The whistling sword wind swirled into a fierce wind, strangling Qing Yu into it.
The figure was strangled into three sections by the sword wind.
The figure turned into nothingness, a residual shadow.
Like a ghost, Qing Yu appeared behind Feng Bu Ping without a sound, and his long sword stabbed into his left chest, piercing through his chest and splitting his heart into two pieces.
Feng Buping, dead.
The corpse slowly turned into a shadow and disappeared in front of Qing Yu’s eyes.
“Congratulations to the host for defeating Feng Bu Ping, and gaining Feng Bu Ping’s inheritance – One-star martial art ‘Huashan Sword Technique’, ‘Huashan Heart Technique’, ‘Life Snatching Chain of Three Immortal Swords’, and ‘Raging Wind Quick Sword’.”
The system prompt sounded and Feng Bu Ping’s martial arts perceptions came into Qing Yu’s mind.
“Hiss ——- “Out of Qing Yu’s expectation, although all the martial arts that Feng Bu Ping knew were only one star, the martial arts perceptions were very large and somewhat endless.
After a long time, Qing Yu came back to his senses and rubbed his hand on his forehead, soothing the swelling pain after suddenly absorbing a large amount of memories.
“This is really, really big money ——”
Feng Bu Ping’s martial arts were all only one star, and even the Raging Wind Sword, which he had created with more than ten years of painstaking effort, was only one star, not yet beyond the Houtian realm.
However, more than ten years of painstaking research and countless sword-swinging perceptions were no lie. These perceptions had greatly enriched Qing Yu’s foundation, giving him a greater sense of the sword.
Withdrawing from the inheritance space, Qing Yu held the Aqua Sword, which had not yet been returned to its sheath, and swung it slightly, cutting the air with a single stroke. The shadow of the sword was silent, and the speed and force were more than a step stronger than before.
The Windy Sword is designed to move the air with the sword and then use the wind to drive the sword, making it faster and faster like a snowball.
The faster the swordplay, the faster the wind, hence the name Windy Sword. However, when the sword is driven by the wind, the sword will eventually be held by the wind, and in the end, the sword user will not be able to roll the wind himself. Of course, bullying those weaker than oneself is a great thrill to crush.
The other point is that this sword technique is concerned with the front but not the back, so the wind cannot cover the whole body, at least not the back, and it was by leaning on it that Qing Yu went around the back and killed Feng Bu Ping with one blow.
After gaining Feng Buping’s insight, Qing Yu’s understanding of the Windy Sword was no less than that of its founder. The sword is no longer driven by the wind, but by the soundlessness of the sword, which is complemented by the acceleration of the Evil-defying Sword Technique.
In addition, the Three Immortal Swords of the Life Snatching Chain is also a considerable gain, and Qing Yu still values this sword technique above the Raging Wind Swift Sword. Overall, Qing Yu felt that Feng Bu Ping’s mission card was worth every penny.
“Let’s put aside the martial arts first. The most important thing at the moment is still to complete the quest.”
Quest – My Voice: In this city, make your voice heard, in any way you can, and become one of the characters who can determine the future direction of Yang City. Time limit: one year. Mission reward: one intermediate draw, one two-star martial arts secret book. Penalty for failure: Complete loss of martial arts skills, start from scratch.
This was the quest that Qing Yu had received when he first set foot in Yang City. Originally, he thought that with a year’s time, he might not be able to take control of Yangcheng and become one of the people who would influence the future of Yangcheng, but he thought that he would be able to do so.
But then Mr Mo came along and stirred the pot.
Yes, in Qing Yu’s mind, Mr. Mo is a Sh*t-stirrer.
He had dug deep into this historic newbie village map of Yangcheng and turned it into a sinkhole all of a sudden.
“It is still imperative that we complete the quest. After the quest is completed, naturally the sky will be high and the birds will fly, who cares what his surname Mo is up to. It must be ill-intentioned towards me anyway.”
