Chapter Eleven: Prism Sword Technique

  "Kill him, I must kill him!" The wolf-like howl echoed continuously within the Chen family's enormous mansion, which spanned a full five miles in circumference.

  Many passersby, after hearing this voice, quickly walked in other directions, afraid to stay here for a moment.

  In the spacious room, Chen Zhenghua lay on the bed, fiercely smashing a teacup onto the face of the maid who was serving him. He scolded loudly: "You lowly creature, you also dare to mock me! Do you believe it or not? I will sell you to the lowest brothel right now!"

  A teenage servant girl, shrinking her body and trembling all over, just like a frightened little beast, letting the wound on her forehead bleed non-stop.

  However, this maid's silence was seen by Chen Zhenghua as a silent resistance to himself. He picked up the iron paperweight on the table, gathered his strength and heavily smashed it onto the weak maid.

  "Go die..."

  Chen Zhenghua's leg was broken, but his cultivation of the fifth layer of Qi was still there. The iron town paper contained his internal energy, and with one throw, it had a force of at least a thousand catties.

  "Bang!"

  The frail maid couldn't dodge in time and was hit on the head by the iron paperweight, falling directly to the ground.

  "Hahaha... You dare to mock me, I am Chen Dàgōngzǐ, how could you, a lowly kind like you, possibly make fun of me!" Chen Zhenghua looked at the maid who had fallen to the ground, his voice filled with a crazy impulse.

  "That's enough!"

  A cold voice came from outside the house. With this voice, Chen Shengnan, the master of the Chen family, stepped in.

  Looking at Chen Shengnan's icy face, Chen Zhenghua shut his mouth.

  Chen Shengnan didn't pay much attention to the maid who had fallen into a pool of blood. He waved his hand behind him, and a guard quickly picked up the maid by the nape of her neck and walked out of the room.

  From the bodyguard's movements, it can be seen that he is already familiar with this task.

  "Bang!"

  A loud slap landed squarely on Chen Zhenghua's face.

  "Father, you......" Chen Zhenghua touched his own face, somewhat surprised and with a hint of anger, looking at Chen Shengnan.

  Chen Sheng gazed coldly at Chen Zhenghua and said harshly, "A little setback has made you like this? With your current state, how can you inherit our Chen family's business? How can we make the Chen family become the number one family in South China?"

  "Dad, I was wrong." Looking at Chen Shengnan's gloomy face, Chen Zhenghua felt his heart trembling.

  What he cared more about was Chen Shengnan's words: How to lead the Chen family to become the first family in Nanzhou.

  This means Chen Shengnan has given up his mind.

  A deposed heir to the family, usually won't die a good death. Chen Zhenghua's mind flashed back to his uncle being locked in an iron cage and roasted alive.

  Chen Sheng nodded and said, "Mmm, knowing the mistake is good. Take this Revival Dan and cultivate well in the next few days. Don't go looking for trouble again."

  Taking over the Rebirth Dan handed over by Chen Shengnan, Chen Zhenghua nodded and said: "Father, rest assured, I will cultivate well."

  "Hmmph!"

  Chen Shengnan walked a few steps in the room full of broken objects, and then said gloomily: "Recently, don't provoke that little brat surnamed Fang."

  Chen Zhenhua wanted to agree, but he was very unwilling. He forced himself to say: "Father, that kid let the Chen family's reputation be trampled on, if it's like this then..."

  "Let it go? How can we let it go! But that kid has a master of the foundation period to speak for him, so we should avoid his edge!" Chen Shengnan said here, gloomily: "Moreover, there are many ways to make someone disappear, and direct killing is the stupidest one."

  "Father, you mean..." Chen Zhenghua's face showed a surge of expectation.

  Looking at his son's face, Chen Shengnan was a little disappointed. He nodded and said: "Not bad, after a while, when most people have forgotten about this matter, let this kid die quietly."

  "What... what if that Lin guy investigates further?" Chen Zhenghua asked with some concern after a moment of excitement.

  Chen Sheng smiled slyly and said, "Cultivation is heartless. To a cultivator, ordinary people are just passersby in their eyes, and after a while, they will be forgotten completely. Moreover, your second uncle is about to advance to the middle stage of foundation building, let alone whether he will pursue this matter or not, even if he does, without evidence, what can he do to us?"

  Chen Shengnan said with a hint of pride and some anticipation: "Moreover, your second sister..."

  Chen Shengnan closed his mouth as soon as he said half of what he wanted to say.

  Chen Zhenhua really wanted to know about his second sister, but seeing his father's face getting colder and colder, he quickly swallowed the words he was about to ask.

  He knew that his father had high expectations for his second sister. His own second sister was taken away by a middle-aged uncle, seemingly to be given to a big shot...

  "I understand, Father!" Chen Zhenghua clenched his fist and said seriously.

  Chen Sheng nodded and said, "I understand. By the way, you should focus on your cultivation recently. The nine lotus sect's selection is coming soon, although you may not be able to build a foundation, but being a servant in the nine lotus sect for three years will be very helpful when you take over as the master of the Chen family."

  ……

  "Xiao Ling, this must be the big garden that Fang Auntie told us about. Look, the fish pond that Fang Auntie mentioned is still here!" In the midst of the lush flowers and grasses, Hua Shuying was like a butterfly dancing in mid-air, happily running back and forth in the spacious courtyard.

