Chapter 1 became a negative teaching material

  Qingzhou, Taiping County, Iron Sword Gate Training Grounds.

  A flash of blue light, and a 16-year-old maiden appeared, holding a three-foot-thin sword. "Big Brother, be careful!" she cried out in a delicate voice. With the tip of her foot lightly touching the ground, she flew out swiftly, her movements light and agile, swift beyond compare. In an instant, the thin sword stabbed towards a young man about 20 years old, dressed in magnificent attire.

  "Ah, so fast!"

  "If I had a figure like Little Sister's, it would be great!"

  "I don't even know when I'll be able to withstand over a hundred moves under Little Sister's hands!"

  In the martial arts arena, about a hundred people were present, all wearing inferior black clothes and trousers, forming a circle around the sword-fighting couple, exclaiming in admiration.

  The man in Chinese clothing smiled and said, "Little sister, Big Brother is not your opponent, please spare him." Although he said so, the girl's figure flashed, a three-foot thin sword attacked, but his face still had a shallow smile, as if he had completely grasped it, standing there without any defensive action.

  The girl stood one foot away from the man in magnificent attire, yet he still smiled and didn't move.

  The onlookers immediately let out a disbelieving "ah", and the timid ones even covered their mouths.

  The man in Chinese clothes had a hint of complacency at the corner of his mouth, and it wasn't until then that he moved, taking a step back, spinning around on the spot, dodging to the side, and the girl's sword stabbed into thin air.

  A sword pierced the air, and the girl let out a muffled groan. The sword moved halfway, turned sideways, and swiftly chopped towards the man in fine clothes. The man in fine clothes lightly laughed, his toes touched the ground, and he flipped over in mid-air, avoiding the girl's swift strike.

  The young girl didn't wait for the sword to finish its move, and with a slanted blade, she slashed straight at the man in fine clothes. The man in fine clothes had a smile all over his face, standing still on the spot, his right thumb and index finger lightly pinched together, pinching the tip of the girl's thin sword. The girl let out a surprised cry, and tried to push forward again, but couldn't move at all.

  Crack!

  A three-foot-long thin sword splits from the middle section.

  This contest, nominally a sword fight, but from start to finish, that man in magnificent attire never drew his sword.

  The originally quiet martial arts arena, the new disciples who had just entered, had all been sweating for this magnificent man before, suddenly burst into cheers and applause, shouting loudly, their eyes all burning with excitement, thinking to themselves: Who knows when they can practice to become like him.

  The girl threw her sword to the ground and shouted: "Not fair, not fair! Eldest Senior Brother is bullying me. I'm already at the sixth level of the Post-Heaven Realm, but you're still intentionally teasing me! And you even broke my beloved sword! Eldest Senior Brother is bullying me!"

  "No... it can't be, the sixth layer of the Back Heaven Realm!"

  "Master brother is so young and talented... truly a genius!"

  Another cry of surprise rose from the crowd, and the man in fine clothes had an even more triumphant look on his face.

  The man in Chinese clothing smiled slightly, both intimate and flattering: "Yes, yes, it's all big brother's fault for breaking little sister's treasured sword. Some time ago, Master sent me to Qingzhou to visit the Shen family, and they gave me a gift - a thin willow sword... Big brother will give this thin willow sword to little sister, what does little sister think?"

  The lovely young girl suddenly smiled: "Still, Big Brother is the best."

  This lovely young girl is named Ye Lin, the daughter of Ye Fang, the master of Tie Jian Men. The man in magnificent attire is called Zhao Yong, the first senior disciple under Ye Fang's seat and one of the best among the second generation disciples of Tie Jian Men.

  At this moment, a seven-foot-tall, dark-skinned, muscular man with bulging muscles stepped out and said: "Liner, Yonger, you step down!"

  "Yes, Fourth Master," Ye Lin replied respectfully, and immediately retreated to both sides.

  His name was Du Fenghan, 36 years old this year, a seventh-level cultivator of the Post-Heaven Realm. He was one of the four elders of the Iron Sword Sect and the Palm Gate, ranking last among them, with the lowest cultivation level as well. The other three were all focused on martial arts. On normal days, new disciples who had just entered the Iron Sword Sect would be trained by him.

  Du Feng's eyes widened in anger as he bellowed, "You bunch of rabbits, have you had a good look? Hurry up and stand at attention for me!"

  His voice was like a thunderclap, shocking those new disciples so that their eardrums rang. Immediately, as before, they stood in eight rows.

