Because I Am a Once-in-a-Generation Sword Dao Prodigy!

As Lunar Essence continued to flow into him, Duan Yun discovered that the Jade Sword True Qi had changed.

If the Jade Sword True Qi he had first sensed had been "like liquid pulp," then at this moment, it had become even more tangible.

Within his consciousness, Duan Yun could even perceive that it was white, like jade nectar beneath the moonlight.

Duan Yun opened his eyes, picked up the kitchen knife beside him, and slashed sideways!

With a swish, silver-white Sword Qi spread out like moonlight on water and flew forward.

Then came a crisp crack, startling Duan Yun.

A clear gash appeared in the mud wall, with dust and smoke billowing from it.

Its power had increased by who knew how much compared to before.

It worked!

After fusing with Lunar Essence, the previous problem of his Sword Qi lacking power had been resolved as easily as splitting bamboo.

As expected, I'm a once-in-a-generation Sword Dao prodigy!

As long as I use my brain, there's no problem that can stump me!

Duan Yun swung four more times in succession and found that the Water-Moon Slash truly had become much more powerful.

Looking at the sword marks on the wall, he could barely suppress his excitement.

He had practiced the sword for ten days, and his Sword Qi could already break through walls. That was not too shabby a result, right?

Since this Sword Qi could slash through a wall, what would happen if it struck a person?

Duan Yun wanted to continue, but suddenly discovered that his breathing had grown rapid and both arms were trembling slightly.

After repeatedly using Water-Moon Slash just now, his body was already showing signs of exhaustion. Moreover, that dazed sensation of countless faces overlapping as they practiced had faintly returned to his mind.

Sure enough, what limited him was this mortal body.

Duan Yun chose to rest.

Today's gains had already been far too abundant.

In just a few days, he had solved the most fatal problem: his Sword Qi having no power.

The Black Bear Gang was formidable because they could train their hands into bear paws. Though his Sword Qi had only just taken shape, its future was still worth looking forward to.

The heart he had kept hanging in suspense finally settled. Duan Yun felt deep exhaustion, yet also immense joy.

It felt like cramming himself to death before the college entrance exams in his previous life, then finally getting into the university he wanted, with the dust settling at last.

His sword practice had not been in vain after all.

Clutching the secret manual to his chest, Duan Yun fell asleep, contented.

In the middle of the night, he suddenly woke with a start because he heard someone laughing.

Someone had entered the room.

A person who looked quite tall.

Duan Yun's scalp prickled. He quickly sat up and asked vigilantly, "Who are you?"

A point of firelight appeared. The visitor lit the oil lamp on the table, revealing his face.

Duan Yun immediately tensed. "It's you!"

The visitor was unexpectedly the Black Bear Gang elite who had kicked him a few days ago!

The man smiled, exposing snow-white teeth and vivid red gums. "It's me."

"What do you want?" A bad premonition rose in Duan Yun's heart.

"Of course I came to kill you," the man said solemnly.

"Why?" Duan Yun asked, confused.

As he spoke, he was already quietly feeling beneath his pillow for the kitchen knife.

"Because you're fucking bad luck!"

The man suddenly charged over in a rage and smashed down with his palm!

Caught off guard, Duan Yun could only raise an arm to block it head-on.

But the visitor's palm was thick and heavy. Even if it was not a bear paw, it still counted as a tiger's claw. How could Duan Yun possibly fend it off so easily?

With a bang, the wooden bed shattered. Duan Yun and the bed crashed heavily to the ground together.

Stars burst before his eyes. His throat tasted overwhelmingly of blood, and pain stabbed through his arm. He did not even notice blood flowing from his nose.

Lying there, Duan Yun asked painfully, "Why?"

"Why? I already fucking told you—it's because you're bad luck!"

"A doctor who only treats women, can he be a proper doctor? Can he not bring bad luck?"

Yes, if Duan Yun had been any other doctor in the city, the man might not have been this furious.

But what kind of damn gynecologist was that? What the hell was that supposed to count as!

"The boss fucking makes me reflect every day! Reflect on why we didn't seize even a single piece of Divine Iron that day, reflect on why we couldn't beat those Ironblood Sect lunatics! Fuck, I'm about to reflect myself insane!"

"We practice the Black Bear Palm. Where the hell would we get brains to reflect with!"

"And tonight, my reflection suddenly bore fruit."

"It was all because I kicked you, you unlucky bastard, that day and touched bad luck! Without you, how could those Ironblood Sect lunatics have happened to come here and go mad? Would I need to rack my brains reflecting?"

