Chapter Thirty-Three: A Sword Enters the Clouds

  This time, Su Feng was really at a loss. He still knew some swordsmanship, but he had never learned any palm techniques. Seeing Murong Qingfeng's hand palm stretched out in front of his eyes, he couldn't help but feel dizzy.

  Seeing Su Feng's dazed expression, Mu Rong Qingfeng felt a pang of guilt. As the only son of Su Tian, he was truly reluctant to hurt him. However, just as he was about to strike with his palm, he heard Mu Rong Yu's voice transmission: "After this palm strikes, use the Qiantang San Die method to mobilize your internal energy and try to cripple his foundation." Mu Rong Qingfeng was shocked, only then realizing why he had been suddenly ordered to wait at the door before lunch. He had been excited to exchange blows with Su Feng, whom he had admired for a long time, but it turned out that he was being used to sever someone's foundation - an extremely inhumane act. His mind flashed back to the various ideas instilled in him by the Mu Rong family since childhood, and at the same time, he saw Su Feng's youthful face. He silently sighed and raised his internal energy to 80%, thinking: "This palm may severely injure you, but it's better than crippling your foundation. If you become a great martial artist in the future and want to take revenge on me, just kill me. But if I hurt you, I'm afraid it will break Bi Huan's heart..."

  He didn't know Su Feng's intentions, nor did he know how to receive this palm strike, but receiving it was better than letting it hit him. Without hesitation, he circulated his energy in his left hand and met the attack head-on. A light sound echoed, as the two palms clashed, and Su Feng barely had time to mobilize 50% of his strength. Through their palms, he felt Murong Qingfeng's internal energy, which was much more vast than his own, but it couldn't break through the pure innate energy within Su Feng's body.

  "It seems that the disciples of the Murong family are nothing more than this." Su Feng secretly felt pleased with himself, suddenly took a deep breath, and suddenly shot out from his left palm.

  With a loud crash, it was as if two giant stones had collided, giving off a heavy feeling. But instead of being affected by the wind, Mu Rong Qing Feng took a step back. "How is this possible!" Mu Rong Qing Feng and Mu Rong Yu both exclaimed in their hearts. "I know Qing Feng's strength, he has already reached the fourth level of the Water Dragon Chant, how could his internal energy not be stronger than his?" Mu Rong Yu's face turned gloomy, unknowingly exerting force with his hands, crushing the tea cup in his hand into powder.

  "This... is actually the Innate Qi? How is this possible!" Su Feng's internal energy, although not strong, was like a withered tree that had been blown into Muyong Qingfeng's body. Muyong Qingfeng's entire meridian system was shocked, and he almost spat out a mouthful of blood. His eyes were filled with incredulity as he stared at Su Feng in a daze.

  Regardless of whether they were surprised or not, confidence surged, a clear whistle sounded, and the sword was raised again to attack. This time, he infused his energy into the sword, still using the Wood Element Sword Technique, increasing his speed by another 30%. Everyone in the arena was shocked, never expecting that Random Wind's previous moves hadn't used his full strength. Mochizuki Kiyofumi also secretly lamented, Random Wind's sword speed was indeed a bit too fast and unusual, not like any ordinary technique, and the force behind it wasn't small either; every time their swords clashed, his hand would ache once again.

  Just as Su Feng was about to take advantage of the momentum to pursue, Murong Qingfeng suddenly fanned a palm in front of himself, his footsteps changing, and he slid back several steps like a fish. Taking a deep breath, he faced Su Feng who was rushing over, his slightly mature Adam's apple trembling slightly.

  The air in front of Murong Qingfeng suddenly changed, and the gentle warmth of just now was replaced by a surging aura that rose sharply, like a divine dragon about to leap into the sea and soar through the nine heavens.

  As the wind suddenly remembered his previous experience on the banks of Hengtang Lake, "Not good, he's using Water Dragon Humming!" Recalling Mu Rongxuanfeng's power when using Water Dragon Humming, it was indeed earth-shaking and extremely fierce. Although Sui Feng had some concerns about the power of Water Dragon Humming in his heart, he didn't fear it. He held his sword horizontally across his chest, coldly staring at Mu Rongqingfeng.

