Chapter Ten: Sword Technique One

  In the late autumn morning, Beidi Xiangyang already had a bit of chill, the bleak and cool autumn wind was howling in the palace, swirling around like evil spirits, as if to take away the last remaining greenery to the depths of hell.

  "It's so cold, winter is coming!" Fusu couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine as he got up early, and he subconsciously shrunk his neck. Fu carefully helped Fusu tighten the cloak behind him. After getting used to the low temperature outside for a while, Fusu turned to Fu and said: "Go and call the nine swordsmen who came back with me yesterday, I want to weigh them!" "Yes, young master!" Fu bowed slightly and retreated carefully.

  Before long, just as Fu Su was standing under the corridor looking at the increasingly desolate world, he suddenly heard a light and powerful footsteps coming back. Fu Su slightly turned his head and saw Fu Zheng leading nine swordsmen walking towards him!

  When he saw the nine people clearly, Fu Su couldn't help but brighten his eyes: the five male swordsmen who changed into luxurious guard uniforms looked majestic and spirited, with an air of dignity and grandeur. However, when Fu Su saw the four female swordswomen, he couldn't help but drool: the four women who removed their veils were all stunningly beautiful, with slender figures, and they seemed to be around 16 or 17 years old; without any makeup, their skin was smoother and whiter than jade in the sunlight. Their cute noses, tempting red lips, and especially their enchanting eyes under their curved eyebrows made them appear charming and alluring when they smiled. Although they were young, they had a captivating charm that could stir up men's most primitive desires! It was no wonder that even Fu Su, who had excellent self-control, was drawn in and became dizzy and disoriented.

  Nine people came before Fu Su, bowed their heads and said: "Subordinates see the young master!" "Oh!" Fu Su's face turned red as he was startled awake from his dazed fantasy by the nine people. He hastily covered his ears and shook his hands like a thief, laughing loudly: "All of you get up! From today on, if there are no outsiders, don't bow down to me again! I called you here early today to see your real abilities, so that I can use them in the future. Who will go first?"

  Nine Swords looked at Wu Xin together. Wu Xin cupped his hands and said, "Young Master, I am the oldest among the nine of us, so let me go first!" Fu Su nodded.

  Wu Xin arrived at the scene, drew his sword from its scabbard, and it was a finely crafted xuan iron long sword. The sword body was slender and powerful, and under the cold sunlight, it looked icy and cold, with a hint of menace. Wu Xin's eyebrows were clear and his face was serious as he made a starting gesture, and suddenly a majestic and heroic aura appeared on his originally calm face. He then let out a loud shout and began to dance with his sword!

  For a moment, the martial arts arena was filled with flashing swords and whistling winds, with the sound of thunder echoing in one's ears. Gradually, as the unintentional sword energy surged forth, the entire person seemed to be standing upright in the wind, with black hair fluttering and robes billowing, like an immortal descending into the mortal world, majestic and awe-inspiring, with a righteous air!

  He couldn't help but applaud and exclaimed: "Great swordsmanship, upright and proud, transcending the mundane! Unmatched!" Gradually, his sword moves became even more agile and elegant, as if he and the sword had merged into one. Every move was a masterpiece, every strike was divine, what a wonderful display of 'spirit'!

  Finally, Wu Xin's sword momentum came to a stop, and he sheathed his sword, bowing respectfully to Fu Su. "Please, young master, offer your guidance!" Fu Su smiled and said, "Wu Xin's sword technique is light and agile, with movements as elegant as a fairy's dance. It truly has the flair of an immortal! I shall confer upon you the title 'Sword Immortal'. What do you think?" Wu Xin was overjoyed at these words, saying, "Thank you, young master!"

  The rest of the people heard and saw, with eager hearts, hastily jumped out of the formation to ask for orders: "Young master, from now on it's our turn to offer our services!" Fu Su smiled slightly and nodded.

  He saw a dense eyebrow and big eyes, with a light smile on his face, Wu Yu drew out the long sword from his back. The slender and narrow blade appeared, and his expression quickly turned serious, emitting a powerful aura. Immediately afterwards, his waist moved lightly, and the long sword danced in the air, drawing an eerie circle as he began to test the sword.

  The sword, twisting and trembling strangely, seemed to be a light and agile elf, hovering or flying in the air, advancing or defending; it was like a soft and boneless fish, presenting a strange attacking curve in the air, shocking people's hearts! Compared with the carefree and natural swordsmanship that transcended the mundane, Wu Xue's swordsmanship seemed to be walking on a strange and mysterious path.

