Chapter 1769: Thoughts of Revenge (1/2)

Chapter 1769: Thoughts of Revenge

Yun Qing Yan’s parents were sword cultivators. After they become really strong, they had decided that they wanted to stay at university. They became staff members and had a daughter, Yun Qing Yan.

In their sword pavilion, they had many sword skills and techniques, it was incredible. They were obviously very wealthy. Lin Feng saw books everywhere, as well as talismans for everyone, and all sorts of books. Lin Feng could sense that those items were all extraordinary.

“Lin Feng, these are the skills my wife and I studied. You can have a look. You guys can have a look too. Even though you’re not sword cultivators, it could be interesting anyway,” said Mr. Yun, smiling at the small crowd. He was being very generous to them.

“Thank you very much, Master,” said Lin Feng. He was touched. It was the first time they met and they were so nice. It was rare to encounter.

“Don’t be so polite. My daughter is a bad cultivator, but since she brought good cultivators, we can’t blame her and we’re happy to help, especially young people,” said Mr. Yun smiling.

“You can have a look, my wife and I don’t want to disturb you,” said Mr. Yun, before turning to Yun Qing Yan.” Come with me.”

Yun Qing Yan shivered and made a face before following after her father.

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Lin Feng walked around and looked at the books. There were many things: water, gold, heaven and earth, death, and wood sword techniques, all using different sorts of cosmic energies. In order to carry out the best attacks, one type of cosmic energy wasn’t enough. The cultivator had to control several sorts of cosmic energies and be a sword cultivator, like Lin Feng.

“Sword rule, Setting Sun Meteorite.” Lin Feng looked at a book, the skill within required four types of cosmic energies and was very powerful. It had several steps, the first step consisted of using earth cosmic energy, which descended from the sky to oppress the foe; the second phase was about using fire cosmic energy to create a sun sword to blind and burn people; the third step was about using wind to make the sun plunge the sword from the sky as quickly as possible; and the fourth phase was about making it fall from the sky like a deadly meteorite filled with death.

The attack seemed perfect and the phases were perfectly logical if combined. If all the phases were carried out properly, then the attack was deadly and could frighten anyone.

The form of the attack had to be appropriate. Without the proper form and thus the proper will, the sword phases could fail. Form was essential for the attack to succeed, and the cosmic energies had to be used properly, too.

What a powerful attack. However, the requirements are strict. Ordinary people can’t carry out such a terrifying attack, thought Lin Feng. That sword rule was very difficult to study. First, the cultivator had to understand sword meaning, which was the higher version of will. He also had to understand the form which was related to sword meaning. Then, he had to understand four sorts of cosmic energies, which was extremely difficult. However, Lin Feng still remembered all that.

If an attack was easy to learn, could it be efficient?

Lin Feng continued walking around and looking at other attacks. Lin Feng was in a trance in that place, as if the outside world had nothing to do with him anymore. He loved getting lost in the corridors surrounded by books. Qing Feng and the others left, Lin Feng didn’t even know when.

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A few days later, Lin Feng was lying on the floor. He was dreaming, and studying in the dream.

He was in Yangzhou City, in the Yun Hai Sect, at the top of a mountain. He looked like he was dancing, his hand kept moving, one sword attack after another. Around him, leaves kept being sliced apart.

“The form and the content, form and meaning, then strength, that’s how I can carry out powerful attacks,” muttering Lin Feng. He was moving almost automatically.

“The form determines the movement, the will determines the accuracy, the form determines the attack, the will allows me to move automatically,” breathed Lin Feng. He started moving slower, automatically. Finally, Lin Feng moved naturally in a free and unrestrained way. He started moving more gracefully, naturally, and started cutting the air.

“Intent, the form contains intent. That’s how the attack works.” Lin Feng moved his hands back, and everything disappeared.

Lin Feng looked at his hands, there was no strength, no cosmic energy, but meaning was there…

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In the sword library, Yun Qing Yan saw Lin Feng was lying down. She was surprised, Lin Feng was sleeping?