Chapter Fourteen: Transmission of Skills and Bestowal of Teachings [Recommended for Preservation]

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After finishing his words, the Ink Spirit Palace master took a deep breath, his gaze growing solemn.

“Pay attention, listen closely and watch carefully!”

“The Blood Spirit Sword Technique relies on the spirit as its foundation and is guided by divine intent. Before the sword is drawn, the spirit has already arrived. The sword gestures are formed by hollow motions to draw out openings; when the gestures are solidified, the sword strikes. Wherever the sword tip moves, the spirit follows. When the enemy’s blood splatters, I have already returned—there is no worry of backlash…”

He slowly recited the technique aloud, channeling his body’s spiritual energy to manifest the flow of internal energy. His footwork and body movements unfolded in tandem with the sword technique, his left hand continuously shaping different sword seals.

The Blood Spirit Seven Swords were performed move by move, slowly but deliberately.

Ink Spirit Palace’s speed was quite slow, much slower than when Sun Yuan usually taught.

Yet this Blood Spirit Seven Swords, though called “seven swords,” involved transformations in footwork, body movements, and sword seals, combined with the flow of internal energy and the coordination of essence, energy, and spirit… it was truly boundless.

Vast beyond measure.

Mulinyuan and three others watched simultaneously, but by the second move, their heads began to spin and felt dizzy.

They all ceased their efforts, sighing inwardly.

Such profound complexity—how could anyone master it in one go?

This young man was probably just fooling himself with empty hopes.

Ink Spirit Palace, while wielding the sword, felt a touch of helplessness. The sudden whim to do this today was indeed somewhat fanciful and absurd.

He himself had spent a full three months to barely reach the entry level.

Giving this young man only one chance to watch—no matter how exhausted he was, he wouldn’t be able to remember it all. Doing this solely to impress the Heavenly Centipede God was somewhat rash…

The swordlight of the longsword retracted.

The sword intent returned to the dantian. Ink Spirit Palace was silent for a moment before saying, “How much have you remembered?”

His voice carried no trace of expectation.

No one answered.

Turning his head, he saw Fang Che standing motionless, his expression serious, eyes fixed ahead but hollow, as if deeply lost in thought and memory.

After half an hour,

Fang Che blinked, clearing his vision, and said, “Please instruct me, Master.”

He then floated forward three feet, drawing his sword from its sheath.

“Ah?!”

Ink Spirit Palace and the three attendants all widened their eyes, unable to suppress their astonishment.

Because Fang Che’s initial stance, his floating step forward, and that ethereal aura were exactly the same as Ink Spirit Palace’s moments ago!

If not for the difference in clothing and face, just from the back, one would have thought it was Ink Spirit Palace himself stepping out again.

“This young man… interesting.”

Ink Spirit Palace immediately grew a few degrees more expectant, his gaze burning bright.

Fang Che stood firm, his longsword flashing cold light as he swung his arm, stepping forward in a precise stride.

His heel slightly lifted, the arch of his foot suspended, toes barely touching the ground. Judging by the curve at the front of his shoe, only the big toe and second toe lightly touched the earth, the tip of the foot twisted slightly.

His left hand held the sword seal tightly, as if locking onto the enemy’s weak point ahead. A surge of spiritual energy rose from the dantian into his right arm, marking the initiation of the first form of the Blood Spirit Seven Swords.

A flash of cold light, the sword thrust forward.

His body leaned slightly forward in the same arc as Ink Spirit Palace’s earlier demonstration.

Even the composed demeanor was nearly identical.

Slowly he recited, “The Blood Spirit Sword Technique relies on the spirit as its foundation and is guided by divine intent. Before the sword is drawn, the spirit has already arrived. The sword gestures are formed by hollow motions to draw out openings; when the gestures are solidified, the sword strikes. Wherever the sword tip moves, the spirit follows. When the enemy’s blood splatters, I have already returned—there is no worry of backlash…”

Every word Ink Spirit Palace had uttered before, Fang Che repeated perfectly.

The body movement was exactly the same.

The steps were identical.

The sword seals matched perfectly.

The incantation was flawless.

One move ended, then the second, the third, the fourth…

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Beside him, Ink Spirit Palace’s eyes grew wider and wider.

Nearby, Mulinyuan, Hou Fang, and Qian Sanjiang were all dumbfounded, their mouths agape wide enough to swallow goose eggs.

Sun Yuan was equally stunned, his face completely blank.

Only now did he realize that when he taught, this young man hadn’t really paid much attention.

To master the Blood Spirit Seven Swords after just one viewing—what he taught seemed trivial in comparison. Who needed a whole hour?

Ink Spirit Palace was so shocked he couldn’t even think straight.

With his keen eyes, he could instantly tell Fang Che had never actually studied the Blood Spirit Seven Swords before.

Because the awkwardness in each move was obvious—typical of a beginner.

Only the form was there, with no true spirit or charm, and lacking any real killing power.

He was merely copying the motions superficially.

So the fleeting suspicion that “this kid had learned it before” vanished immediately.

Such mastery was unique in the world—unless he had taught him and forgotten it himself.

But even that was far too fast!

Only one viewing!

Memorized completely?

At this moment, the master who had wholeheartedly taught even heard his own heartbeat accelerating fiercely.

A genius!

When he reached the seventh move, the final sword of the Blood Spirit Seven Swords, the speed slowed, and several motions were imperfect.

Yet it was still memorized flawlessly.

When the sword forms finished, silence reigned.

