Sword Spirit Big Sis?

Yue Yang lay on the bed for two minutes, then suddenly sprang up.

He could still play dumb now, but if he ran into that Fourth Uncle or some relative or friend later and failed to recognize them, he would definitely give himself away. Yue Yang hurriedly rummaged through the belongings left behind by that guy who had jumped into the river, looking for anything that could help him understand the guy's identity—preferably something like a diary.

After searching for ages, he turned the desk, bookshelf, boxes, and everything else upside down.

There really was a diary, but it was not much help.

What the guy had written was mainly about his meditation insights on summoning arts, as well as all kinds of realizations from practicing Yue Family Spearmanship.

Only now did Yue Yang realize that the guy had actually been quite diligent. Aside from never being able to contract a tome, he had practiced the Yue Family Spearmanship rather well. Yet judging from the diary, he had never revealed it to anyone, intending to make a stunning debut after contracting a tome someday. It was precisely because he had silently shut himself away to train that the outside world had considered him useless.

The guy mentioned that this Yue Family Spearmanship was a direct-line battle skill passed down through the Yue Family. When used together with enhancement-type battle beasts, it possessed tremendous power.

More than once, he wrote in his diary that if not for one of the Yue Family's peak martial artists being murdered by treacherous villains a thousand years ago, causing most of the spear technique manuals to be lost, the Yue Family would not merely rank third among the Four Great Families today. They would have been the foremost of the Four Great Families.

Even so, Yue Family Spearmanship was still a renowned battle skill in the world. Though peak martial artists no longer emerged from it, powerful experts still appeared one after another.

For example, the guy's father had been the most outstanding supreme martial artist the Yue Family had seen in a century.

Unfortunately, he had died young, dealing a severe blow to the Yue Family's momentum of rise.

"Spearmanship?" Yue Yang's head began to ache the moment he saw it.

Although he was a shut-in and had never practiced martial arts, he still knew quite a bit about them. There was a saying in the trade: "A month for the staff, a year for the saber, a lifetime for the spear, and keep the treasured sword close at hand." Among weapons, the spear was the hardest to master. Without enduring long years of painstaking grinding and tempering, it was difficult to achieve anything. There were also far more spear techniques than for ordinary weapons, and every school and sect had many profound subtleties of its own. It could be said that even a lifetime would not be enough to study them all...

If what he had found had been battle skills for sabers, swords, or staves, Yue Yang might have tried putting in the effort to learn them.

But this was a spearmanship battle skill!

The guy had trained for more than ten years and had still only just entered the gate.

Yue Yang decided to set aside this spearmanship for now. What he needed was not a battle skill that took a lifetime to temper. More importantly, battle skills had already completely declined on the Dragon Soaring Continent. No matter how hard one practiced an ordinary battle skill, it was difficult to surpass Level Three; they had fallen so low that they were merely ways for mercenaries to make a living. Even especially famous battle skills, such as Yue Family Spearmanship, were far inferior to what they had once been, and required enhancement-type summoned beasts to unleash their true power.

Battle skills were somewhat like China's traditional martial arts and ancient martial arts; training them could strengthen one's own combat ability.

But summoning was like a pistol. No matter how good your kung fu was, one shot would put you down!

Summoning required no grueling practice; combat strength depended entirely on the battle beast.

For instance, someone who had trained battle skills for more than ten years might well end up mastering nothing. In a fight, a martial artist who had practiced battle skills for over a decade could very possibly be defeated by a novice apprentice who had only just successfully contracted a tome.

Because simply summoning a venomous snake or a Wind Wolf could bite a battle-skill martial artist to death!

Under such circumstances, no one was willing to spend vast amounts of time practicing battle skills that were exhausting and thankless. Everyone had switched to practicing summoning arts.

On top of that, the finest battle skills had been lost long ago in the Destruction War three thousand years ago. The battle skills that had survived to the present were either flashy, useless flourishes fit only for performance, or crude and simple mercenary battle skills. A battle skill like Yue Family Spearmanship, which had lost more than half its manuals, could already rank among the top five battle skills on the Dragon Soaring Continent. That showed just how far battle skills had declined.

Among the Dragon Soaring Continent's current three great nations, the strongest had originally been the Jun Family royal house, which valued battle skills.

Because battle skills had declined, the once strongest Jun Family had now become the weakest of the three great nations, and even showed faint signs of being caught up to by certain smaller countries...

"Huh? There were actually two great love rivals?"

After reading the diary for so long, Yue Yang still could not make much sense of the family's circumstances.

But at least he finally knew who the guy's mortal enemies were.

One was his cousin in the family, named Yue Yan, fourth in rank, born only a few days later than the guy. But those few days had cost him the chance to become engaged to the Xue Family's young lady, allowing the guy, who had been engaged three days after birth, to beat him to the punch. Yue Yan had always harbored resentment over this and often sneered at and attacked the guy.