  Fang Ling stood on a square stone, watching the joyful Hua Shu Ying. In Ben Zhu's memory, this girl was undoubtedly an awe-inspiring older sister, but in reality, she was just a sixteen-year-old girl.

  At her age in this era of her life, she should be working hard for her own middle school entrance exam.

  "Xiao Ling, why don't we build a pavilion here and go fishing like Fang Niang and the others?" Hua Shuying asked with a smile as she stood by the lake.

  "Alright, let's build a big pavilion, where we can fish and rest."

  As they spoke, Fang Ling's gaze swept around, and the walls that the Chen family had built in the past were all demolished, with rows of houses connected together, enough to restore the prosperity of the Fang family in those years.

  A hundred-year-old family, overnight turned to dust!

  The once large Fang family now only had two people left: himself and Huashuang Ying.

  Although Fang Lin didn't know why the other family had declined, from today's situation, he could think of a reason.

  In this world, everything is false, only one's own strength is real.

  Half an hour later, the somewhat tired Huashuying went back to rest. Fang Ling stood in the large garden, cultivating the Fang family's ancestral technique, Peiyuan Gong.

  After thirty-six weeks of cultivation, the moon was already high in the sky.

  Through these thirty-six weeks of practice, Fang Ling felt his spirit was very full.

  "Bang!"

  A fist struck a stone and three cracks appeared on it instantly.

  Two thousand kilograms of strength, nothing much has increased.

  For this kind of situation, Fang Ling did not lose hope. He had just broken through the third layer of Qi training and wanted to go further, which was absolutely impossible to achieve overnight.

  But deep down in his heart, his craving for strength made him a bit anxious.

  Although Lin Mu said so, Fang Ling knew that the Chen family would not let it go like this.

  If you can't play openly, others will play secretly. It's easy to dodge an open arrow, but a hidden one is hard to defend against.

  Following Fang Lin's habit, he would have liked to eliminate the danger before it arose. But now he simply did not have the ability to eliminate the Chen family.

  The cultivation of three layers of Qi in Dingfang City is not ordinary, but there are at least over a thousand people within the entire city who have cultivated to this level.

  The Chen family has at least five hundred people with this level of cultivation.

  Not to mention those who can destroy themselves with just one hand after cultivating seven layers of Qi.

  "Whoosh!"

  A faint sword hum filled the air as a longsword radiating a soft golden glow suddenly appeared in Fang Lin's hand.

  Jinghong Sword, this is the precious sword sent by Li Mingli of Zhenbao Xuan.

  Although this sword is not valued by Lin Mu, it is indeed a good sword, cutting iron like mud, and blowing hair short is nothing to say.

  But what Fang Ling liked most was that this sword used to belong to the Fang family.

  On the ancient sword scabbard, a square character was written with profound meaning.

  It seems that Li Mingli is sending this sword over, and a large part of it is also because of this square character.

  "Sword turns into a long rainbow"

  "One Sword Points to the Sky"

  "A fleeting glimpse"

  "Flash of Inspiration"

  ……

  The Thirty-Six Styles of Splendid Swordsmanship, the faster Fang Lin practiced, the more proficient he became. When the final move was executed, Fang Lin's entire being had merged with the sword light.

  "Cut!"

  Along with Fang Ling's soft shout, two sword lights heavily chopped onto the trunk of a large tree. As the sword lights flashed by, the massive treetop fell to the ground with a thud.

  Standing under the tree canopy, Fang Ling took a deep breath.

  He was not satisfied with his own swordsmanship. According to the records of the Splitting Light Sword Technique, when the technique is fully mastered, one sword can split into nine beams of light.

  Moreover, each sword light can turn virtual into reality.

  The short time of self-cultivation is one aspect, and from another perspective, it is also related to the host's own cultivation qualifications.

  According to the annotations of the Spectral Sword Technique, it is possible for someone to reach the first level of mastery during their first attempt at cultivation. With a single sword strike, the sword light splits into three paths.

  Fang Ling took a deep breath and didn't feel dizzy at all.

  He can rely on no one but himself.

  Since his qualifications were average, he decided to work hard and make up for it with diligence. He thought that with a set of Fen Guang Jian Fa (a sword technique), he could still cultivate it successfully.

  But this comfort made him feel a bit bitter, diligent practice might have allowed him to master the Splitting Light Sword Technique, but relying on his own innate talent to break through the Ninth Layer of Qi Refining and become a Foundation Establishment cultivator was undoubtedly more difficult than climbing a mountain.

  Just as Fang Ling raised his hand holding the Long Hong Sword to practice the Fen Guang Jian Fa again, the moonlight shone on the Long Hong Sword.

  As the moonlight shone down, Fang Ling suddenly felt a darkness in front of his eyes.

  When he opened his eyes and looked straight ahead, a space of at least a thousand feet suddenly appeared in front of him.

  This space appeared very suddenly, and from outside this space, Fang Ling saw a layer of boundary that was as thin as the secret realm of Lao Shan!

  Seeing this strange scene, Fang Ling's heart moved. And one of the thousands of tour guide maps in his mind suddenly lit up with the appearance of this space.

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