Fang Yue formed a sword seal with her fingers, and sword light streaked like a rainbow, crossing over a dozen zhang in an instant to slash at the five roadside rogue cultivators.
This flying sword technique was a new Sword-Controlling Art she had developed from the Li Gate Sword Art she had learned as a child from Li Yan, the "Red Dust Sword Hero," combined with her own insights and the refinement of master craftsmen.
She also possessed a rich heritage of family learning, with all manner of divine techniques, secret arts, and esoteric arts of formations and evasion that Fang Qianyuan had deliberately gathered from far and wide. She could draw on the strengths of many schools, study and extrapolate on her own, and painstakingly perfect her skills.
The foundation of this path was to refine her own essence, vital energy, spirit, and intent into a sword soul, then use that sword soul to establish spirit communion and nurture a sword spirit.
Had a senior expert versed in history learned the truth behind it, they would have been deeply shocked. Though this still appeared to be a method of nurturing a sword spirit, it greatly reduced a spirit tamer's dependence on spirit creatures, following instead an ancient-style Dharma Dao path.
Orthodox sword cultivation, and even the path of sword immortals, all worked in this fashion.
Of course, these roadside rogue cultivators were merely ordinary strongmen of the grassroots martial world. Though they had a few tricks up their sleeves, they were no match for her at all. Soon, she had beaten them until they scattered like fallen blossoms on flowing water, wailing like ghosts and howling like wolves as they fell to their knees and begged for mercy.
Fang Yue controlled her blows carefully, partly because her strength surpassed