Thunder Movement

"Senior Brother Chen, I've made my choice. I want to exchange for this Thunder Movement Swordsmanship." Lin Xuan returned the booklet.

"What! You want to exchange for Thunder Movement Swordsmanship?" Chen Dazheng cried in surprise.

Some nearby disciples heard this and looked at Lin Xuan with strange expressions.

"Junior Brother, you haven't been here long, so you don't know much about Thunder Movement Swordsmanship yet." Chen Dazheng explained, "Not only is this swordsmanship incomplete, but it is also difficult to practice. People chose it before, yet no one ever mastered it. As time passed, no one chose it anymore."

"So, Junior Brother, you should pick another one. After all, 120 contribution points are no small sum." Chen Dazheng tried to dissuade him.

"No one mastered it? That's pretty sinister!" Lin Xuan stroked his chin, a faint smile curling at the corner of his mouth. "Wine Lord said it was only a simplified version, but its power must be extraordinary."

"Don't worry, Senior Brother. I'm exchanging for Thunder Movement Swordsmanship."

"Ah!" Seeing Lin Xuan insist, Chen Dazheng sighed and shook his head. He took a thin booklet from the bookshelf behind him and handed it to Lin Xuan.

"You understand the rules, right?" Chen Dazheng asked.

Lin Xuan nodded. "Other than myself, I'm not allowed to pass it on to a second person."

This was a rule of the Profound Heaven Sect. Whoever exchanged for a cultivation technique was the one to practice it. If it was secretly passed on to others, severe punishment from the sect would follow once discovered.

Holding the Thunder Movement Swordsmanship, Lin Xuan was about to leave when a group of disciples entered from outside. They kept talking among themselves, their faces somewhat flustered.

"Have you heard? Someone from the Divine Might Corps died in the Taihang Mountains!"

"What? Are you sure?" someone asked.

"You still don't know?" the disciples who had entered said. "Several Divine Might Corps disciples failed to return all night yesterday. Their corpses were found in the Taihang Mountains today, chewed beyond recognition. If not for their identity plaques, no one would have known who they were."

"Killed by demonic beasts!" one of the disciples gathered around said. "If they ran into powerful demonic beasts, then they were simply unlucky."

No one was more excited by such an incident than the ordinary outer sect disciples. They were not members of the Divine Might Corps and were usually bullied by them, so naturally they hoped something would happen to the Divine Might Corps—for example, someone provoking them, or the Battle Group clashing with them. But it seemed they had gotten excited for nothing again.

"Do you know who died?" that disciple said mysteriously.

Everyone cast curious looks at him, their faces full of anticipation.

Lin Xuan stood in the distance without saying a word. He knew who had died, but he also wanted to hear how the Divine Might Corps would respond to this matter.

The disciple continued, "Among the dead was one named Zhang Bin. You may not have heard his name, but you have definitely heard his older brother's."

"His older brother is Zhang Qian!"

"What, Zhang Qian! You're saying Zhang Qian's younger brother died?" everyone exclaimed.

"Who is this Zhang Qian?" Lin Xuan saw that even Chen Dazheng wore a look of astonishment and unconsciously pressed his lips together.

"You joined the sect late, so it's normal that you don't know." Chen Dazheng sighed. "Zhang Qian is an inner sect disciple and one of the core figures of the Divine Might Corps. His cultivation has reached the eighth stage of the Meridian Condensation Realm, and he is a renowned figure ranked among the top thirty of the inner sect. Nearly every Profound Heaven Sect disciple has heard his name."

"Who would have thought that while he was out on a mission, his younger brother would die in the Taihang Mountains? When he returns, he'll probably fly into a rage."

Lin Xuan nodded expressionlessly, but his heart sank. He had not expected Zhang Bin's older brother to be so formidable. Still, he did not regret it. Even if he had known Zhang Bin's identity, he would have killed him all the same.

At that moment, the disciple said again, "Quite a few inner sect disciples from the Divine Might Corps have gone to the Taihang Mountains. They found many sword wounds on Zhang Bin's body. There was even an obvious wound on his neck where a longsword had pierced straight through."

"You mean he was killed first, then torn apart by vicious beasts?" Everyone felt dazed. Someone actually dared to kill Zhang Qian's younger brother—this was simply courting death!

