Chapter 3: Sword Techniques

  The black-clothed one-armed old man didn't look at Ye Lin, but instead swept his gaze over Xing Tian and said, "Hm, the injury isn't too severe, it'll heal in two days. It seems that this Cloud Water City won't be peaceful for long."

  So-called heroes see things similarly. Although the old man with a broken arm only heard Tian Xing's account, the conclusion he drew was the same as that of Ye Fan and others.

  Similarly, Ye Lin's heart was even more certain that the Ye family would face difficulties.

  He knew that his grandfather and the older generation of the Ye family had all entered the deepest part of the Lian Yao mountain range, closing their doors to make a breakthrough. Now, it was all under the control of the second elder and other second-generation disciples.

  Once the Ye family faces a great crisis, it will inevitably attract the attention of older generation figures like Grandpa, allowing them to break through and interrupt.

  During the period of closed-door breakthrough, being disturbed can lead to light consequences such as going crazy or heavy consequences such as death, which is a truly serious matter.

  Unless absolutely necessary, Ye Lin was determined not to let such a thing happen in front of his own eyes.

  It is now most urgent for Ye Lin to quickly enhance his own strength, so that his strength can cope with the arrival of the family's disaster.

  "Please accept me as your apprentice!"

  It can be said that finding a strong predecessor to learn from is the fastest and most convenient way to increase one's strength. Now that he has the opportunity, Ye Lin would rather die than let it slip away.

  "Kid, your innate talent is too poor, only slightly better than an ordinary person. You're destined to not make it far on the path of cultivation."

  The old man with a broken arm looked at Ye Lin and shook his head helplessly, saying:

  Buzz!!!!!

  Ye Lin was as if struck by a heavenly hammer on his head, and he couldn't come back to himself for half a day.

  "Master!!"

  Jian Ye Lin's eyes seemed somewhat hollow, Xing Tian was shocked and quickly knelt down, begging for mercy.

  "Alas, it's impossible for me to take you as a disciple. However, if you can fulfill two conditions I set, I might consider teaching you a set of knife techniques. What do you think?"

  Every master wants their ultimate skill to be passed down, but if the innate talent is too poor, it's impossible to break through to the highest realm, and naturally, passing down the ultimate skill also can't reach its maximum potential.

  Ye Lin's spirit shook, and he hastily nodded, saying: "Senior, please speak."

  The old man with the broken arm didn't want to make things difficult for the young man, so he said: "Your Ye family has three more months. If you can raise your strength to the first heaven of Lianjin within three months and split wood with a knife, splitting it like this, I will teach you the 'Tiangang 36 Knives' technique. What do you think?"

  As he spoke, the one-armed old man swung his arm, and a flash of knife light passed over Ye Lin's head. Instantly, two strands of hair fell from Ye Lin's head.

  Xing Tian's eyes widened as he stared at the two strands of hair, and he exclaimed in surprise: "This, Master, isn't this a bit too difficult?"

  Xing Tian saw it clearly, what was that two strands of hair, it was actually his own master's knife light just now, cutting one of Ye Lin's hairs into two halves. His control over the knife can be said to have reached the pinnacle.

  Ye Lin looked at this and was also secretly surprised: This old man's grasp of the knife was indeed formidable.

  However, this level of difficulty is not enough to bring me down. With his precise control over the knife, the knife technique he taught must be top-notch.

  Yelin made up his mind and went all out.

  "Alright, I promise."

  Ye Lin nodded and said loudly.

  Ye Lin wasn't blind, and he didn't agree without a grasp because the magical eyes he possessed in his past life had returned this time. In his past life, it was precisely because of these magical eyes that he could dominate the gambling halls.

  Actually, the principle is very simple, that is, the subtle differences in other people's eyes are, in his eyes, even more so than a magnifying glass. I remember once, in biology class, he had used his own eyes and a microscope together to observe a strand of hair, and his own eyes could see it even more clearly than the microscope.

  "Senior, junior can agree to your terms, but this is a matter of cutting wood with a knife, and junior doesn't have a knife in hand. This still requires senior's permission for Xing Tian to send me back to retrieve the knife."

  Chopping wood requires an axe, but unfortunately Ye Linwu is a waste in martial arts. He hasn't even mastered the most basic fist techniques, so how would he have time to practice any sword techniques?

  It's all right now, it's time to use it, but there isn't even a single knife.

  Ye Lin made a vow in her heart, from now on, she must always keep her knife by her side.

  Clang!!!!!!

  A sword hummed, in front of Ye Lin's eyes, a knife appeared out of thin air.

  It can't be called a knife either, because the blade is like a sword, three feet and three inches long, three inches wide, dark and shiny, single-edged, with a slightly curved tip.

  Just a glance, Ye Lin felt his gaze being completely absorbed by this knife.

  "If you use it, it's yours afterwards."

  The old man with the broken arm passed down the message.

  "Alright, thank you senior!"

  Ye Lin grasped the knife with both hands and was about to lift it off the ground.

  Unexpectedly, after using all his strength to eat, there was still no movement at all.

  "This is a divine sword, with spiritual power. If you are worthy of possessing it, it will be as light as a feather in your hand, like a floating snowflake. But if you are not suitable to wield it, then its weight will be 3,333,333 pounds, and with one slash, it can move mountains and cut rivers, its power is boundless."

