At this moment, Chen Xin stared at Chen Feng in utter astonishment, finding it hard to believe.
Back then, it had taken him an entire month to comprehend the first level of the Return to Dust Twenty-Four Swords, yet Chen Feng had needed only one day.
No, not even a full day. In just half a day, he had directly mastered the first level.
Moreover, judging from Chen Feng's graceful movements, there was not the slightest pause. This was enough to show that Chen Feng had completely mastered the first level.
Mastering the first level in half a day—even his own grandfather had not possessed such terrifying talent back then!
Chen Xin looked at Chen Feng in shock. Why did Xiao Feng seem like a completely different person?
Was this what they called late blooming?
Chen Xin patted Chen Feng on the shoulder approvingly and praised, "Xiao Feng, you truly are a late bloomer with the bearing of someone invincible. As expected of my grandson. To comprehend the first move in such a short time truly exceeds Grandpa's expectations."
"Grandpa, you flatter me," Chen Feng said modestly.
Over the following days, Chen Xin helped Chen Feng familiarize himself with the sword moves and personally guided him further.
Once Chen Feng had learned more or less enough, Chen Xin looked at him and said, "Xiao Feng, learning without practice is nothing but empty form. How about we spar? Of course, I'll suppress my Soul Power to the Soul Grandmaster realm."
Chen Feng looked at Chen Xin. "Wouldn't that be inappropriate?"
Chen Xin shook his head. "What's inappropriate about it? Stop dawdling."
Seeing how firm Chen Xin was, Chen Feng could only agree.
"Alright. Grandpa, please make the first move," Chen Feng said.
Chen Xin nodded. "Since that's the case, then I won't hold back. Make your move."
The moment he finished speaking, Chen Xin charged toward Chen Feng.
Chen Feng lightly tapped the ground with the tip of his foot, instantly leaping away and widening the distance between them.
Chen Xin held the Seven Kill Sword and calmly faced Chen Feng. Chen Feng immediately unleashed the "Wind Rises" form of the Return to Dust Twenty-Four Swords, and an ethereal sword technique erupted at once.
Heavy Sword Shadows swept toward Chen Xin like a violent storm.
Chen Xin gave a cold snort. "Break!"
A vast sword aura burst from within him. Its sword intent was chilling, as though it could cut through every obstacle.
Chen Xin thrust his sword forward. Sword light flashed like a rainbow, its edge fully revealed, instantly breaking Chen Feng's move and successfully closing in on him.
Chen Feng narrowed his eyes and flicked his wrist. The Purple Nether Sword in his hand shot out like a venomous snake striking.
The Seven Kill Sword's blade was purple in color, with faint violet light flickering around it.
Chen Feng swung his sword, its momentum incomparably fierce and its sword intent surging endlessly.
Violet light spread out, sweeping toward Chen Xin like a massive vortex.
Chen Xin smiled faintly. His sword traced a strange trajectory, and in an instant, a dazzling white radiance bloomed from its blade.
"Clang..." The two swords collided, sending sparks flying.
Chen Feng's expression did not change, but the Purple Nether Sword silently extended toward Chen Xin's chest.
A sharp gleam flashed in Chen Xin's eyes as the Seven Kill Sword in his hand thrust forward again. Rings of dazzling light suddenly radiated from its tip.
"Clang! Clang! Clang!" Crisp metallic clashes rang throughout the area.
Under the collision of the two swords, Chen Feng was forced back several steps before barely managing to steady himself.
Although Chen Xin had suppressed his strength to fight Chen Feng, he was still being pressured by him. Chen Feng had not even allowed him to touch the corner of his clothes.
"Not bad indeed. Your swordsmanship is very pure, without the slightest sense of disorder, and your moves are quite fierce.
"However, you are still young at heart. Though your swordsmanship is sharp, it lacks a certain dominance," Chen Xin said in a deep voice.
"Mm, Grandpa, I'll remember that," Chen Feng replied respectfully.
"Although your swordsmanship is good, you still have a long road ahead. Let's continue."
With that, the two clashed again, their figures becoming entangled in battle.
This battle continued for quite some time.
Yet Chen Feng still failed to touch the corner of Chen Xin's clothes. On the contrary, Chen Xin always struck at just the right moment, interrupting Chen Feng's attacks.
Finally, the two stopped. Chen Feng was drenched in sweat, breathing slightly raggedly. His face was flushed, and he looked utterly exhausted.
"Alright, we'll stop here for today. You've already done very well," Chen Xin said.
However, Chen Feng suddenly felt something profoundly mysterious, as though he had gained some insight and wanted to grasp something.
"Grandpa, I seem to have sensed something. I want to try again!" Chen Feng said respectfully.
Could this brat have awakened to the Dao so quickly? Chen Xin's expression immediately revealed a trace of surprise.
Then Chen Xin looked at Chen Feng and said, "Good lad, come on!"
At this moment, Chen Feng slowly closed his eyes. He sensed the qi around him, as though everything around him had condensed into qi. Soul Power was qi, and sword qi was also qi.
All kinds of qi intermingled, transforming into a strange power.
The feeling was incredibly profound, leaving Chen Feng unable to describe it clearly.
"So that's how it is," Chen Feng murmured.
Over the next period of time, Chen Feng began trying to control this qi.
Gradually, Chen Feng sensed the existence of qi, and at the same time, this qi began to obey his control.
Gradually, Chen Feng became able to sense the changes within this qi.
Even with his eyes closed, Chen Feng could sense the flow of all the qi around him, as though he could foresee every move Grandpa would make. Following that feeling, Chen Feng suddenly opened his eyes and thrust out his sword.
His sword shot toward Chen Xin. Chen Xin's expression changed slightly as he casually raised his sword, intending to block Chen Feng's strike. Yet Chen Feng seemed to have foreseen Chen Xin's move; his sword edge turned and swept straight toward Chen Xin's throat.
Chen Xin hurriedly shifted his body aside, dodging Chen Feng's attack.
Chen Feng pressed his advantage, thrusting one sword after another.
And each thrust became faster than the last. His sword speed grew increasingly swift, and his swordsmanship instantly became incomparably ethereal. Every move contained profound artistic conception, while its speed was astonishingly quick, perfectly sealing off every one of Chen Xin's attack routes.
A glimmer flashed through Chen Xin's eyes. "Not bad, not bad. It seems my grandson truly has potential."
Finally, Chen Feng's sword grazed the corner of Chen Xin's clothes, cutting it open before he finally stopped.
Chen Xin immediately burst into laughter. "Hahahaha! Kid, you really have some skill. You awakened to the Dao just now, didn't you?"
Chen Feng looked at Chen Xin, then asked in surprise, "Awakened to the Dao? Just now, I only had an extremely mysterious feeling. It was as though I could sense everything around me even with my eyes closed."
"Hahahaha! Brat, you awakened to the Dao without even realizing it. Without knowing it, you comprehended a sword technique that belongs to you alone.
"Your swordsmanship is immortal-like and ethereal enough," Chen Xin said with a laugh.
After thinking for a moment, Chen Feng nodded slightly. "So this is awakening to the Dao."
"Kid, the first time you awakened to the Dao, you created a sword technique. Give it a name!" Chen Xin said happily.
Chen Feng thought for a moment. "Then let's call it the Ethereal Sword Technique!"
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