  Du Fenghan said with a cold smile: "You all saw the sword fight between Ye Lin and Zhao Yong, I don't need to say more about the strength of our Iron Sword Sect's skills. Hehe... I, Du Fenghan, am an old roughneck, can't recognize many characters, and not good at talking, but my words are crude yet reasonable. Our Iron Sword Sect, although established for only eighteen short years, since nine years ago, in this western river eight states, within Qingzhou's borders, has been a resounding presence. Every three years, among the eight major sects of Qingzhou, our Iron Sword Sect always occupies one seat. In the vast territory of Qingzhou, except for the Shen family of Qingzhou Prefecture, when speaking to anyone, our Iron Sword Sect is not ashamed!"

  On the martial arts field, the emotions of those new disciples were immediately ignited by Du Fenghan's words, their faces flushing red, and their eyes burning with unprecedented fervor.

  A pair of clear eyes are peering over from the gap in the martial arts training hall door.

  "My god, if this were to happen in modern times, it would be a total brainwashing... Stop messing around with these nonsense and get to the point already." Ye Feng muttered to himself outside the door, shaking his head in frustration.

  Ye Feng, male, seventeen years old. In his past life, he was an orphan and in this life, he still couldn't escape this miserable fate. Fortunately, he is a optimistic person who doesn't mind.

  Yes, he is not of this world.

  In his previous life, he had no money, no background, and didn't meet any kind-hearted people, so he lost the opportunity to continue his studies. Naturally, he also lost the possibility of having a girlfriend. Fortunately, he loved playing Go and reading books, so his life was quite leisurely and carefree, not feeling bored at all.

  Go aside, what I love most is martial arts novels. The works of Jin Yong, Gu Long and Huang Yi, have been read back and forth, don't know how many times.

  One afternoon after work, he was lying in his dormitory watching TV when he fell asleep and crossed over into ancient times.

  Ye Feng's current world is the Tang Dynasty, but it has nothing to do with the Tang Dynasty he knew. There is no Li Bai, no Wu Zetian, and no Yuan Fang who can be asked about anything at any time.

  This is a dynasty that respects martial arts, and the current emperor Murong Qianqiu is a top-notch expert.

  The Tang Dynasty had a three-tier administrative system, with 13 circuits (dào), each circuit governing multiple prefectures (zhōu), and each prefecture further divided into multiple counties. For example, the Hexi Circuit was divided into eight prefectures, one of which was Qingzhou Prefecture, where Ye Feng's Iron Sword Gate was located.

  Three days ago, Ye Feng crossed over and successfully seized a body, becoming an outer disciple of the Iron Sword Sect.

  Wow…… Fragrant wine beauty, romantic rivers and lakes, Ye Feng's emotions are surging. The pitiful thing is that the person turned out to be a useless piece of wood, entering the Iron Sword Sect at the age of 11, six years have passed, and not even a small Qi Refining has been achieved.

  This is not just cheating one's father, but also cheating one's grandfather!

  It's as if heaven itself couldn't bear to look on, and Ye Feng, who had come into this world, suddenly found his spiritual awareness greatly opened, just like he had been struck by a sudden enlightenment. Things he had seen before, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't forget. No matter what technique it was, once he learned it, he would master it immediately.

  Ye Feng looked up at the sky and laughed loudly. The heavens reward diligence, and with his brother's exceptional talent, it's impossible not to be awesome!

  The problem is, he doesn't know the cultivation method. The Iron Sword Sect does have an internal qigong introductory method called "Iron Sword Incantation", but except for those four big shots, the disciples of the sect are not allowed to pass it on privately. Of course, the inner sect disciples can study and discuss it, but he is just an outer sect disciple, so naturally no one will tell him.

  New to this place, he didn't know the level of martial arts in this world or the customs and human relationships. He also didn't dare to run around recklessly. Although his mental state was important, his life was even more important.

  It just so happens that today is the day of Iron Sword Sect's triennial new disciples' entrance. In the training arena, Du Fenghan will teach the "Iron Sword Manual" to these new disciples. Seizing the opportunity, Ye Feng decides to grab this once-in-three-years chance, but as an outer sect disciple, he has no right to enter the training arena, so there's only one way...

  Sneak learning!

  Look at those newcomers, Du Fenghan was very satisfied with the effect of this remark. He said, "No more idle talk, I, Du Fenghan, am a straightforward person and don't like to beat around the bush. As long as you join the Iron Sword Sect, you can practice our sect's internal skill - the 'Iron Sword Manual'!"