The man's face was full of frenzy, as though he wanted to vent all the frustration of recent days upon Duan Yun.

That was right. He could not deal with those martial lunatics from the Ironblood Sect, but could he not deal with you?

Listening to the man, Duan Yun could not help baring his teeth, revealing gums stained even redder with blood.

This fucker is sick!

He had long heard that many martial artists had something wrong with their heads!

This dogshit bastard had a serious illness!

That day, he had merely been standing there buying vegetables when this bastard had kicked him like a cuju ball. Now that he could not beat someone else, he had come to vent his anger on Duan Yun instead!

He wanted Duan Yun's life!

A person like this might come for your life someday just because he could not take a shit.

"Fuck your mother!"

Duan Yun cursed.

Hearing this tiny ant actually dare to talk back, the man's face twisted hideously. He extended that thick, enormous palm, about to crush Duan Yun's head!

"I'll teach you to talk back!"

The man grinned savagely, as though he could already see the beautiful sight of this young man's skull being crushed, his face full of pain and terror. An even more savage smile surfaced on his face.

But at that instant, a white gleam like Lunar Essence suddenly flared up, nearly filling his entire vision.

"Urgh!"

The man took a step back and stared at Duan Yun with disbelief.

His neck felt a little cold, a piercing cold.

That white gleam just now had cut through the flesh of his neck.

No, not merely that!

A clear line of blood appeared across his neck, and he hurriedly raised a hand to cover it.

But the next instant, another white gleam swept out like a crescent moon.

Three fingers from his left hand, the hand he had used to cover his neck, fell to the ground.

This untrained left hand was indeed not as thick and resilient as his right hand, which had cultivated Dark Force.

The reason the Black Bear Gang man had not immediately used his right hand to cover his neck was because he had still intended to use it to crush the skull of the young man before him.

By the time he realized it and tried to use his right hand, it was already too late.

The third white gleam had already slashed out before he could move. Like a revolving half-moon, it crossed the distance between them and completely severed his carotid artery and windpipe.

Blood gushed from the wound like pulp, impossible to stop.

Some of the blood had even entered his lungs through the windpipe, making it difficult for him to breathe.

Blade Qi? Sword Qi?

The young Black Bear Gang elite stared at the broken knife in Duan Yun's hand, unable to understand.

Why could even trash like this cultivate Blade Qi or Sword Qi?!

He was the youngest, most promising elite in the gang. He had only cultivated a breath of True Qi not long ago, while this cowardly, useless gynecologist before him...

The young man could not understand.

So he died.

With his eyes still open.

Duan Yun stood up, coughing.

He felt as though every bone in his body had fallen apart. His throat felt as if it had been set ablaze, burning with pain, and he could not stop coughing blood.

Meanwhile, the Jade Sword True Qi within him circulated rapidly, bringing a cool sensation.

Without that True Qi helping him withstand the first palm strike, he probably would not even have been able to lift his knife, much less unleash Water-Moon Slash.

The black-clad man lay on the ground with his eyes wide open, looking somewhat horrifying.

So Duan Yun sent another strand of Sword Qi into his eyes, bursting his eyeballs.

Mm, now he was no longer scary.

Afterward, he searched the man's corpse and unexpectedly found a silver ingot weighing around fifteen taels, some loose silver, and an iron plaque engraved with the two characters "Wang Li."

So this bastard was called Wang Li.

On a night when someone had tried to kill him for no reason at all, only this little silver could soothe his wounded heart.

For Duan Yun, who had to make several house calls to earn a few coins of silver, this was a large sum.

But now that he had killed a Black Bear Gang elite, the gang might come knocking very soon.

What should he do?

Run away?

He had done nothing wrong, so why should he be the one running away?!

Duan Yun was deeply indignant!

Since he could kill one, he could kill two!

He decided that even if he had to flee, he would not go far. Once he mastered the Jade Sword True Canon completely, he would surely slaughter the Black Bear Gang from top to bottom, leaving them clean as a whistle!

Only then could he vent this hatred!

By then, he would never have to run again.

He, Duan Yun, practiced the sword so that he could live with dignity.

If he still had to hide and flee like a rat after practicing the sword, would that not mean all his training had been for nothing?!

Duan Yun decided that before the weather turned cold, he would make the Black Bear Gang disappear!

What gave him such confidence?

Because he was a once-in-a-generation Sword Dao prodigy!