New Battle Skill and Sword Intent

At this moment, Nanmen Yun'er leaned in.

She was clearly much bolder than Zhu Lu. After moving close to Feng Piaoling, she clasped her hands behind her back, leaned her upper body slightly forward, and gazed at the handsome face inches from her own. She blinked her right eye and asked with a hint of curiosity:

"So, does that mean you also saw through the weakness of my Jade Slash?"

"I suppose so." Feng Piaoling suddenly felt a unique, maidenly fragrance wash over him. After a brief moment of daze, his expression quickly returned to normal.

Nanmen Yun'er caught that fleeting moment of unnaturalness in Feng Piaoling's expression, and the corners of her mouth curled up slightly. "I see. Then, in the future, could I trouble you, Class Monitor, to guide my cultivation?"

For the vast majority of girls on this continent of romance, these words were equivalent to a direct confession.

The expressions of those present varied.

Mu Jin immediately revealed an auntie-like smile, as if she were an experienced observer.

Zhu Lu's brows furrowed subconsciously, but then she thought of her engagement to Dai Huabin and let out a soft sigh, her tightly knit brows relaxing in resignation.

Ning Tian also raised her eyebrows, but unlike Zhu Lu, she wasn't thinking of other things; she was thinking of the pressure from the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect—a pressure that left her gasping for air. If she could have a genius like Feng Piaoling to share that burden, her remaining life would surely be much easier.

Wu Feng, whether because she knew her young mistress had taken a liking to Feng Piaoling's talent or for some other reason, felt her mood inexplicably turn irritable.

She wanted to step forward and stop it, but the words died in her throat.

As for the rest of Class Nine, if not for Mu Jin's presence, they would have likely started jeering long ago.

"We'll see if there's an opportunity later."

Facing Nanmen Yun'er's invitation, Feng Piaoling smiled, walked straight ahead, and brushed past her.

He left behind a group of people in utter astonishment.

Only Ning Tian, Wu Feng, and Zhu Lu, each with their own complex thoughts, felt an inexplicable sense of relief, faint smiles hanging on their lips.

Being women themselves, how could Nanmen Yun'er not understand their thoughts? Seeing their "schadenfreude," she snorted coldly and said nothing more.

"Alright, alright, don't just stand there. Since everyone is here, let's start the lesson. From now on, I need to understand your combat capabilities, martial soul characteristics, and soul skills, so I can provide targeted guidance based on your actual situations..."

It must be said that, setting aside other factors, Mu Jin was quite responsible when it came to teaching.

Since they were already at the Great Soul Arena and had paid the entrance fee, they might as well make use of it.

On the other side, after leaving the soul arena, Feng Piaoling went to the Mimicry Training Ground alone.

"It is time to contemplate sword techniques."

Yesterday, he had mastered the soul power circulation route for activating the Dark Gold Terrorclaw and had completely fused the left and right palm bones of the Dark Gold Terrorclaw Bear with his body.

Now he could finally attempt to create a new sword style, which was destined to be a bumpy process.

Presenting his token for a one-year rental of the mimicry training ground, Feng Piaoling entered Mimicry Training Ground No. 36 and skillfully swapped out the specialized iron stakes.

Feng Piaoling had purchased dozens of these stakes, storing them in a separate, large-scale Soul Tool.

They could be used to craft Soul Tools, or they could be used for training.

He raised his right hand, azure light surged in his palm, and Feng Piaoling closed his eyes slightly.

Recalling the soul power circulation route for the Dark Gold Terrorclaw Bear's right palm bone, Feng Piaoling suddenly opened his eyes. He gripped the Green Lotus Sword and slashed through the void.

Hum!

A piercing, sharp sword hum suddenly rang out. A sword beam, devoid of dark golden light, flew through the air with an unstoppable, domineering posture. It struck the specialized iron stake—which even a Soul Saint would find difficult to destroy completely—leaving behind a shallow mark on its surface.

"It seems I have a lead, but the power is still far from enough."

Feng Piaoling was not very satisfied with the power of this strike; in terms of raw force, it was not even as good as the sixth form of the Nine Gale Swords.

However, everything is difficult at the start. As long as there is a lead, it is a good beginning.

... In the afternoon, there was a knock on the door of Mimicry Training Ground No. 36. Jiang Nannan, having just finished her day of classes, arrived as promised to accompany him in his training.

Feng Piaoling put away the Green Lotus Sword, opened the door, and welcomed her in.

He had her accompany him to practice Clone Shadow.

Currently, Clone Shadow was all show and no substance; not only was its speed unremarkable—barely surpassing that of an agility-type soul master of the same level—but the clone could only leave behind afterimages.

With Jiang Nannan's participation, things were different.

Feng Piaoling had her continuously cast her second soul skill, Gravity Control, on him, then use her first soul skill, Waist Bow, and utilize her third soul skill, Teleport, to engage him in full-force melee combat.

During this time, Feng Piaoling corrected some of Jiang Nannan's inefficient movements during her attacks to help her achieve better force application and improve her combat efficiency.

At the same time, by observing the soul power circulation route Jiang Nannan used when casting her third soul skill, Teleport, he aimed to improve the speed and evasion capabilities of his Clone Shadow movement technique.

Days passed by, one after another.

Feng Piaoling settled into a routine of three points and one line.

Every day at the crack of dawn, he would go to the mimicry training ground to practice the Nine Gale Swords a few times. After breakfast, he would go to the Class Nine classroom to check in.

In the morning, he would study his newly created sword moves, and when his soul power was exhausted, he would sit cross-legged in the mimicry training ground to recover.

At noon, after eating, he would meditate for half an hour.

This meditation did not refer to the cultivation of soul power, but rather to the perception of the sword.

In his past life, Feng Piaoling had read many wuxia and xuanhuan novels, and whenever the path of the sword was mentioned, it was inseparable from the term "Sword Intent."

That power, capable of severing the void and remaining impervious to all evil, significantly boosting one's offensive capabilities—it was something Feng Piaoling had long yearned for, though unfortunately, he had yet to find any leads.

Even so, this meditation was not in vain. After spending half an hour each day in meditative reflection, while he had not yet grasped Sword Intent, his progress in sword techniques had become far more efficient than the mindless drilling of the past.

In the afternoon, he would spar with Jiang Nannan to improve his Clone Shadow movement technique.

In the evening, after taking Jiang Nannan out for a meal and returning to the dormitory to shower and change, he would sit cross-legged on his bed to cultivate and increase his soul power.

Then, upon waking the next morning, he would repeat the trajectory of the previous day.

As for the Heaven-Reaching Demon Eye, Feng Piaoling had long since formed the habit of cultivating it at all times.

Days passed by, one after another.

Seven days later, Ning Tian delivered the Soul Ascension Pill, and it seemed they had not purchased only one from Shrek.

Wu Feng's soul power had originally been around level twenty-four and a half, but now it had reached level twenty-six.

Although Ning Tian's soul power was still at level thirty-one, she was already very close to level thirty-two.

One could discern a thing or two from this.

That afternoon, Feng Piaoling gave the Soul Ascension Pill to Jiang Nannan, letting her refine it in the adjacent Mimicry Training Ground No. 35.

As for him, he focused on the results of his recent training, continuing to refine his newly created sword combat technique.

He could feel that he had already touched the threshold. Once this move was unleashed, it might perhaps reach a level that surpassed the original Dark-Gold Terrorclaw.