Swordsmanship Prodigy, Self-Taught Swordplay

It seemed that left him with only one path: teaching himself.

But Bing Yekong could not possibly start from scratch. He decided to ask Shui Qingrou the next day and see whether he could get hold of a swordsmanship manual.

The next day.

"Swordsmanship?"

Shui Qingrou looked at Bing Yekong, her brows drawing together slightly.

"There are hardly any sword-type Soul Masters in the Shui Family, and those we do have are not very accomplished. We do not have any useful swordsmanship manuals. I'll take you to the Feng Family. I heard Old Feng once had some dealings with people from the Feng Sword Sect. Perhaps he has some swordsmanship manuals."

Bing Yekong nodded, then followed Shui Qingrou to the Feng Family.

"Swordsmanship?"

Feng Tianlin looked at Bing Yekong and fell into thought.

"When I was young, I had a bit of a friendship with Feng Bailong, the current sect master of the Feng Sword Sect. Back then, we were both traveling abroad. After we met, we got along because we were both wind-attribute Soul Masters."

Feng Tianlin spoke as he reminisced.

"As for swordsmanship, I had originally forgotten about it. But now that you mention it, I remember. Wait here a moment."

With that, Feng Tianlin rose and headed deeper into the Feng Family estate.

After roughly a few minutes, Feng Tianlin returned, holding a yellowed booklet in his hand.

"Found it, found it. Feng Bailong gave this to me back then."

He handed the yellowed booklet to Bing Yekong. "Little Yekong, this is all Uncle Feng can do for you. This swordsmanship was Feng Bailong's improvement upon a set of basic sword techniques. He said that if there were any juniors in my family with sword martial souls in the future, they could learn this set of swordsmanship."

Sect-inherited swordsmanship was never passed on to outsiders. The fact that Feng Bailong had been willing to improve a basic swordsmanship set and give it to Feng Tianlin showed that the two had indeed been quite close.

Bing Yekong accepted the booklet in delight and looked gratefully at Feng Tianlin. "Thank you, Uncle Feng!"

Feng Bailong was now the sect master of the Feng Sword Sect, a Soul Douluo-level powerhouse.

Even a basic swordsmanship set he had improved in his youth was far beyond ordinary basic swordsmanship.

Bing Yekong's current swordsmanship was a blank sheet of paper, and that first stroke was exceptionally important.

Although Feng Bailong's swordsmanship could not compare to Chen Xin's, it was still the best Bing Yekong could currently access.

Besides, on the path of the sword, carving out one's own road was what mattered most.

Bing Yekong was confident that he could use the Heavenly Frost Sword in his hand to create an entirely new swordsmanship set of his own.

After returning to the Shui Family, Bing Yekong eagerly opened the yellowed booklet.

There was no title on it. Clearly, Feng Bailong had not intended to name the booklet at the time.

Inside was a set of basic sword techniques, with Feng Bailong's unique insights written beside them.

To have reached the Soul Douluo realm at his current age, Feng Bailong's talent on the path of Soul Masters was clearly impressive.

And from this improved booklet, it was apparent that his talent on the path of the sword was equally outstanding.

Bing Yekong roughly skimmed through the booklet and gained some understanding of this improved basic swordsmanship set.

He went to the backyard and summoned the Heavenly Frost Sword martial soul.

A dark yellow Soul Ring circled beneath his feet.

Holding the Heavenly Frost Sword, Bing Yekong was surrounded by Ultimate Ice soul power, making him seem as cold as a ten-thousand-year iceberg.

Following the basic sword techniques recorded in the booklet, Bing Yekong began his first swordsmanship practice.

His wrist moved, his arm followed, and the longsword in his hand began to swing according to the techniques recorded in the manual.

On his first attempt, his movements were inevitably somewhat awkward.

Yet Bing Yekong seemed born for the sword, quickly picking it up.

After practicing only two or three times, Bing Yekong had mastered this set of basic swordsmanship.

After five repetitions, Bing Yekong could already perform the entire set of basic swordsmanship smoothly.

And with each repeated practice, Bing Yekong felt that he had gained further insights into the set.

He did not know whether it was normal to develop insights so quickly, but it probably was not.

If Feng Bailong had been here and seen Bing Yekong grasp his modified basic swordsmanship in such a short time, even developing new insights, his jaw would have dropped to the floor.

Even a swordsmanship master of Chen Xin's caliber would not have reacted much better upon seeing this scene.

However, Bing Yekong knew none of this, and neither of those two figures would actually come here.

Bing Yekong only followed his instincts, swinging the longsword in his hand again and again.

The Heavenly Frost Sword seemed to possess intelligence in his hands. Its movements were as graceful as a dance, yet they carried a razor-sharp chill.

And so, Bing Yekong practiced swordsmanship in the backyard for an entire day.

His whole body was drenched in sweat, but an incomparably brilliant smile hung on his face.

Now that he had swordsmanship, the Heavenly Frost Sword would not be wasted in his hands, nor would it be as useless as a fire poker.

Moreover, Bing Yekong now felt that his talent on the path of the sword was likely anything but ordinary.

A day of practice had not only allowed him to master this basic swordsmanship set proficiently, but he had even touched upon a few ways to expand it.

More importantly, during his final few practice rounds, Bing Yekong sensed that the wind stirred by his swinging sword had become different.

That wind no longer seemed like wind. Instead, it became streams of airflow that flew along with the sword.

This was clearly a sign that sword qi was about to take form.

To cultivate sword qi in a single day—what kind of talent was that?

Putting away his martial soul, Bing Yekong dragged his exhausted body away, intending to bathe before having dinner.

When he emerged from the bathroom, his blue hair was still wet, water dripping from it.

Just then, the door was pushed open.

"Little Yekong, look what I brought back for you!"

The moment Shui Yue'er pushed open the door, she saw Bing Yekong walking out of the bathroom.

Fortunately, Bing Yekong was clothed at the moment. Otherwise, it would have been awkward.

Shui Yue'er looked at Bing Yekong's face, wet with water and not yet dried, and froze completely.

His originally somewhat cold and handsome features gained a touch of melancholy beneath the adornment of several droplets of water.

In Shui Yue'er's eyes, Bing Yekong was the very image of a brooding male idol.

Bing Yekong picked up a towel and wiped the droplets from his hair, looking at Shui Yue'er in confusion.

"What is it, Sister Yue'er?"

Only after Bing Yekong asked did Shui Yue'er come back to her senses. She raised a hand and wiped the drool from the corner of her mouth.

Then, she handed Bing Yekong the bag she held in her other hand.

"I specially brought you something to eat. You have not had dinner yet, right?"

Bing Yekong nodded and accepted the bag. "I haven't had dinner yet, so this is perfect. Thanks, Sister Yue'er!"

Meeting Bing Yekong's sunny smile, Shui Yue'er felt as though her heart were melting.

As Bing Yekong wolfed down the food, Shui Yue'er simply sat beside him.

Normally lively and energetic, Shui Yue'er was unusually quiet at this moment.