Wind Cutter

"Inheritance... what exactly is in the inheritance?"

"Generally speaking, it's cultivation techniques and resources. You could say that aside from his physical body, Yan Xuan inherited everything from that eighth-realm Alien Race expert!"

"Resources are one thing, but Alien Race techniques... can humans even cultivate them?" Chu Yuan was puzzled. Alien Race was a collective term, and in reality, there were many different tribes. Basically, their appearances and physical structures had nothing in common with humans. Even those that looked somewhat similar... were only similar on the surface. How could one just take a technique and start cultivating it directly?

"Direct cultivation is certainly impossible, but that doesn't stop one from drawing inspiration. Many of our Great Qin techniques are actually derived from the Alien Races. After all, the essence of all cultivation techniques is merely the extraction and absorption of energy. Good techniques have higher efficiency, while inferior ones have lower efficiency. It's like storing water; a good technique is like opening the floodgates, while a low-level one is like an old man taking a leak..."

"..." Chu Yuan was left speechless by Jiang Fei's explanation and analogy, almost losing his reverence for cultivation techniques. However, he finally understood the situation with Yan Xuan. He had obtained a heaven-sent opportunity, only to be targeted by someone suspected to be from within... No wonder he harbored such deep hatred for Great Qin! Putting himself in those shoes, Chu Yuan felt that if he had ended up in Yan Xuan's position back then, he would also... He sighed, "I didn't expect someone of your low realm to know so much."

"..." Jiang Fei's face darkened, and he retorted irritably, "What kind of talk is that! Have you ever seen a martial artist at the Air-Dominance Realm as young as me?"

I see one every time I look in the mirror, Chu Yuan thought to himself.

"Let's go." Jiang Fei started the car.

"Then... what about Yan Xuan's family?"

"They went missing. Now that I think about it, Yan Xuan must have taken them away when he joined the Day of Vengeance."

The next day, Chu Yuan took the money Qi Da had given him and went straight to the Precious Jade Pavilion to buy the long sword he had set his sights on. The chaos had subsided, and the Precious Jade Pavilion had reopened for business. The same girl who had assisted him last time was in charge of receiving him, and seeing that he had actually come to buy a martial weapon... she couldn't help but cast a few surprised glances his way.

However, no other accidents occurred.

Chu Yuan couldn't wait to use today's system conversion quota on it. In fact, after the incident with the Blood Sacrifice Array, he had developed the habit of keeping one conversion quota on standby. However, these quotas could not be accumulated and had to be used before midnight, otherwise... they would simply go to waste. Recalling the conversion of the Blood Sacrifice Array, Chu Yuan still felt a lingering fear. If he hadn't had a conversion quota left that day... he would have been truly helpless. Fortunately, he hadn't obtained anything worth converting in those few days, and he wasn't lacking in his usual cultivation pills.

The converted spirit sword appeared more restrained and mysterious than before; the hilt was pure black, and the blade was frost-cold. One could see faint cyan runes flowing across the surface of the blade... it looked magnificent. Chu Yuan attempted to channel his spirit power into it and immediately felt it flow without obstruction, as if it were an extension of his own arm. He resisted the urge to command the Flying Sword and slowly sheathed it, hanging it at his waist.

"From now on, I shall call you Wind Cutter..."

Wind Cutter, of course, did not respond to him.

Having fulfilled a personal wish, Chu Yuan was in a good mood. He raised his hand to check his terminal and saw a message from Qi Da. The gist of it was that the Secret Realm trial would begin tomorrow, and he should arrive at school in the morning so as not to delay the schedule.

For this trial, Chenyang No. 1 High School had three spots. To save time, they didn't use a tournament format to compete for the spots; instead, Qi Da and the teachers of each class discussed and designated them directly! However, ordinary students weren't without a chance; they could challenge these three individuals at will, and the designated students were required to accept the challenge. In Chu Yuan's view, it was still just a formality... most ordinary students hadn't even entered the Blood-Qi Realm, let alone practiced any martial arts. Even if they challenged or fought... it was no different from a street brawl between hoodlums.

However, he was free for the rest of the day, so after some thought, he decided to go to Chu Ying's school to check on her. For some reason, the child had started showing signs of skipping class, and that was a bad habit.

Chu Yuan hadn't been trying to scare her earlier; although the martial path was flourishing, a martial artist could not be illiterate.

Otherwise, when the time came, they wouldn't even be able to understand cultivation techniques or grasp human anatomy, meaning even the highest talent would go to waste.

It wasn't as if everyone had a system like his, capable of directly instilling information into their mind...

Second Experimental Middle School was also within the city, and Chu Yuan had originally intended to use Smoke-Drifting Steps to get there.

But considering it was broad daylight, it would inevitably be a bit too eye-catching... so he honestly hailed a taxi instead.

Chu Yuan's divine sense covered a radius of several hundred meters. He didn't enter the school, but instead unfolded his sense from the outside to locate Chu Ying's classroom.

Class was currently in session, and Chu Ying was earnestly watching the content on the blackboard and taking notes; she didn't seem to be acting abnormally.

Chu Yuan wasn't in a rush, so he sat casually on a bench by the wall, working on his synchronization with Wind Cutter.

He had already cultivated the Wind-Riding Sword Control Art to the second level.

However, for the third level, Wind Chant, he only had a slight inkling of how to proceed.

This technique possessed immense power and could be used for both area-of-effect and single-target attacks... it was just a bit high in difficulty.

But as Chu Yuan imagined it in his mind—releasing thousands of wind blades with a flick of his hand... it was still quite cool.

If the difficulty was a bit higher, so be it; that was normal.

During cultivation, time always passed very quickly.

It wasn't until students in school uniforms began passing by him in twos and threes that Chu Yuan realized school had already let out.

He unfolded his divine sense once more and located Chu Ying.

At this moment, Chu Ying had packed her bag and was walking toward the school gate.

Chu Yuan didn't go up to meet her, choosing instead to observe from the shadows.

He saw that after Chu Ying reached the school gate, she first looked around for a while, then let out a sigh of relief and quickened her pace.

It was as if... she were avoiding someone?

Chu Yuan frowned and decided to keep watching.

"Oh! Why are you here again? I already told you I don't agree!" Chu Ying suddenly shouted in annoyance.

Chu Yuan felt a jolt in his heart, discovering that at some point, a figure had blocked Chu Ying's path.

And his divine sense... had failed to detect him in advance at all!?

It was an old man wearing a loose, baggy training suit with somewhat graying hair.

He was looking at Chu Ying with a sense of gloom, his face full of heartache: "Do you know! You are wasting your talent!"

Chu Ying retreated two steps without a sound, allowing the pungent smell of alcohol radiating from the old man to dissipate slightly.

"I only know that you want to ruin my college entrance exam...

Here is ten yuan to buy some booze, stop pestering me."

"To hell with the exam! Only those mediocre people would go take that nonsense test!" The old man dismissed it with disdain, casually stuffing the ten yuan Chu Ying handed him into his pocket.

"Train in martial arts with me, and that brat won't dare to pester you ever again!"

"I wouldn't have remembered if you hadn't mentioned it!" Chu Ying sneered: "Do you know you put Du Kai in the hospital?"

"Pfft, he was definitely trying to scam you. I know how to pull my punches..."

"Don't talk nonsense! The person you hit... what does that have to do with me!?"