Fang Che withdrew his sword and stood still, pondering the flaws in his first run.

Then softly said, “At the fifth sword, when turning to strike, the footwork was incorrect, the posture slightly off, and the sword seal lagged by half a beat… At the seventh sword, it was basically chaos, with at least… six… eight… nine errors, yes, nine. Also, in the incantation, the phrase ‘sword pierces enemy blood, transforming into the pure spirit of solemn killing’—I’m uncertain whether it’s ‘solemn killing’ or ‘solemn slaying.’ From the imagery, it should be the ‘slaying’ character, right? That would relate to the cultivation of momentum?”

Ink Spirit Palace took a deep breath, his pale face slightly flushed.

He began to explain aloud, “When turning and striking on the fifth sword, your body should follow the step’s turn. Though your left hand held the seal, it was not aimed at the enemy the sword tip pointed to, but rather prepared for another possible enemy. You did not grasp this, treating it as if facing a single opponent, so the posture was offset. That is not your fault. But the errors on the seventh sword are genuine mistakes, they lie in…”

He then explained in detail.

His voice was heavy, as if imparting all his secrets without reservation.

Fang Che practiced again and suddenly understood, “I see now, thank you, Master.”

Ink Spirit Palace smiled and nodded.

He glanced at Sun Yuan with a complex expression, softly sighing, “A genius, truly a genius in martial cultivation!”

Meanwhile, Fang Che continued practicing for the third time. Everyone noticed that he had memorized it all.

Though still somewhat unpolished, from then on it was merely a matter of gaining proficiency.

For such a genius, proficiency was hardly a problem.

Mulinyuan, Hou Fang, and Qian Sanjiang were utterly overwhelmed, still unable to recover.

In this world, could there really be such a genius?

Compared to Fang Che, the so-called “geniuses” they had encountered in their lives were all trash, not even worth mentioning.

There was simply no comparison.

The three turned to look at Sun Yuan, their eyes filled with raw jealousy and a barely concealed urge to teach him a lesson.

Sun Yuan’s face bloomed with a forced smile, but sensing their gaze, he quickly withdrew it, showing a few signs of ingratiation.

His plea was clear as day.

“Don’t hit me, my disciple is right here, show some respect.”

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“Now it’s your turn. I’ll rest for a moment and think about something,” Ink Spirit Palace sighed and stepped back several paces, sitting down in a chair, lost in thought.

For Ink Spirit Palace, this visit was purely coincidental. A mere disciple’s initiation into the sect, even employing Sun Yuan was overkill.

It was just that something brought him here, and his slight curiosity about the “supreme genius” Sun Yuan had boasted about prompted him to take a look.

He never expected to encounter a disciple who even the Heavenly Centipede God showed a trace of approval toward.

It was precisely that faint approval from the Heavenly Centipede God that gave Ink Spirit Palace a new idea.

On a whim, he taught Fang Che the entire Blood Spirit Seven Swords.

Originally, he thought that if Fang Che learned even one move, he could be considered a supreme genius!

But he never imagined meeting a true genius capable of shaking the ancient and modern worlds!

At this moment, his heart was filled with conflicting thoughts.

Still stunned and shaken, his mind swirled with countless emotions, unable to calm.

Fang Che was delighted; the Blood Spirit Seven Swords were tremendously lethal, with strange and ingenious sword forms far superior to those he used in his previous life.

It was truly a powerful weapon.

The only pity was that it was Ink Spirit Palace’s signature technique, so he could not expose it carelessly.

…

Over there, Mulinyuan stepped forward with a kind smile and some impatience.

“It’s my turn.”

Sun Yuan cleared his throat, “Disciple, learn well. The Senior Attendant’s skills are peerless…”

Mulinyuan snorted, “No need to remind me; I’m not competing with you.”

“The Senior Attendant is too generous…” Sun Yuan forced a smile, feeling awkward.

“Hmph!”

Mulinyuan inexplicably found Sun Yuan increasingly disagreeable, malice growing within him.

Seeing that man’s face, he felt an almost uncontrollable urge to beat him into a lifetime of disability.

He took a deep breath to calm himself.

Turning to Fang Che, his gaze was now kind and affectionate.

“Fang Che, since your talent is so great, I cannot keep this treasure to myself. Well… as travelers of the martial world, we lick blood from the blade our entire lives, facing life and death. First, we need cultivation; second, footwork; third, mental methods; and also, we need tranquility!”

“All I have learned in life, other things can wait. Now, I will teach you a mental cultivation method that can keep your heart pure and clear in any crisis. This method is my unique secret technique, the Ice-Clear Spirit Platform!”

He then began to teach Fang Che through spiritual transmission.

Unlike Ink Spirit Palace, who was so generous that everyone could watch, Mulinyuan was more secretive.

After all, Ink Spirit Palace’s sword technique was so complex there was no worry about it being copied.

But Mulinyuan’s Ice-Clear Spirit Platform could be memorized after just one hearing, which would be a great loss.

Nearby, Hou Fang, Qian Sanjiang, and Sun Yuan pondered deeply.

What exactly did Mulinyuan mean by “all I have learned in life, other things can wait”?

Especially Sun Yuan, who felt a strong sense of crisis.

Looking at Mulinyuan, he felt the old man was coveting his disciple!

Damn old fool! Truly unfilial!

That look Mulinyuan gave him before was definitely ill-intentioned.

Just a few days ago, he mocked me for boasting… and now this? How shameless!

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