Thinking about this, Qing Yu looked down and thought deeply, “Now that the mission has been planned, it’s time to think of a way out. I always feel that Mr. Mo has ulterior motives, and there will be a big change in Yangcheng.”
“Still too weak, the sorrow of the weak.”
Qing Yu took out the pulse-clearing pill given by Mr Mo, took it and began to meditate and cultivate. Since he already knew the pain of powerlessness, Qing Yu redoubled his efforts to break free from this dissatisfying powerlessness.
It must be said that although Mr. Mo was ill-intentioned, the pills he gave were of good potency, and they were responsible for Qing Yu’s rapid progress during this period. Of course, with Qing Yu’s suspicious nature, the pills were naturally checked repeatedly.
After many checks, Qing Yu thought to himself that with his current level of medical skills, there was nothing wrong with these pills. If there was really any poison beyond imagination that had been put into the pills, Qing Yu said that it would not be unfair to lose if such a powerful poison was used against a small shrimp like himself at the Houtian realm.
As for advancing too fast beyond the sixth level of the Houtian realm, since he was sure that Mr. Mo had ulterior motives, Qing Yu didn’t bother with that seemingly nonsensical bet. At that time, he was also stunned by Mr. Mo’s deep heart and all kinds of fierce information, and for a moment, Qing Yu really cla*sified Mr. Mo as the kind of senior person who gives away benefits and girls in novels.
When Qing Yu opened his eyes again, it was already night.
The moonlight shone through the window and shone on the ground, reflecting the ground as white as frost and snow, another beautiful moonlit night.
Qing Yu walked to the window and looked up at the bright moon overhead.
Coincidentally, it had been more than half a month since the last night visit to Shadow City, and tonight the moon was in the middle of the night. Tonight’s moon disk was very complete. As Qing Yu looked at the bright moon, he unknowingly thought of the Mid-Autumn Festival.
“I wonder, is there a Mid-Autumn Festival in this world?”
Then, Qing Yu suddenly lost his smile: “What am I thinking about again? What does it matter to me if there is a Mid-Autumn Festival? I have no family in this world. I don’t even have any friends.”
After collecting his thoughts, Qing Yu once again looked up at the moon disk in the sky.
“The moon is so beautiful ——”
Qing Yu lifted his body and leapt out of the window. Under the moonlight, the flickering figure was like an exiled immortal, and like a changeless ghost.
“You, what on earth are you ——,” Li Chao shivered and said to the impermanent evil ghost that was claiming his life in the moonlight.
Ever since the day before yesterday, Li Dian, the vice master of the Iron Sword a*sociation under the Li family, and two elders, had died in a restaurant late at night, Li Qiusheng, the youngest master of the Li family, had sent people to search Yangcheng day and night. Thanks to the fanfare of the three Li Dians, the other clans had also learned of what had happened to the Li family, and while they were happy about it, they did not want to offend the Li family at such a time.
The city was autonomous by the four families, and although there was a curfew, it was a nullity to the people of the four families.
Li Chao, as a side branch of the Li family, was trusted by Li Qiusheng more than the rest of the Iron Daggers. After all, even the head of the Iron Daggers was now suspected, and Li Qiusheng trusted his own family more.
They searched day and night, and afterwards they had to check for suspicious people at night. Li Chao was drunk with the business of a gangster and the work of a city guard. It was a strange place like Yangcheng, but the city lord didn’t care about it.
Li Chao had to wait for his men to change shifts, so he took them out for a late night snack, but then, just after crossing the street, he ran into a ghost. In a few flashes, his men fell to the ground without a single cry, and now it was Li Chao’s turn.
The desire to live overcame his fear and Li Chao opened his mouth to cry out.
“A silent, quick sword slashed through his throat, blood spilled from the wound, and Li Chao’s ears listened to the sound of the approaching patrol as he watched speechlessly as Sorcerer Wu disappeared into the deep alley next to him.
