"Master, did my punching disturb your sleep?"
Ling Feng noticed that Liu Rusi had woken up and stopped to ask.
"What do you think?" Liu Rusi rolled her eyes but curiously added, "However, that fist technique of yours is impressive. An Emperor-level technique? I've never heard of an Emperor-level technique in Baiyun Sect."
"Emperor-level? Do techniques have ranks too?"
"Of course! Martial techniques are divided into Heaven, Earth, Black, and Yellow levels. And above Heaven level is Emperor level! The strongest technique in Baiyun Sect is only Earth-level. Where did you get this Emperor-level technique?"
"It came from the treasure vault."
Ling Feng briefly explained his experience in the treasure vault.
"Ah, so that's how it is. You really are lucky, aren't you? A Sacred Martial Body with added fortune... my dear disciple, if you don't ascend to immortality, who will?" Liu Rusi teased.
"I'll do my best," Ling Feng scratched his head.
After finishing his punches, Ling Feng went to prepare breakfast.
While eating, he curiously asked, "Master, the Chaotic World Dominating Fist is an Emperor-level technique. What rank is the Misty Unrivaled Sword Classic you taught me?"
"It's beyond Emperor-level."
"Really? That strong? But I don't feel its power yet."
"That's because you haven't fully unlocked the power of this technique. The Misty Unrivaled Sword Classic is all about one thing—comprehension! Once you grasp its essence, the power will gradually reveal itself," Liu Rusi said calmly.
"Is that so? I'll do my best."
"Heh, it's not just about doing your best. Back in the day, it took me ten years to comprehend this technique. As for you... even though you have a Sacred Martial Body and a Clear Sword Heart, your comprehension is still a bit behind mine. It'll take you at least twenty years," Liu Rusi teased.
"Really?" Ling Feng smiled faintly, recalling his newly acquired talent...
Super Intuition!
After breakfast, he returned to his quarters and began cultivating the Misty Unrivaled Sword Classic.
As true qi flowed within him, he concentrated on comprehending the mysteries of the sword classic. Gradually, a silver-white sword shadow appeared in his mind.
The sword shadow was somewhat ethereal, like a cloud high in the sky, misty and unpredictable, ever-changing.
A peculiar sword intent began to form around Ling Feng.
As time passed, the sword intent grew stronger, expanding outward. The Seven-Star Longyuan sword beside him was the first to resonate, vibrating intensely.
In another room, Liu Rusi, who was resting, suddenly opened her eyes wide.
"No... It can't be?!"
"Did this brat really comprehend it?!"
The sword intent continued to spread, expanding from Miaomiao Peak to the entire Baiyun Sect.
Some disciples' swords began trembling uncontrollably.
In an instant, the entire sect echoed with the sound of countless swords humming!
This profound phenomenon shocked the sect master and others.
"This is... the Misty Unrivaled Sword Classic of my junior sister!"
"When she cultivated this technique back then, a similar phenomenon occurred. Now that it's happening again, does this mean she's making a comeback?"
"Liu Rusi, Liu Rusi... you were never one to accept defeat."
Some elders looked on with excitement.
Over the years, their complaints about Liu Rusi stemmed not only from her tarnishing the sect's reputation but also from a sense of disappointment. They all knew how astonishingly talented she had once been.
If she hadn't fallen...
Baiyun Sect would already be the number one sect in Great Zhou!
Many rushed to Miaomiao Peak, only to find Liu Rusi holding a wine jug, drinking in broad daylight.
The hopeful crowd was immediately disheartened.
Damn.
She's still like this?!
"Sigh, Senior Brother, I knew you all would come. But let me clarify—this phenomenon has nothing to do with me. It's my dear disciple who's responsible," Liu Rusi said lazily.
"Ling Feng? What happened to him?"
"He comprehended my Misty Unrivaled Sword Classic."
"Impossible! Isn't that sword classic something only extraordinary people can cultivate? Even if they could, comprehending its true essence is extremely difficult."
"My dear disciple is no ordinary person," Liu Rusi smiled.
The elders thought about it and realized she had a point.
They looked towards Ling Feng's room, their eyes filled with anticipation.
"Ling Feng's talent is terrifying. He's much more than just a Sacred Martial Body. The future of Baiyun Sect rests on his shoulders."
"Indeed. We can't rely on his master anymore, so he's our only hope."
Liu Rusi rolled her eyes and waved her hand, "Go, go! Don't get in the way. If you disturb my dear disciple's cultivation, I won't forgive you."
The group left, not daring to linger.
Several hours later.
Ling Feng emerged from his state of comprehension.
At this point, his sword aura had become incredibly refined—more than ten times stronger than before. His cultivation had also advanced from Martial Master First Stage to Martial Master Ninth Stage!
He was just one small step away from reaching the Martial Spirit Realm!
In just a day, he had made such progress.
If word got out, it would surely astonish countless people.
Stepping out of his room, Ling Feng noticed the sky had already darkened.
The soft moonlight bathed the purple bamboo forest. Amid the trees, Liu Rusi was drinking alone under the moon, holding a wine jug. Wine trickled from the corner of her lips, sliding down her jade-like face, along her long, white neck, and disappearing into the deep curves of her chest…
Sensing Ling Feng's emergence, Liu Rusi smiled slightly.
She tossed the wine jug over.
Ling Feng caught it and took a few gulps.
"My dear disciple, how was the power of the Misty Unrivaled Sword Classic? Doesn't it rival the Chaotic World Dominating Fist?" Liu Rusi asked with a smile.
"Yes, it's indeed powerful. As expected of a technique created by my master."
"The power of this technique can still increase, eventually surpassing the limits of Emperor-level techniques! But you must remember, on the path of martial arts, true strength never comes from techniques, divine weapons, or even miraculous pills..."
"All of these are created by people!"
"Thus, true strength always comes from the person themselves!"
"You have great talent—a Sacred Martial Body, a Clear Sword Heart, and you're cultivating an Emperor-level technique. In a few short years, you will undoubtedly rise to prominence. However, you must never become arrogant. Always maintain a firm heart in pursuit of the Dao!" Liu Rusi said slowly.
She felt her words might not have been strong enough, so she slowly walked toward Ling Feng. With each step she took, her aura gradually intensified.
It grew stronger and stronger.
By the time she stood in front of Ling Feng, he no longer felt like he was facing Liu Rusi but rather an unfathomable, towering divine mountain!
In a trance, Ling Feng seemed to see an ancient, desolate desert behind Liu Rusi. In that desert, countless swords were planted in the ground—greatswords, short swords, thin swords, all types were there.
The barren desert seemed to be a graveyard of swords!
And Liu Rusi was the one who had buried all these weapons!
What the heck?!
Has my master become so strong that she's causing hallucinations?!
A cold sweat broke out on Ling Feng's forehead.
But just as quickly as her aura had come, it vanished.
Ling Feng let out a sigh of relief.
Liu Rusi patted his shoulder and smiled, "What you just saw was only the tip of the iceberg of my strength! So keep working hard. Whenever you think you've become too strong, invincible even, just remember me!"
"Understood, Master," Ling Feng nodded.
In his heart, he set a new goal.
That was to surpass Liu Rusi!