The other great enemy was Blood Thousand Blades, son of the lord of Blade Peak Mountain City.

This Blood Thousand Blades was said to be a genius. He had displayed extraordinary talent at six and contracted a tome at ten, yet when he repeatedly proposed a marriage alliance to the Xue Family, he was ruthlessly rejected by the Xue Family, one of the Four Great Families. Even after that Xue Family young lady broke off her engagement with the guy, she still did not accept his proposal. Therefore, Blood Thousand Blades could be said to hate the guy to the bone.

After finishing the diary, Yue Yang felt that the guy's life had truly been tragic.

Not only had he failed to marry a wife, he had even provoked two enormous love rivals drowning in a sea of jealousy.

"A beauty is only a beauty when you have the strength for her. If a man has no ability, she's a disaster!" Yue Yang did not think about that Xue Family young lady. Even if she were beautiful enough to shame the heavens, he would ignore her.

There were so many beautiful women under heaven. Why hang yourself from a single tree? Would he give up the whole forest for one tree?

If a man truly had ability, which beauty would not throw herself into his arms?

Hadn't the Xue Family young lady broken off the engagement because the guy was like a useless piece of trash?

If the guy had been emperor, even three palaces, six courtyards, and seventy-two concubines would have seemed too few; if he had been a corrupt official, he could have kept a hundred or so mistresses, then invented awards like the "Harmony Award," "Money-Scattering Award," "Youth Award," "Quality Award," and "Academic Award" as easily as turning his hand; if he had been a wealthy business tycoon, playing around with a little secretary would have been nothing, and if he wanted a threesome he could have one, if he wanted 3P then 3P it was; but if he were nothing at all, merely a migrant laborer, then if he dared fool around, the Xue Family young lady would surely first cry, then make a scene, then threaten to hang herself, before taking a kitchen knife and cutting off his little ** to count the rings!

Of course, the guy no longer had that chance.

The Xue Family young lady had already broken off the engagement, and the guy had fed the fish and shrimp of the rivers.

But the facts could still prove one thing: power, status, wealth, and such things would directly determine a person's sex life.

Yue Yang let his thoughts run wild and eventually drifted off to sleep in a haze.

In his daze, he discovered that he seemed to have entered once more that wondrous space of consciousness which had flashed through his mind when he contracted the Contract Tome. Just as he wondered whether he could put the flying sword in, the gleaming flying sword suddenly transformed into a white-robed celestial maiden whose features he could not make out. She wore heavenly robes and flowing raiment, long white gauze ribbons fluttering in the wind. Her exquisite jade feet stood upon empty air, her fair wrist lifted lightly, jade fingers brushing like orchids, her slender waist supple as a willow as she whirled in an unparalleled dance before Yue Yang... At the sight of such a miraculous spectacle, Yue Yang's drool nearly turned into a waterfall. His jaw hung open and would not close for a long while.

A sword-spirit big sis?

The flying sword he had robbed from that old Daoist was actually a sword-spirit big sis?

The white-robed celestial maiden danced on by herself, her waist swaying gracefully, jade feet blooming lotus flowers with every step. Her hands shifted through countless transformations, nimble and breathtakingly beautiful beyond words.

Rainbows appeared around her like ribbons and waterfalls, winding about her body; strange flowers Yue Yang did not recognize drifted down, scattering like butterflies. Just as Yue Yang was intoxicated, thinking this was a dance performance and preparing to clap his hands, he suddenly saw invisible sword aura shoot from the celestial maiden's jade fingers, tearing apart heaven and earth. Even empty space seemed pierced through like paper. By the end, her pale hands and jade feet all held the might to overturn rivers and seas, as if one lift of her hand could hold up the heavens, one stamp of her foot could shake the earth... Yue Yang was completely dumbstruck. Was this still martial arts? It was far too terrifying!

What came next was even more terrifying. The white-robed celestial maiden suddenly turned, and with a flash of her delicate body, she was already before the petrified Yue Yang.

Her jade hand, capable of destroying heaven and earth, gathered millions of strands of sword aura into a single point.

It stabbed directly into the center of Yue Yang's brow...

"Wah!" Yue Yang was so frightened that his soul nearly scattered. He cried out and jolted awake.

Only after a long while did he realize that it had merely been a dream beneath the southern bough, and that the white-robed celestial maiden had not exploded his head with one finger. Yet when he touched the center of his brow and recalled the white-robed celestial maiden from his dream, he discovered that a mysterious cultivation art lay quietly hidden in the depths of his mind. The moment Yue Yang's thoughts touched it, an unfamiliar name surfaced in his heart: Innate Formless Body-Breaking Sword Aura...