  The one-armed old man stared straight at Ye Lin, and after hearing his own words, not only was he not intimidated, but his eyes shone brightly, as if he had seen something he loved dearly. He couldn't help but nod secretly. A warrior who defies the heavens must have enough confidence and a strong will to defy the heavens; otherwise, even with great talent, it would be in vain.

  "Drink, arise!"

  Ye Lin didn't care about what the one-armed old man said at all, in his heart, there was only one conviction, that is, from today on, this knife belongs to Ye Lin.

  It seemed as if he had heard Ye Lin's inner voice. Under Ye Lin's loud shout, the black knife slowly began to be pulled out of the ground.

  "Good kid, so fast, and yet the Heaven Slashing Sword has already begun to merge."

  This Heaven-Cleaving Blade was entrusted to him by a dying opponent of the One-Armed Old Man, along with the "Thirty-Six Heavenly Gates" sword technique, and he was also told that he must find a successor for it.

  Originally, the Broken Arm Old Man thought Ye Lin's talent was too poor and didn't want to take him as a disciple, but he suddenly remembered something - that he had indeed promised his opponent to find a successor for him.

  It was then that the one-armed old man, with a "try it out" attitude, handed the Heaven-Cleaving Blade to Ye Lin. Unexpectedly, Ye Lin turned out to be so fierce that on his second try, he had already begun to pull out the Heaven-Cleaving Blade which weighed 33,333,300 catties.

  To know that with Ye Lin's strength, it was fundamentally impossible to pull out this Heaven-Slaying Sword. Now he has pulled it out, there can only be one reason, which is, he has already begun fusing with the sword spirit.

  "Out!"

  With another loud shout, Ye Lin's hands burst forth with dark veins, and with a "clang", the black, narrow, and long Heaven-Slaying Sword was already drawn out by Ye Lin.

  Ye Lin looked at the long knife in his hand, his heroic spirit bursting forth, and laughed loudly: "Good sword, indeed a good sword."

  As he spoke, he could no longer suppress the surging emotions in his heart and began to wield the knife on the spot. The half-empty space was filled with flashing knife lights and swirling knife auras, which even the mountain cave could hardly withstand the might of this knife, as if it were about to collapse under its power.

  Hmph!

  The old man with a broken arm let out a cold snort and suppressed the tottering cave.

  "Ah, Master, I'm sorry."

  In Ye Lin's mind, if even such a powerful divine sword was given to himself, then this senior should be planning to take him as an apprentice!

  The old man's face sank, saying: "Youngster, I will only acknowledge you as my apprentice after you have completed two tasks for me. Have you forgotten?"

  Ye Lin knew he had been a bit too proud of himself, and hastily lowered his head, saying: "Yes, senior, don't worry, I will definitely complete the task you assigned to me as soon as possible."

  Having said that, Ye Lin didn't say another word and turned around to leave.

  It's really this damn world, human life is not worth anything in this world. From the broken-armed old man, Ye Lin just felt a killing aura, in his previous life, he was also a martial arts master, so he was very familiar with this killing aura, that's why he didn't dare to stay any longer and turned around to leave.

  "Alright, since he wants me to split wood and turn it into silk, I'll temper my sword now."

  With the thought in his mind, he walked to the outside of the dense forest, raised the knife in his hand and chopped towards a small tree with a trunk as big as a bowl. With a soft "whoosh" sound, the wind blew by, without making any noise, the knife in his hand had already passed through the trunk of the small tree.

  "Ah!!!!!!"

  Ye Lin took a deep breath of cold air, he knew that the divine soldiers in this world were extremely powerful, but he never thought it would be so powerful to such an extent. A tree as big as this one was cut down with just one knife, without making any sound at all. Even the small trees that had been cut into two halves seemed like nothing had happened to them. If Ye Lin hadn't seen the faint mark left by the knife's trajectory earlier, he wouldn't have dared to believe that it had actually been cut in half.

  "Ah!"

  He lightly exhaled and Ye Lin gazed at the Heaven-Cleaving Blade in his hand with a hint of infatuation, growing more fond of it by the second.

  Huh?

  The Heaven-Slaying Sword suddenly trembled, and a black light flashed from the sword, shooting straight at Ye Lin's brain.

  "Little one, you've finally arrived. I have cultivated the Way of Martial Arts for 330,000 years and painstakingly created the 'Thirty-six Heavenly Slashes'. Alas, my time has come to an end and I can no longer let this sword technique see the light of day. I have no choice but to seal the life's work of my creation into the Heaven-Cleaving Sword."

  In Ye Lin's mind, a voice suddenly came through, but when he heard this voice, Ye Lin couldn't bear it.

  Thirty-three million years, just to create a knife method, it's really unimaginable how much willpower this senior has.

  What surprised Ye Lin even more was that this senior had actually lived for 330,000 years. To think that the ancient Chinese civilization, known as the world's oldest civilized country, only had a recorded history of around 5,000 years at most, and other civilizations hadn't even truly evolved into human beings yet!

  But all of this is unimportant now. What's important is the Slashing Heaven Sword Style, which will be passed down to my mind, the Thirty-six Swords of Heaven's Wrath.

  Yelinde was shocked after taking a glance at the knife technique, and said: "So that's how it is. Every single knife move is divided into 36 styles, and only when these 36 styles are combined can it be considered one complete knife move. With just one slash of the knife, a person can be cut into 36 pieces."