  The crowd was stirred up.

  Du Feng Han continued: "You people, either you're unwanted orphans or children from poor families. In the end, it's either starvation or being sold to the rich and serving others. Being able to eat your fill is already a blessing, let alone marrying a wife! But as long as you join my Iron Sword Sect and put in the effort to learn the 'Iron Sword Technique', ha ha... silver will be overflowing, so much that your hands cramp from counting it, and women? You'll have as many as you want!"

  The crowd is boiling.

  Brainwashing speech continues.

  Outside the door, Ye Feng rolled his eyes and said, "This is what you call 'no nonsense'? If this goes on any longer, the flowers will all wither away... You may be satisfied, but I'm not sure how much more of this my waist can take."

  The effect is good, Du Feng Han's mouth corner contains a smile, a pair of cow eyes scanned the scene with satisfaction, waving his hand to signal everyone to be quiet: "Well, it can be seen that you are all making progress, so I will tell you about this martial art."

  "From ordinary people to ancient martial arts masters, one must cultivate Qi. This cultivation of Qi is divided into three stages: Sensing the Qi mechanism, Retaining the Qi mechanism, and Refining the Qi mechanism. Generally, those with average innate ability can achieve success in three years, after which they enter the acquired realm."

  "This post-heavenly boundary is further divided into nine layers, with the first layer requiring one month, the second layer two months, the third layer four months, the fourth layer two years, the fifth layer four years, the sixth layer eight years, the seventh layer 16 years, and the eighth layer theoretically 32 years. As for the ninth layer... haha... even the theoretical time required to reach this level is unknown, it's all about comprehension, after advancing to this stage, it's the peak of post-heavenly boundary. At this point, besides comprehension, another crucial factor is needed, a catalyst that can be life or death, or sudden enlightenment... what exactly this catalyst is, no one can clearly say. If you comprehend, then you've succeeded. If not, then this lifetime will end here."

  Once you enter the Innate Realm and reach the Transformation Realm, when facing off against others, just take one glance at them and they'll automatically surrender... Not to mention the Great Tang Dynasty, but at least in our Hexi Dao, you can roam freely without any worries!

  Everyone present held their breath, and their eyes all showed a look of yearning. Even Du Fenghan himself had the same look in his eyes.

  "But..."

  Du Feng's cold words suddenly changed, and with a flick of his wrist, the door latch of the martial arts training hall was knocked off. The sudden event caught Ye Feng off guard, and he rolled directly into the training hall.

  Those newcomers looked over here with suspicion.

  Du Feng's face turned cold, and he burst out laughing, "I'm telling you, ordinary talents need to cultivate for so long. If you're like this waste, don't even mention higher realms, or even the Innate Realm, just talking about the Acquired Realm is a fool's dream, hahaha..."

  "Oh, right, I forgot to introduce him to you all. This diligent and inquisitive person who was sneaking around outside the door, wanting to steal our sect's mental techniques, is actually your Eldest Senior Brother! His name is Ye Feng, he entered our Iron Sword Sect at the age of eleven, but six years have passed, my goodness, he has managed to retain his Qi! You know, even a dog, as long as it practices diligently, would probably be at the First Layer of the Acquired Realm by now... What a prodigy, this kid is truly a rare talent!"

  Du Fenghan burst out laughing again after saying that.

  Those newcomers were stunned at first, then suddenly understood and looked at Ye Feng with ridicule, all bursting into loud laughter.

  I was once a model student, but due to one careless mistake, I unexpectedly became a negative example.

  Ye Feng muttered to himself, got up from the ground, patted the dust off his body, and smiled as if nothing had happened. Not only did he not retort, but he also didn't seem annoyed, instead, he was completely nonchalant, following the crowd and laughing along with them.

  Du Feng looked at Ye Feng with a surprised and puzzled expression, feeling that something was not quite right in his heart, but he couldn't quite put his finger on what it was.

  Could it be because of this useless thing... enlightenment? How is that possible?!

  Du Feng shook his head and didn't bother with Ye Feng anymore.

  After everyone finished laughing, no one paid attention to Ye Feng again. Du Fenghan ordered Zhao Yong to teach the "Iron Sword Manual", and didn't drive Ye Feng away either.

  Not driving Ye Feng away is because... even if this waste listens to it, what's the use? Even if he doesn't forget, what's the use? It's still a waste of practice.