Zheng Fuyu Sword Technique

Under the dim oil lamp, Qian San sat cross-legged on the wooden bed, holding his breath and focusing his gaze on the ghostly blue Blue Silver Spider in his palm.

As a former outer sect disciple of the Tang Sect, he had spent his life obsessed with hidden weapons and poisons. At this moment, he was attempting to use the internal energy of his Mysterious Heaven Skill to probe for the location of the poison sac within this mutated spider, even mentally conceiving dozens of ways to utilize spider venom to temper his hidden weapons.

"Don't waste your effort." Qian Xunji walked in carrying a bowl of freshly brewed calming soup. Watching his son's look of facing a formidable enemy, he couldn't help but chuckle.

"Even if you stare at it until it blooms into a flower, it won't spit out a single drop of venom."

Qian San froze, looking up in confusion: "Father, do you mean... my martial soul has no poison?"

"It's not just that it lacks poison; it's practically a model student of the spirit beast world." Qian Xunji placed the soup bowl on the table and pulled up a chair to sit down.

"This Blue Silver Spider is a spirit beast that is very close to humans and has a gentle temperament. Their favorite hobby is weaving webs in the forest to catch mosquitoes. They are the most common beneficial insects on this continent. Aside from having a vitality as tenacious as wild grass, they have zero lethality."

Qian San felt a "buzz" in his brain, as if something had shattered. His heart, which belonged to a Tang Sect disciple and was filled with a longing for peerless toxins, instantly turned cold.

"No wonder..." Qian San gave a bitter smile, recalling the scene at the awakening ceremony earlier that day.

"No wonder that deacon, Hun Haitao, looked at me with such disgust and said I had a trash martial soul. A spider that catches mosquitoes and doesn't even have poison, indeed..."

"Bullshit!" Qian Xunji interrupted him irritably, raising his hand to flick his son on the forehead.

"They are the ones who are blind, failing to recognize a true god! There are no trash martial souls in this world, only trash people who don't take their martial souls seriously. This spider has potential that will make those short-sighted fools cry later. Enough, drink your soup and go to sleep. Once you've rested, I'll teach you some real self-defense skills tomorrow so you won't get bullied when you report to Nuoding Academy."

The next morning, in the forest behind the mountain.

Qian Xunji stood with his hands behind his back. The faint morning light filtered through the gaps in the leaves, spilling onto his long golden hair and adding a touch of sacred, inviolable majesty.

"Xiao San, the combat technique I am about to teach you is called the Zheng Fuyu Sword Technique."

Qian Xunji's voice was low and solemn, echoing through the woods.

"This sword technique is completely different from the violent, slaughter-seeking martial arts of the world. It emphasizes the unity of heaven and man and striking without regret. Its core mental cultivation method is to maintain absolute calm during battle—the more you fight, the calmer you become, with a heart as clear as ice."

Qian Xunji extended his right hand and grasped the empty air. In an instant, the light elements in the surrounding environment seemed to respond to a supreme summons, gathering frantically toward his palm and finally condensing into a brilliant longsword made purely of light.

Every time he swung the sword, he would summon light swords condensed from light elements out of thin air to obey his command.

The first strike summoned one light sword; the second strike, two; the third, three... and so on.

Qian San calculated rapidly in his heart. According to the mathematical knowledge of his past life in the Tang Sect, if he were to push it to the limit of the eighty-first strike, That would be a total of 3,321 light swords!

"No matter how many light swords you summon, you can eventually merge them into one, transforming them into a holy sword of infinite power."

Qian Xunji looked at his son's shocked expression, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly. "Watch closely!"

Before the words had faded, Qian Xunji moved slightly, and the light sword in his hand swung out in succession. The forest was instantly enveloped in dazzling golden light, and a faint humming sound emanated from the air, as if divine punishment had descended.

Qian San watched, mesmerized. He was already proficient in Tang Sect hidden weapons, and he had a natural affinity for this kind of combat technique that tested micro-control and mental power.

Time flowed, and three months passed in the blink of an eye.

During these three months, Qian San poured almost all his time, aside from eating and sleeping, into this sword technique. Relying on the foundation of his Mysterious Heaven Skill and the powerful mental strength of having lived two lives, by the day before he left for Nuoding Academy, he was already able to barely perform the seventeenth strike.

At night, Qian Xunji packed a simple bag for his son.

"Xiao San, once you reach Nuoding Academy, with your talent, there will surely be teachers willing to instruct you." Qian Xunji stuffed a few changes of clothes into the bundle, his tone seemingly casual but carrying an unquestionable seriousness.

Qian San nodded obediently: "Don't worry, Father, I will definitely respect my teachers and study hard."

"Studying is fine, and taking on a master is also fine." Qian Xunji suddenly stopped his movements and turned around, his deep eyes staring fixedly at Qian San.

"But you must completely kill off those rotten, pedantic notions in your head about 'a teacher for a day is a father for life'!"

Qian San shuddered, a cold sweat breaking out on his back.

Just a moment ago, the precepts of the Tang Sect regarding apprenticeship had indeed flashed through his mind—that if one encountered a mentor who taught true skills, one should serve them like a foster father. He never expected his father to see through his secret thoughts at a glance.

"Your father is not dead yet, and I don't need anyone else to help me raise my son." Qian Xunji stepped forward, his large palm pressing heavily on Qian San's shoulder.

"Remember, on this continent, your only father is me. If anyone dares to take advantage of you and make you call them 'godfather,' I will break their legs. Do you understand?"

A strong sense of shame welled up in Qian San's heart. He lowered his head, his nose stinging. As an orphan in his past life, he had never experienced the feeling of being so domineeringly and firmly claimed by family. Yet, this unreasonable possessiveness made him feel an unprecedented sense of security.

"I understand, Father." Qian San looked up, his eyes bright and firm.

Qian Xunji patted his shoulder with satisfaction, his tone softening slightly: "Besides, Nuoding Academy is too small—a shallow pond with too many turtles. After you go, no matter who you take as a master, absolutely do not listen to their advice regarding your first spirit ring."

"My first spirit ring..." Qian San was slightly startled.

"Your martial souls are the Blue Silver Spider and the Six-Winged Angel. Finding just any ten-year-old bamboo to slap onto them would be a waste of heaven's gifts." Qian Xunji sneered, a flash of pride in his eyes.

"Go to school and learn your basic theory well. As for the spirit ring... I have my own arrangements. My son, Qian Xunji's son, even if he were the most ordinary spider, must start with the top-tier configuration on this continent!"

Listening to these words, Qian San clenched his fists tightly. The familial love he had lacked since childhood and never received in the Tang Sect was now wrapping around him like the warm sun in winter.

He nodded heavily, a warm current surging in his heart. It was truly good to have such a father.