The Extreme Alchemist of the Mighty Cauldron
Chapter 1280 - Chapter 1280 Chapter 1379 Imparting Sword Tao

Chapter 1280: Chapter 1379: Imparting Sword Tao Chapter 1280: Chapter 1379: Imparting Sword Tao “What’s wrong?” the Old Dried Corpse asked.

Fang Lin shook his head, “Nothing, just suddenly feeling a bit uneasy.”

“Oh? Such baseless unease might indicate that something has happened to someone related to you,” the Old Dried Corpse suggested.

Fang Lin grunted in acknowledgment. With the Old Dried Corpse’s words, the unease in his heart grew a bit more intense.

“Don’t overthink it. Just wait until you’ve finished cultivating at the Thunder Pool,” said the Old Dried Corpse.

Fang Lin nodded, suppressed the unease in his heart, and continued to cultivate with his eyes closed. He was at a stage of breakthrough, and if the slight unease affected his progress, it would be unfortunate. He had to breakthrough before anything else.

In Qian Country, within the Purple Mist Sect.

At the Martial Sect’s Sinking Sword Lake, Qing Jianzi was seated by the lake, while an ugly old man walked back and forth beside him, hands behind his back.

“Kid, you have good aptitude. Let me think about what to teach you,” the ugly old man said as he ambled around.

Qing Jianzi watched the old man pacing back and forth in front of him, and it wasn’t long before he started to feel dizzy from the motion.

“Senior, I’m getting a bit dizzy,” Qing Jianzi said helplessly.

Hearing this, the ugly old man curled his lips, “Look at you, so lacking in mettle.”

Qing Jianzi was on the verge of tears. You move so fast, like a gust of wind, swirling around before my eyes. Anyone would get dizzy.

“You have an affinity with the Wandering Dragon Sword, which shows that you, boy, have enough fate. How about this, I’ll demonstrate a set of swordsmanship for you. Watch carefully and don’t get dizzy,” the ugly old man declared.

Qing Jianzi nodded repeatedly.

Then the ugly old man casually picked up a nearby twig and performed a set of swordsmanship before Qing Jianzi.

The ugly old man’s movements were not fast; in fact, they were somewhat slow, making each sword move appear very clear.

Yet Qing Jianzi still felt as if he were in a dreamlike illusion, deeply astonished in his heart.

After one iteration, the ugly old man looked towards Qing Jianzi, “How was it? Did you understand?”

Qing Jianzi, awakened by the old man’s voice, nodded with a mixture of comprehension and confusion.

The ugly old man frowned slightly, then tossed the twig to Qing Jianzi, “You try it.”

Qing Jianzi took the twig and immediately performed the swordsmanship he had just observed in front of the ugly old man.

Qing Jianzi had a great memory, especially when it came to swordsmanship and techniques–he was naturally sharp, one might say he never forgets what he sees.

However, when it came to the set of sword moves demonstrated by the ugly old man, Qing Jianzi could only get halfway through before he found himself unable to continue.

Even the half of the sword moves he managed to perform were executed in a clumsy and stumbling manner.

Seeing this, the ugly old man did not display any disappointment. Instead, he smiled slightly and nodded, seeming rather pleased with Qing Jianzi.

“Senior, I’ve made a fool of myself,” Qing Jianzi stood there awkwardly, his face filled with shame.

The ugly old man deliberately put on a stern face, “Look at you. I performed so slowly, yet you didn’t remember it all. What’s wrong with your head?”

Qing Jianzi felt increasingly ashamed.

However, the ugly old man did not deliberately humiliate Qing Jianzi further; he patted his shoulder and once again performed the sword moves.

This time, Qing Jianzi watched with even greater concentration, not blinking once, following every sword move made by the ugly old man.

The ugly old man performed the sword moves at a slightly faster pace the second time, and because Qing Jianzi had seen them once before, he did not find it as difficult to keep up with this second viewing.

“You try it,” the ugly old man said, tossing the twig back to Qing Jianzi and inviting him to perform the moves again.

This time, Qing Jianzi was much more confident, having mostly memorized the sword moves. Once he began to execute them, they looked somewhat respectable.

The ugly old man stroked his beard and nodded in approval, satisfied with Qing Jianzi’s comprehension. The only area that left him somewhat dissatisfied was Qing Jianzi’s low starting point; he had not been instructed by a famous teacher, and while his Sword Tao achievements might be considered outstanding in the Lower Three Kingdoms, and decent in the Middle Three Kingdoms, in the eyes of a Sword Tao master like the ugly old man, they were hardly worth mentioning.

Moreover, Qing Jianzi was past the prime age for sword practice; his Root Bone was nearly set, unlike the teenagers of thirteen or fourteen whose Root Bones were still malleable, which is the best time to practice swordsmanship.

Nonetheless, the ugly old man was once the Sword Head of the Nine Countries, and his mastery of Sword Tao was profound and sublime. Even if Qing Jianzi’s circumstances were not ideal, he was confident that he could teach him to become a Sword Tao expert. How far Qing Jianzi could go would depend on Qing Jianzi himself.

…

In a stone chamber in the back mountain of Purple Mist Peak, the Sect Master Han Luoyun also entered into seclusion.

His Cultivation was at the peak of the Ninth Layer of the Spirit Vein, just one step away from stepping into the Spirit Bone realm.

Fang Lin had already given him some Pills to assist him in breaking through his Cultivation level.

At this moment, Han Luoyun was preparing to give his all to break through to the Spirit Bone realm.

The Cultivation levels of the past Sect Masters of the Purple Mist Sect were not very high, with only the very earliest Sect Masters surpassing the Spirit Bone realm.

As time went on, the Cultivation levels of the Sect Masters of the Purple Mist Sect diminished, with hardly anyone stepping into the Spirit Bone realm, mainly hovering around the Spirit Vein realm.

Currently, there were only two individuals in the Purple Mist Sect who had reached the Spirit Bone realm, but they were both nearing the end of their lifespans, barely sustaining themselves on Pills.

These two Spirit Bone experts were the Purple Mist Sect’s last resort, and in the current situation, two Spirit Bone masters might not seem like much. However, in times of peace, having these two Spirit Bone experts ensured a very stable status for the Purple Mist Sect within the Lower Three Kingdoms.

At the gates of the Purple Mist Sect, a figure quietly appeared, wearing a black iron mask and a large black robe, concealing his face and body beneath the robe and mask.

He stood at the gates of the Purple Mist Sect, yet the Disciples guarding the gates failed to notice him.

The masked individual gazed at the Purple Mist Sect with a look that was both sorrowful and complex, tinged with a hint of hatred, as if suppressing a burning rage.

Just then, a Longsword suddenly fell from the sky, thrusting into the ground before the masked man, its blade still quivering, emitting a humming sound.

The masked man was startled; he knew that there was a strong swordsman somewhere within the Purple Mist Sect, and this action was clearly intended as a warning to him.

The masked man did not linger; he turned and left, and only then did the guarding Disciples notice a sword stuck in the ground not far away.

…

Thousands of miles away from Qian Country, three figures appeared out of thin air.

One of them had an aged face, wearing a gray robe and fluttering behind him were three ancient lamps.

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