  "Ah——" A sound wave that seemed to communicate with the heavens, like a divine dragon soaring through the nine skies, riding on waves as high as the sky, pressed down by the wind.

  Before, when he was facing the Water Dragon Chant from afar, he already felt that its power was as thick and heavy as a mountain. Now, facing it head-on, he felt an even deeper sense of it. Although Muyong Qingfeng's internal energy and strength were not comparable to Muyong Xuanyi's, it seemed that his understanding of the Water Dragon Chant surpassed Muyong Xuanyi's by three parts. The sound waves rolled on continuously, eventually transforming into a faint water ripple illusion, completely enveloping Suifeng, as if he had fallen into a swamp.

  His figure swayed with the wind, his whole body trembling uncontrollably under immense pressure. A thin trickle of blood flowed slowly from the corner of his mouth, and even his legs felt weak. "No, I won't fall, I don't want to be a weakling again!" It seemed like everyone around him was casting sympathetic glances at him, and he thought back to when he was in Yangzhou City, being manipulated by Liu Jie like a puppet on strings, and also recalled the time on Pangu Mountain when he tried to save Bi Huan but almost couldn't even defeat a killer with no internal energy. It seemed like everyone only recognized his father, while he was destined to be an overlooked part.

  It's been too long, and with a slight squint of his eyes, the discontent and anger in his heart grew like the momentum of the Water Dragon Whirl before him. It seemed that even his arch-nemesis had become like Murong Yu, resting by his side.

  It was as if he had made some major decision, and with a gentle closing of his eyes, he stopped looking at everything around him. The heavenly key accelerated, and the yin-yang diagram in his dantian rotated at full speed. He no longer held back, and all his internal energy was mobilized. "I... don't... want... to... be... weak... anymore!" Each word was accompanied by a sudden disappearance of his aura, only to explode out with a thousandfold intensity the next instant.

  The entire Water Dragon Hall shook violently with the momentum of the wind, and a black-and-white aura burst into the sky. The words that Feng had just spoken seemed to be drowned out by it. At this moment, everyone was shocked speechless. It was as if a silkworm cocoon that had been sleeping for a long time had finally broken open its shell-like illusions and unfolded its dazzling wings in mid-air.

  The whole body's vital energy was like burning, this kind of boiling feeling was really intoxicating to the extreme. With the wind slowly opening his eyes, "Hum——", the sword hummed, the sword hum that transcended time. Although it started in an instant, it echoed for a long time. The entire hall suddenly lit up, as if thunder had fallen from the sky, dazzling and piercing to the eye.

  After a long, long time, the strong light gradually dissipated, and everyone finally understood that the extraordinary and dazzling flash of light just now was actually born from the sword of Random Wind. Sword Light! The unparalleled Sword Light!

  The long sword that had been placed on Murong Qingfeng's fan bone was now lying on the ground, its original glossy appearance gone, replaced by a notch and loose cracks on its surface. Su Feng didn't say a word, silently tossing the sword to the ground without looking at Murong Qingfeng, then turned around and walked back to his own seat.

  Murong Qingfeng was like a fool, the sword that flashed with lightning earlier, the momentum that shone like the sun and moon, the sword intent that was vast like the nine heavens and clouds, was like a sharp knife that pierced his heart, leaving a deep impression. A burst of chaotic thoughts later, Murong Qingfeng finally realized that the fine iron Wugou fan in his hand had already cracked all over, shattered into many pieces, and fallen to the ground.

  That sword with the wind is the most difficult to master in the Unnamed Sword Technique, combining the two systems of yin and yang to create an instantaneous explosion, powerful enough to destroy ghosts and gods. Just now, 10% of his power had gathered into the sword, and incredibly, a strange phenomenon appeared on the surface of the sword, with fragments of yin and yang energy swirling around each other. However, this scene was hidden in the steam rising from his body and was not seen by outsiders. He had already vaguely grasped the outline of the sword energy, and that previous sword, to him, felt as if the sword energy had attached itself to his sword, and with just a slight flick, he could release it.

