Chapter 110 - 18: Cyan Dragon Taoist, Giant Sword!

Chapter 110: Chapter 18: Cyan Dragon Taoist, Giant Sword!

The next day.

Late at night, Feng Yin contacted Xie Jingyuan on his phone.

"Feng Yin, you did a good job this time..."

Xie Jingyuan’s somewhat helpless voice came from the phone.

Feng Yin nodded subconsciously, then directly asked, "Junior Martial Uncle Bai said she wanted to teach me the Cyan Dragon Halberd Technique before you could, Master. I have already agreed."

Xie Jingyuan’s voice was slightly awkward. "Uh... Feng Yin, your Junior Martial Uncle Bai has exquisite Martial Arts and has browsed through all the Martial Arts in the sect. She is indeed qualified enough to teach you.

"There is no harm in learning from her. I will test your learning progress when I return."

"Alright," Feng Yin replied.

He then asked, "Master, what is the relationship between you and Junior Martial Uncle Bai?"

Xie Jingyuan stammered, "Back then, we both had some feelings for each other. Later, I traveled far to Coastal City and founded the Gangrou Sect to find the Cyan Dragon Taoist for the Cyan Dragon Style, and then..."

He did not finish his sentence.

Feng Yin could more or less guess the rest. It was likely a melodramatic cliché where his Master had failed to find the so-called "Cyan Dragon Taoist" all along, and was too embarrassed to return due to his pride.

It seemed that his Master truly was a Face-saving Immortal; he cared way too much about his pride. He had even delayed Junior Martial Uncle Bai’s youth and happiness.

Out of curiosity, Feng Yin asked, "So, Master, what exactly is this Cyan Dragon Taoist?"

Xie Jingyuan chuckled softly. "If there are no major issues, it should be you."

"This..." Feng Yin paused.

Xie Jingyuan laughed again, "My Master, who is your Grandmaster, is the current founder of the Cyan Dragon Style. I am his true disciple, which makes me the previous generation’s Cyan Dragon Taoist.

"Your innate talent is peerless, even surpassing mine back in the day. If we go back and confirm that you are not a Mad Seed monster, we can hold the ceremony for you to inherit the title of the Taoist and become the next-next generation’s founder of the Cyan Dragon Style."

So that was how it was. Feng Yin expressed his understanding.

***

After the brief call with his Master, Feng Yin did another round of exercise before bed. Then, he went to sleep early.

If nothing unexpected happened tonight, it was time to enter the seventh level again. Five days had passed since his last "entry."

During this period, he had experienced the Werewolf attack, which forced him to relocate his residence. Yesterday, he had even encountered Bai Canglan bringing her beloved disciple to challenge the Sword Hall. Fortunately, the matter was resolved without any real danger. Moreover, Bai Canglan was essentially one of their own, and she had even promised Feng Yin some benefits in the end.

Based on the current situation, this white-haired beauty might even become his Master in the future...

According to Bai Canglan’s brief introduction, the Cyan Dragon Style’s Halberd Technique was a Long Handle combat method that shared the same foundation as the Cyan Dragon Secret Sword. Its Breathing Technique and other methods for tempering physical Strength were basically identical.

What differed were the basic offensive and defensive skills, as well as the adjusted variants corresponding to the first three Fixed Forms of the Cyan Dragon Secret Sword: "Shocking Horn," "Jue Xiao," and "Dragon Roar."

Of course, since Bai Canglan had come directly to challenge the Gangrou Sword Hall upon arriving in Coastal City, her accommodation had not yet been arranged. She currently had no time to pass on her Martial Arts to him.

Feng Yin was not in a hurry, either. Even if he learned it right now, it would be impossible for his combat effectiveness with the Dragon Slayer Spear to surpass that of the Canfeng Sword in the short term. There was plenty of time ahead.

Amidst his thoughts, Feng Yin fell asleep, and soon entered a deep slumber.

However, this time, the mark on his right hand did not light up as he entered deep sleep. Instead, it only began to shine after the time reached midnight.

Falling, sinking—

***

Feng Yin woke up in the familiar carriage. Behind him, the White Crow’s voice sounded.

"The source of the filth in the Monastery has been completely cleared. Two of the three suspicious locations have been dealt with; only the last one remains."

Feng Yin stepped in front of the White Crow.

The White Crow flapped its wings. "It’s time to set off."

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[Do you want to head to the next location? Yes / No]

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[Yes]

[Heading to the destination: Bloody Camp]

***

In an instant, the fog dispersed. Feng Yin’s vision cleared, and he found himself in a clearing surrounded by a dense forest. In front of him was a burning campfire. Behind him was the endless black fog and the two carriages.

The White Crow flew out from within and landed on his shoulder. It began to recite narration-like words.

"Having completed the cleansing of the Monastery, the Armor’s footsteps never stop. It immediately set off for the next destination.

