominance," Chen Xin said in a deep voice.

"Yes, Grandfather, I will remember that," Chen Feng said respectfully.

"Although your sword technique is good, you still have a long road ahead. Let us continue."

As he spoke, the two clashed again, becoming a blur of motion.

This battle lasted for a long time.

Yet, Chen Feng still failed to touch the corner of Chen Xin's clothes; instead, Chen Xin was always able to strike at the perfect moment to interrupt Chen Feng's attacks.

Finally, the two stopped. Chen Feng was drenched in sweat, his breathing slightly rapid, his face flushed red, appearing utterly exhausted.

"Alright, let's stop here for today. You have already done very well," Chen Xin said.

However, at this moment, Chen Feng felt a very profound sensation; it seemed as if he had gained some insight and was trying to grasp something.

"Grandfather, I seem to have sensed something. I want to try again!" Chen Feng said respectfully.

Could this kid have reached enlightenment so quickly? Chen Xin thought to himself, a look of surprise appearing on his face.

Immediately, Chen Xin looked at Chen Feng and said, "Good lad, come on then!"

At this moment, Chen Feng slowly closed his eyes, sensing the 'qi' in his surroundings. It was as if everything around him had condensed into qi—the soul power was qi, and that sword intent was also qi.

Various types of qi intertwined, transforming into a peculiar power.

This feeling was mysterious, leaving Chen Feng with a sensation he could neither describe nor explain.

"So that's how it is," Chen Feng muttered to himself.

In the time that followed, Chen Feng began to attempt to control this flow of energy.

Gradually, Chen Feng began to sense the existence of the energy, and at the same time, this energy began to obey his commands.

Little by little, Chen Feng became able to perceive the fluctuations of this energy.

Chen Feng closed his eyes and could sense the flow of all the energy in his surroundings, as if he could predict every move his grandfather made. Following that sensation, Chen Feng suddenly opened his eyes and thrust his sword forward.

The strike was aimed directly at Chen Xin. Chen Xin's expression shifted slightly as he casually raised his sword to parry, but Chen Feng seemed to have anticipated his move, instantly shifting his blade to streak directly toward Chen Xin's throat.

Chen Xin hurriedly shifted his body to the side to evade Chen Feng's attack.

Chen Feng pressed his advantage, thrusting out one sword strike after another.

Moreover, each strike grew faster than the last, and as the speed of his blade increased, it became incredibly ethereal. Every move contained a profound artistic conception, and with such blinding speed, it perfectly sealed off all of Chen Xin's offensive routes.

A glint of light flashed in Chen Xin's eyes. "Not bad, not bad. It seems my grandson truly has potential."

Finally, Chen Feng's blade grazed the hem of Chen Xin's robe, slicing through the fabric, and only then did Chen Feng come to a stop.

At this moment, Chen Xin burst into laughter. "Hahahaha! Kid, you've really got some skill. You just experienced an epiphany, didn't you?"

Chen Feng looked at Chen Xin, then asked in surprise, "An epiphany? I just had a very mysterious feeling, as if I could perceive everything around me even with my eyes closed."

"Hahahaha! You brat, you experienced an epiphany without even realizing it. Unknowingly, you have grasped a sword technique of your own.

This sword technique of yours is sufficiently celestial and ethereal," Chen Xin laughed heartily.

After thinking for a moment, Chen Feng nodded slightly and said, "So this is what an epiphany is."

"Kid, since you've created a sword technique on your very first epiphany, give it a name!" Chen Xin continued, clearly delighted.

Chen Feng pondered for a moment and said, "Then let's call it the Ethereal Sword Technique!"