  But the sword reached Murong Qingfeng's face, looking at his youthful face like himself, and Su Feng suddenly felt some regret. Maybe it was because he shouldn't have exposed his strength at this time, provoking Murong Yu for no reason; maybe it was that he had some sympathy for Murong Qingfeng, how could the latter withstand this sword with its edge made of innate energy? He actually didn't do anything wrong, and sparring with him wasn't his idea either.

  Sui Feng let out a quiet sigh just like Mu Ye Qingfeng before, dispersing some of his aura and sword intent, and withdrew several portions of his internal energy.

  "Ugh!" Murong Qingfeng spat out a mouthful of blood, his legs trembling beneath him. He steadied himself with great effort and bowed to Su Feng, saying: "Su Gongzi has indeed mastered the true teachings of your esteemed father. I am no match for you, thank you, young master, for sparing my life."

  "Is he really yielding or just being polite?" Feng was puzzled, but still stood up and returned a courtesy: "Brother Qingfeng is too serious, it's Brother Qingfeng who has yielded." He had never been one to bully others, always returning more respect than he received.

  At this moment, Murong Yu was secretly frowning and thinking to himself: "Why did I just sense a hint of innate energy in the chaotic airflow? Or am I mistaken? No, I'm not mistaken, it must be innate energy. Because I clearly felt a slight tremble from the Water Dragon Hum, which only happens when innate energy appears. He shouldn't be an innate master yet, so how could he have released innate energy? Murong Yu had no idea about the wonders of the Analytic Heaven's End, and couldn't figure it out, but he did come to a startling conclusion: Zhen Feng's potential might not be inferior to that of Murong Xuanfeng.

  He gazed deeply at Su Feng, and Murong Yu smiled faintly: "The Golden Unicorn is not a creature of the pond, Su Xiaoxiao is indeed a dragon among men, hiding in seclusion without revealing himself. His future achievements will be immeasurable."

  Suī fēng sì shì tīng bèi le zhè zhǒng tào huà, qīng xiào le yī shēng, dào: "Suī fēng zhè diǎn wēi mò jì jiàng kǒng rù bù liǎo jiā zhǔ de fǎ yǎn, bú guò bān mén nòng fǔ ér yǐ. Mù róng jiā de xuán fēng xiōng cái shì zhēn zhèng de yīng zī bù fán, qì yǔ xuān áng, lìng wǒ děng shēn shēn pèi fú." Huà shuō yī bàn, liǎn sè yī zhēng, dào: "Gǎn wèn jiā zhǔ, cóng qián táng zhí dào dōng hǎi péng lái gōng xū yào duō jiǔ ne?"

  Murong Yu was delighted to change the subject and replied, "So, young master is still worried about the journey. This time, you're overthinking it. With the speed of the Water Dragon Whirl, three days will be more than enough. At that time, Xuanfeng and Qingfeng will sail the boat together and escort the two of you there. Young master can rest assured, we won't delay."

  Murong Xuanfeng stared at Su Feng, suddenly taking over the conversation: "Su Xiaojian's last sword indeed had the power to shock heaven and earth, and make ghosts and gods cry. I, Murong Xuanfeng, have poor eyesight, but it seems that this sword is not like any other sword technique in Jianghu. May I ask, does this sword have a name?"

  He was taken aback by the sudden question, and for a moment he was at a loss for words. He himself didn't know the name of the sword technique. He couldn't just say it was an unnamed sword technique, could he? Fortunately, his reaction was quick, and he casually replied: "This sword technique is called 'Tou Fan', it's a family heirloom passed down through the Rong family, so it hasn't been circulated in the Jianghu. It's normal that Brother Xuanfeng hasn't seen it before." With these few words, he seemed confident and composed, even Murong Yu couldn't tell whether he was telling the truth or not.

  Murong Xuanfeng smiled and said: "At this moment, although it is unknown, in less than ten years, it will definitely be a famous swordsmanship on the rivers and lakes."

  It seems that he has a broad mind and great ambitions, said Murong Xuanfeng. Su Feng was taken aback in his heart, and looked up to Murong Xuanfeng even more, but could only laugh and say: "Brother Xuanfeng is indeed overpraising me, my talent is far inferior to Brother Xuanfeng's, I'm afraid I won't be able to make our family's swordsmanship flourish."