Chapter 929: Little Trick for Using a Sword

Hearing Lu Yang’s idea, Daoist Buyu suddenly felt that his disciple had truly graduated, realizing there was no longer any need to impart his own ultimate, shameless tactics to him.

He sensed that Lu Yang was fully capable of devising a set of shameless techniques perfectly suited to himself, ones that would feel far more natural in his own hands.

The disciple had indeed excelled the master.

With this Myriad Swords Returning to Ancestor technique, let alone Lu Yang being his own disciple, even if he were not, any outsider would certainly mistake him for one.

Lu Yang felt that his modified method was indeed highly practical; putting aside how it resolved the issue of the technique being too ostentatious, simply fixing the problem of not being able to use the Seven Star Sword Formation publicly proved its worth.

After all, to the outside world, the Seven Star Sword Formation belonged to Young Sect Leader Lu, having absolutely nothing to do with Lu Yang.

Never having the chance to unleash the Seven Star Sword Formation had made Lu Yang feel rather apologetic toward the blades.

This was a method that accomplished multiple goals at once.

Soon, Lu Yang concealed both the Chengying Sword and the Seven Star Sword Formation within the miniature world of the Qingfeng Sword, executing the Myriad Swords Returning to Ancestor once more.

As expected, no anomalies could be detected from the outside, prompting even Daoist Buyu to give a thumbs-up and praise it as remarkably insidious.

Though praised by his master, Lu Yang did not grow complacent; instead, he settled his mind to practice executing the technique with even greater proficiency, drawing frequent nods of approval from Daoist Buyu, who noted that his young disciple’s temperament was far better than his own had been in his youth.

Back then, if he had thought of such an insidious move, he would have already rushed off to ambush someone instead of continuing his cultivation.

Seven days passed, and Lu Yang could finally execute the Myriad Swords Returning to Ancestor with seamless mastery; when a strike came down, not even Daoist Buyu could distinguish whether it was the ultimate technique or an ordinary slash, let alone anyone else.

During these seven days, the three women—Yun Zhi, Yun Mengmeng, and Gan Tian—came and went; Yun Mengmeng had even crouched nearby to watch Lu Yang cultivate for a while, but finding it thoroughly boring, she returned to listening to melodies.

With food, drink, and tunes to hear, her days were exceedingly comfortable, far more pleasant than life in the secret realm.

“If I had known, I would have left the secret realm to seek you out long ago, Xiao Zhi,” Yun Mengmeng said as she listened to the music, swaying her head and humming a couple of lines when the mood struck her, her voice pleasant and melodious, blending wonderfully with Gan Tian’s sweet tune, much to Gan Tian's surprise.

“Have you studied singing?”

“No, I just sing for fun.”

Gan Tian grew even more astonished, which meant this was pure, unadulterated talent.

“Shall we perform an ensemble? I will play the instrument, and you can sing.”

The harmony of zither and song would be highly beneficial to her cultivation of the Dao of Rhythm, though she simply had not found the right person until now.

“Sure,” Yun Mengmeng agreed very happily.

With his divine ability successfully cultivated, Lu Yang sheathed the Qingfeng Sword with deep satisfaction, bid farewell to his master, and eagerly went to find Meng Jingzhou.

“Old Meng, are you there? Come out and spar,” Lu Yang shouted, directly blocking Meng Jingzhou’s doorway.

Old Ma stood guard at the entrance, completely failing in his duty as a Dao Protector, allowing Lu Yang to shout at the top of his lungs.

With the solar energy increasing, Old Ma found that the dried hay currently being sun-cured was remarkably chewy and tasted much better than before, so he had been busy curing hay recently.

Looking at the patch of dried hay on the ground, Old Ma felt a greater sense of accomplishment than he ever did being a Dao Protector.

“What are you ghost-wailing about?” Meng Jingzhou emerged, completely drenched, having just crawled out of ice water.

To soothe his restless inner fire, Meng Jingzhou had been soaking in ice water to keep himself calm.

“I just learned a couple of moves, thought I'd spar with you,” Lu Yang smiled.

“Oh ho, looks like you think you can fight now,” Meng Jingzhou’s interest was piqued; with a shake of his body, he stopped suppressing his yang energy, and the terrifying heat he radiated instantly dried his clothes and hair.

He had studied under his old ancestor for over a year, and combined with the exploding solar energy that strengthened his Single Spiritual Root, his power could be described as advancing by leaps and bounds; a mere Lu Yang was nothing to fear.

“What exactly did you learn?” Meng Jingzhou looked askance at Lu Yang, inherently feeling that this grandson of a gun harbored foul intentions.

