Chapter Thirty-Seven: Three Non-Cultivations

  The rustling sound of turning pages is crisp and pleasant.

  He hated the sound of heavy rain.

  He no longer paid attention to Han Li, who was buried in his books, and ran back to the edge of the pond, pulled out the long knife stuck in the mud, and played with it by himself.

  Han Li glanced at him sideways with his eyes, seeing that he was so energetic, and no longer paid attention to his movements, putting his mind back on the object in his hand.

  "Ten lines at a glance", probably refers to Han Li's astonishing reading speed, a thick book is quickly browsed through by him, he lowers his head, doesn't even look up, and randomly grabs another book, continuing to flip through non-stop.

  His eyes narrowed, in the process of reading, from time to time revealing a slightly thoughtful expression, his gaze was fixed on the book, not willing to leave for a moment, his head swaying back and forth with the movement of his eyes, quite a few points of the reader's nodding and shaking.

  Time flies quickly, and volume after volume of "Blinking Sword Spectrum" was also quickly browsed by Han Li.

  When Han Li finished reading the eleventh ancient book, he suddenly stopped his astonishing reading action, and the book he had just finished was also thrown back into his bag.

  He closed his eyes and calmed down for a moment.

  After his spirit had recovered a bit, he sat down cross-legged on the spot and started to use Changchun Gong. He replayed the contents of more than ten books he had just finished reading in his mind.

  Before long, Han Li's face became rich and colorful, sometimes excited, sometimes frowning in thought, and sometimes bitter and disappointed.

  After an unknown period of time, Han Li finally opened his eyes, but was frightened by what he saw in front of him.

  Lethal Rain's head was suddenly right under his eyelids, pressed so close that their noses were almost touching.

  "What are you doing? Aren't you supposed to be practicing your sword skills?"

  "Junior Brother Han, what time is it? You're still asking such silly questions." Lian Feiyu withdrew his body and curled up his lips.

  Han Li only then discovered that the light around him had dimmed.

  He raised his head and took a glance at the sky. The color of the sky had turned into a dull gray, it was already late afternoon.

  "Cough! Time really flies, I didn't notice it had been such a long time."

  Han Li stood up and stretched his limbs.

  "What about it? Did you find anything interesting in the book?" Lü Feiyu gazed at him with eager eyes, hoping to get a final result from his mouth.

  "Well, it's not bad, quite suitable for me."

  "What's 'not bad' supposed to mean? Say something more practical." Lei Feiyu said with some dissatisfaction.

  "To be specific, these secret recipes are a big mess, there's nothing systematic about them, they're all just pieced together from here and there," Han Li said slowly.

  "What does 'Winking Sword Technique' mean? Is this sword technique real? Why is it called such a strange name?" Lü Feiyu was still not satisfied and continued to ask.

  "The Blinking Sword Technique indeed exists, it's just that it's a part of this big mess, and in these books, it only occupies a very small part." Han Li said with great patience.

  "As for why it's named this way, there is a reason behind it."

  "What's the point? Can't you just say everything at once, instead of blurting out one sentence at a time like our town's old man speaking in a drawl?" Lei Feiyu glared at Han Li, really disliking his sluggish attitude.

  Han Li was really at a loss for what to say, so he slightly quickened his pace of narration.

  "This sword technique, as described in the book, utilizes various light rays and human visual errors to defeat the enemy, often causing people to lose their lives in the blink of an eye, which is why it's called Blinking Sword Technique."

  "How can there be such a bizarre sword technique? There are indeed many strange people in the world!" Lü Feiyu was very interested after hearing this, but immediately became disheartened due to Han Li's next sentence.

  "This sword technique has three taboos: those with slightly achieved true energy cannot practice it; those without great willpower cannot practice it; those without innate talent cannot practice it."

  Lethal Rain immediately gave up his surveillance after hearing the first condition, his inner family's true energy had already reached a considerable level of fire, and he couldn't abandon his own skills to learn this unknown powerful technique.

  As Lü Fei lost all interest in these secret skills, he was unwilling to stay here any longer.

  He got up and prepared to bid farewell, before leaving, he reminded Han Li: to copy these secret recipes as soon as possible, next time they meet, he will bring the originals back. It is worth noting that these secret recipes, although not valued by others, such a large pile of things disappearing for a long time, will still attract attention.

  Li Feiyu left soon after, and Han Li also bid farewell to this place.

  The entire mountain range was shrouded in a thin layer of mist, looking somewhat dull and gloomy. The narrow mountain road had rows of coniferous forests growing on both sides, and when the mountain wind blew through the forest, it made a rustling sound, while the branches on both sides also seemed to be eerily dancing.

  Han Li walked hastily along this somewhat eerie mountain road, heading in the direction of Divine Hand Valley.

  Because we set out a bit too late, by the time we were halfway there, it had already become completely dark.

  If it weren't for the Long Spring skill being effective, Han Li wouldn't have dared to travel on this road at night. The small path was not easy to walk, with many twists and turns, and one misstep could lead to an accident, resulting in loss of life.