"The Divine Might Corps is now seething with rage from top to bottom and discussing how to deal with it. They'll probably mobilize all their forces to find the murderer."

Lin Xuan sighed inwardly. He had not expected them to see through it after all. He greeted Chen Dazheng and left. His situation was now extremely dangerous, and the only thing he could do was raise his strength as much as possible.

On his way back, Lin Xuan found that every disciple was discussing this matter. He unconsciously clenched his fists and quickened his pace.

Only after returning to his room did Lin Xuan let down his guard. He slowly exhaled.

After calming himself, he opened the Thunder Movement Swordsmanship he had just exchanged for and carefully read it word by word. If he could master this Thunder Movement Swordsmanship, his strength would rise by a great margin.

The core essence of Thunder Movement Swordsmanship was one word: fast!

What was the fastest thing between heaven and earth? Lightning! What was the most violent? Thunder!

Thunder Movement Swordsmanship possessed both the swiftest speed and violent power. When one sword struck, wind and thunder stirred!

Lin Xuan could not help nodding when he saw this. Indeed, the power of lightning was one of the most violent forces in heaven and earth. If such power was incorporated into swordsmanship, its might would be unimaginable.

Lin Xuan already had a preliminary understanding of swift swords. His move, Heavenly Meteor, was extremely fast, but unfortunately it consumed too much spiritual energy.

I wonder just how fast this Thunder Movement Swordsmanship can be? Lin Xuan felt anticipation rise in his heart.

He continued reading. What followed were the moves of the first three layers, along with a passage of sword art cultivation formula. This sword art cultivation formula was the core of a sword technique; only with it could the swordsmanship's power truly be brought forth.

The more Lin Xuan read, the more engrossed he became. The contents of Thunder Movement Swordsmanship greatly broadened his horizons. Now he understood why so many people had failed to master it. The mere word "fast" was not something one could achieve in a short time.

Like Lin Xuan's Heavenly Meteor, it had taken three years of practice to reach its current effect.

Moreover, Thunder Movement Swordsmanship required not only speed, but also control over that violent power.

"Finished reading?" Wine Lord's voice sounded. "Want me to give you some pointers?"

Lin Xuan was still unaccustomed to the elusive voice of this drunkard uncle, but the moment he heard the words "give you some pointers," his face immediately broke into a broad smile.

Since this mysterious fellow dared call himself peerless in the sword, his attainments in the sword path must be extraordinary. With his guidance, my cultivation speed will surely increase greatly, Lin Xuan thought.

"Drunkard Uncle, I desperately need your guidance!" Lin Xuan said with a grin.

"Going by your temperament, shouldn't you first doubt me, then refuse?" Wine Lord said in a strange, mocking tone.

"Hehe, anyone who refuses a free advantage is a bastard!"

Wine Lord burst into laughter. "You brat, you suit my taste perfectly!"

But he quickly came to his senses and said unhappily, "What did you just say? Who are you calling a drunkard?"

Lin Xuan froze. This guy's slow to react, he thought, but aloud he praised, "You must have misheard. I said you are a sage among wine, a sword immortal among men. You are the Drunken Sword Immortal!"

"Mhm! Now that's something I like to hear." Wine Lord felt utterly delighted. He howled, "Little Xuan, I'm almost out of wine. Go get me some good wine."

Lin Xuan: "..."

"I want fine wine brewed from thousand-year spirit fruit, and it must be steeped with ten-thousand-year immortal vine." Wine Lord began making demands.

"Have you not woken up yet?" Lin Xuan clutched his head in pain. "I'm so poor I don't even have a single Spirit Stone. Where am I supposed to get thousand-year spirit fruit?"

Wine Lord's lazy voice drifted out. "Then I can't teach you. Figure it out yourself. Wish you success!"

Lin Xuan: "..."

After a long while, Lin Xuan suddenly erupted. "Damn it, I called you the Drunken Sword Immortal and you really think you're an immortal! Believe it or not, I'll kick you out right now!"

The room fell silent. Wine Lord gave no response whatsoever.

"You win. I'll go find you spirit fruit!" Lin Xuan gritted his teeth.