“Just two minor sword tricks, nothing more,” Lu Yang said modestly.

Just as Lu Yang never believed Meng Jingzhou’s nonsense, Meng Jingzhou did not believe Lu Yang’s nonsense either.

Seeing that the two were about to fight, Old Ma took the initiative to gather up the hay currently sun-curing, clearing a space for them.

Lu Yang and Meng Jingzhou stood upon the lawn; a gentle breeze blew past, causing the grass to roll in wave after wave, their robes fluttering along with it.

Meng Jingzhou gave a loud shout as his vigorous yang energy formed a unique aura; with his fists placed one in front of the other, he assumed a firm horse stance, watching Lu Yang warily.

Lu Yang drew the Qingfeng Sword from his waist, the blade scraping against the mouth of the scabbard with a sharp hiss.

Steadying his grip, Lu Yang raised the Qingfeng Sword, its tip pointed directly at Meng Jingzhou without a single tremor, and barked sharply, “Meng Jingzhou, why do you not kneel upon seeing this genius!”

Meng Jingzhou was instantly enraged: “I'll kneel to your grandf—”

Before he could finish his sentence, Meng Jingzhou fell to the ground with a thud, kneeling with a look of utter bewilderment.

Forced to kneel—Meng Jingzhou was entirely too familiar with this sensation; this was the god-damned Immortal-Destroying Sword Array.

The problem was, when on earth did Lu Yang execute the Immortal-Destroying Sword Array?

“How about it? Are you struggling to figure out how I did it?” Seeing Old Meng’s thoroughly baffled expression, Lu Yang felt an indescribable rush of satisfaction.

Meng Jingzhou nodded honestly; he truly wanted to know how Lu Yang had accomplished this.

“It's very simple; my Qingfeng Sword contains a miniature world, so I can execute the Immortal-Destroying Sword Array inside that world first, and then unleash the Myriad Swords Returning to Ancestor. This way, whomever I point my sword at must kneel.”

Meng Jingzhou: "..."

Who could possibly defend against that?

Lu Yang ceased maintaining the Immortal-Destroying Sword Array, allowing Meng Jingzhou to stand up.

“Come, come, come, now the fight officially begins,” Lu Yang smiled, wearing an expression of absolute certainty that made Meng Jingzhou grit his teeth; did he truly think there was no way to handle him?

“Take my sword, the Break Formula!”

Lu Yang shouted as the Qingfeng Sword thrust forward, piercing the air with lightning speed.

A cold smirk touched the corner of Meng Jingzhou's mouth; a mere Break Formula was frankly looking down on him too much. He originally intended to withstand it directly, but suddenly an indescribable sense of foreboding enveloped his heart, prompting him to instinctively dodge the strike.

A trench was carved directly into the ground where Meng Jingzhou had stood.

Meng Jingzhou suddenly recalled that when Lu Yang explained how he secretly executed the Immortal-Destroying Sword Array just now, he mentioned that one had to deploy the Immortal-Destroying Sword Array first, and then execute the Myriad Swords Returning to Ancestor.

With a loud clang, the Qingfeng Sword collided with a primordial giant hand, piercing through its skin and nearly boring all the way through.

“A Dharma Body?” Lu Yang said in surprise; this primordial giant hand was a fragment of some kind of Dharma Body.

It appeared that while studying under Meng Junzi, Old Meng had learned how to manifest a Dharma Body.

Lu Yang struck with his sword once more, thrusting at the primordial hand again.

Unexpectedly, this time the Qingfeng Sword failed to pierce the primordial hand; it was merely an ordinary sword move.

Just as Meng Jingzhou prepared to retract the giant hand, Lu Yang delivered a fourth strike, once again nearly boring through it, startling Meng Jingzhou so much that he dared not make any other moves.

The Myriad Swords Returning to Ancestor!

Sweat beaded on Meng Jingzhou’s forehead as he vaguely realized this bastard Lu Yang’s tactic.

The Myriad Swords Returning to Ancestor looked identical to a normal sword strike; without exchanging blows, it was impossible to tell them apart.

Meng Jingzhou could not yet maintain his Dharma Body indefinitely; ultimately, the primordial hand disintegrated, and he was forced to admit defeat.

“Fine, fine, you win.”

Meng Jingzhou looked at Lu Yang thoroughly annoyed: “Where did you learn such an unprincipled move?”

Let alone himself, any ordinary early-stage Soul Transformation cultivator would be unable to cope with such an unprincipled technique.

Straightening his robes, Lu Yang said earnestly, “Master said that to the outside world, I must claim I comprehended this move entirely on my own, and that it has nothing to do with him.”