  Gradually, Wu Xu's swordsmanship became even more bizarre and unpredictable, often employing unimaginable moves from unimaginable angles to launch a surprise attack. Each time, it was as if the sword was wielded by a divine hand, leaving people staring in awe, applauding wildly. Sometimes, Fu Su couldn't help but worry: would Wu Xu's incredibly agile and powerful waist, which moved like a gecko on a wall, snap under the strain of his unorthodox attacking style?

  Suddenly, Wu Xue leapt into the air, his long sword flying out of his hand and spinning as it shot straight up into the clouds, like a white light radiating from a flying dragon. With a sharp whistling sound, Wu Xue landed first, followed closely by his sword, which plunged downwards and inserted itself perfectly into the scabbard on his back, emitting a faint humming noise like the gentle singing of a dragon.

  Wu Xu was apparently very satisfied with his performance, and a familiar smile reappeared on his face. With a confident expression, he said, "Please point out my mistakes, sir!" Fu Su nodded in praise: "Your swordsmanship is different from Wu Xin's, it's strange and unusual, but also has its own unique style. I'll give you a nickname too! 'Sword Demon' Wu Xu, what do you think?" Wu Xu blinked his eyes, seemingly very pleased with the nickname, and happily retreated.

  The third to appear was Wu Ya. With a cold expression, Wu Ya didn't say a word, but slightly bowed his head towards Fu Su before entering the arena. A low-pitched dragon's hum sounded, and a long sword emerged from its scabbard - it was a completely black heavy iron sword with a mysterious aura. In the clear moonlight, a thick killing intent suddenly appeared! Fu Su couldn't help but feel a shock in his heart: "What kind of sword is this? Its color is so strange! And why is the killing intent so strong?!" Before he could think further, the black sword let out a low hum and began to dance with an overflowing killing intent in the arena.

  The sword, its body strange and dark, emitted a chilling aura; the sword style was fierce and powerful, with an air of murder that seemed to fill the entire space. The sword's energy was dark and mysterious, filled with an evil spirit. For a moment, the martial arts arena was filled with a strong and violent killing intent, which made people feel as if they were facing a demon from heaven, sending shivers down their spines. What shocked Fu Su the most was that the "hissing" sound of the dark sword emitted a low, soul-stirring melody that seemed to captivate the hearts of those around him, causing the maids and eunuchs standing by to become dazed and stunned. Fu Su couldn't help but shiver: "This boundless sword technique is quite brutal, with an evil spirit!"

  At this moment, Wu Ya let out a long whistle, and the sword energy fiercely chopped, the Mo Wu Long Sword in his hand "hissed" rapidly spinning, like a dark black magic dragon choosing people to bite, with an overbearing aura. Immediately after, the sword's momentum suddenly changed, and Mo Wu quickly sheathed the sword in a flash of lightning. As the Mo Wu Sword disappeared, the killing intent on the martial arts arena suddenly cleared, and the palace servants who were originally led astray by the Mo Wu Sword's magic sound and killing intent finally shivered with fear and came back to their senses!

  Wu Ya walked up to Fu Su and bowed slightly, saying calmly: "Please instruct me, young master!"

  Fu Su nodded and said, "From your swordsmanship, I can see that there is hatred in your heart, isn't there?" Wu Ya's expression remained calm, but his eyes hid a hint of fierce and sinister energy as he coldly replied, "When I was young, my parents were killed in the war, slaughtered by chaotic soldiers. If Mo Men hadn't taken me in, I would have been buried long ago. As I grew up, I took on the task of assassination within the organization, so my swordsmanship focuses on killing with one strike, following the path of toxicity and ferocity!"

  Fu Su heard this and couldn't help but secretly sympathize: "No wonder the sword technique is full of demonic energy! I estimate that if it weren't for Mozi's heart method suppressing it, this person would probably become demonic due to excessive killing intent!" Fu Su closed his eyes and thought for a moment before saying: "Wuyue, having hatred in your heart will only make you more painful, more violent, and ultimately lead you down the demonic path. Why don't you try to see what it's like to have love in your heart? 'Demon Hand Holy Heart' is your best refuge! I'll also give you a nickname: 'Sword Demon', which should suit your temperament!" Wuyue heard this and seemed to be deep in thought, with a hint of gratitude flashing in his cold eyes. He bowed and retreated.