"That is a dense forest enveloped in filth. According to local legends, terrifying anomalies lurk in the depths of the forest, and any mortal who enters will die.

"A special squad, under the orders of the White Church, needed to escort an important person through the dense forest to save time.

"Unsurprisingly, the squad encountered an accident..."

For the last sentence, the White Crow’s tone was exceptionally gloating.

Subsequently, information appeared before Feng Yin’s eyes.

[Arrived at the destination. Mission starts.]

[Objective: Eliminate the "Filthy Great Swordsman" and pull out the "Life Wedge."]

Hmm... It was still no different from the game levels in his memory.

Feng Yin shifted his gaze and looked toward the other side of the dense forest. In this direction, there was a small path that seemed to have been artificially carved out. The White Crow then took off from his shoulder and flew inward along the path.

Obviously, he was supposed to go this way. Feng Yin drew the Canfeng Sword, rested it on his shoulder, and quickly followed the White Crow’s pace.

Two minutes later, he paused slightly in his tracks and stopped. A figure had appeared in the middle of the path.

The figure was clad in the white Knight’s Heavy Armor, holding a Square Shield in its left hand and a Cross Longsword in its right. A bucket-like Helmet covered its face, and a sinister, eerie glow seeped from the eye slits.

Feng Yin peered ahead and, after confirming there was no second monster nearby, dashed forward as swiftly as the wind.

At the same time, the knight had already discovered Feng Yin’s presence. Like a starving ghost seeing a delicacy, it quickly raised its shield and sword, charging toward Feng Yin as well.

"Just an appetizer."

Feng Yin’s mind was calm. Thanks to his recent Martial Arts training and the perilous but safe experiences of clearing the previous levels, he was confident. He confirmed that, under his Spirit Binder control, the combat effectiveness this set of Armor could unleash far exceeded its equivalent strength in the game.

In the next second, Feng Yin clashed with the knight.

The knight immediately rammed its shield toward him. However, Feng Yin had already used the Stealing Step to dodge to the other side, instantly following up with a fierce, swift Fury Slash.

With one slash, the knight was sent flying. Feng Yin seamlessly chained it into a frantic, rapid assault, his sword’s blade piercing right through the target’s thick, bucket-shaped Helmet.

He achieved an instant kill in a single encounter.

[Banished the filthy White Order Knight. Gained 6 units of Spirituality.]

Watching the enemy crumble into ashes and dissipate without dropping anything, Feng Yin simply turned around and continued moving forward. He soon completed four more kills in succession along his path.

Counting the first mob, he had harvested a total of thirty points of Spirituality and one Micro-Durability Crystal.

He had accumulated three ’Blood Medicines.’ The next Durability Crystal he obtained would directly replenish his Blood Volume and could no longer be kept as a spare.

He pressed onward and soon arrived at a camp surrounded by the dense forest.

Extinguished campfires, earth dyed dark red with blood, tattered tents, and empty, horseless prison carts littered the area.

In the center of the clearing stood a giant tree. Beneath it was a burly knight wearing armor in the same style as the White Order Knight Feng Yin had just killed, but clearly much more luxurious.

He sat on the ground with his back leaning against the tree and his head bowed, as if he had fallen into a deep slumber. Stabbed into the ground in front of him was a plain, enormous, and heavy Giant Sword that looked exactly like a tombstone.

This was the final enemy of this trip.

The filthy White Sect Great Swordsman.

Feng Yin gripped the Canfeng Sword tightly with both hands and sprinted straight toward the Great Swordsman.

The Great Swordsman was immediately alerted. Before even standing up, his hands had already grasped the tombstone-like Giant Sword. In the next moment, he pulled it out of the dirt, instantly blocking Feng Yin’s Thrust with the door-like wide blade.

Feng Yin turned his blade, intending to use speed to overcome slowness, and instantly executed a horizontal slash.

However, the Great Swordsman calmly shifted his blade to block Feng Yin’s sweeping attack, his posture remaining perfectly steadfast. In the next split second, he raised his foot and stomped the ground with a loud bang. Invisible Secret Energy spread outward as a shockwave, abruptly interrupting Feng Yin’s fierce assault on the spot.

Amidst the tremor, the Great Swordsman twisted his waist and raised his arm, swinging that terrifying Giant Sword out!

Entwined with a howling storm, the Giant Sword slashed toward his waist with unstoppable Momentum. If a flesh-and-blood body were struck by such a Heavy Artifact, even if it lacked a sharp edge, it would likely be instantly shattered and crushed!

Yet, Feng Yin incomparably calmly swung his Canfeng Sword directly at it!

The blades clashed.

CLANG!

Amidst the loud crash, the terrifying Heavy Sword was steadily Skewed aside by him.

Owl Dance Skew!

Sorry, but the Owl Hunting Form specifically counters Physical enemies with slow Attack Speed!