Zhang San, please behave yourself!
Chapter 74 - 74 74 Slash Blade Intent

74: Chapter 74: Slash Blade Intent 74: Chapter 74: Slash Blade Intent Upon hearing that the dam was originally a knife, Zhang San couldn’t help but grow curious and immediately ran toward the top of the dam.

Zhao Siyang watched from behind and couldn’t help but chuckle.

He’s just sixteen or seventeen years old, still a child at heart.

What’s there to see about this dam?

Wait a second!

He isn’t thinking of running away again, is he?

Zhao Siyang immediately chased after him.

At this moment, Zhang San’s right hand was roaring with the Thunder Method, while his left hand condensed and channeled the power of ghosts and gods.

Because on the left side of the dam churned the Yin River, and on the right side lay a bottomless abyss.

As Zhang San walked atop the dam, he could sense Yin and Yang, enabling him to grow stronger in the stage of Yin and Yang Harmony.

Zhao Siyang, sprinting madly from behind, looked at the dashing figure of Zhang San in front and felt helpless.

Why did I capture him in the first place?

Did I catch a horse?

Why does he always think about running?

However, just as Zhao Siyang was about to catch up, he saw Zhang San ahead suddenly turn around and strike at him.

“Zhao Siyang, spar with me.

I feel as though I’m about to gain some insight and breakthrough again.”

Zhang San’s Yin and Yang Harmony was only at Great Achievement, but not yet Perfect.

He felt that sparring with Zhao Siyang for a while longer would perfect his Yin and Yang Harmony.

Zhao Siyang was exasperated!

Am I just a sparring partner?

But Zhang San had already launched an attack, and standing on a higher slope, he had the tactical advantage from above, forcing Zhao Siyang to defend himself.

“The best way to train here is with Blade Intent!”

“Haven’t you noticed?

The entire dam is actually a huge Blade Guan.

If you could comprehend even a little bit of Blade Intent, it would benefit you immensely.”

Zhang San grinned wryly and sighed, “Too bad I don’t know any Blade Techniques.”

Swish—

Before Zhang San could finish speaking, he suddenly drew his Horizontal Blade and swept it towards Zhao Siyang.

“I knew it, not a single true word comes out of your mouth!”

As he spoke, Zhao Siyang also drew out his long sword, pitting it against the Horizontal Blade.

Seeing Zhao Siyang’s ferocious swordsmanship, Zhang San was taken aback.

“Just a moment ago you were calling me ‘dad’, and now you turn your back on me without sentiment, traitorous child!”

Zhao Siyang, filled with frustration, thrust his long sword at Zhang San fervently.

In that instant, Zhao Siyang’s Sword Qi was fierce and unyielding, but Zhang San dodged with a swift movement.

With a whoosh, Zhao Siyang’s Sword Qi directly carved a fine crack on the surface of the dam.

“Bad move!

We can’t fight here.

If we damage the dam, the Yin River might break through and flow out.”

Zhang San curled his lips and swung his blade at Zhao Siyang, “Really?”

“Of course it’s true, you can’t joke about such things!”

Zhao Siyang immediately released the realm’s restrictions and with one sword strike, forced Zhang San to kneel on the ground.

Zhang San formed a protective shield with Qi in front of him, then thrust the Horizontal Blade into the ground, bracing himself from kneeling.

Seeing Zhang San hold back, Zhao Siyang retracted his sword.

However, Zhang San, now facing downhill, began to slide down bit by bit due to the loss of Zhao Siyang’s sword as a counteracting force.

His own weight and the slick surface of Blade Guan Dam caused Zhang San to slide downward gently.

At first, Zhang San thought he would stop soon and didn’t pay much mind.

But for some reason, the sliding accelerated more and more.

Zhang San had no choice but to dig his Horizontal Blade firmly into the ground to halt himself.

Yet inexplicably, the speed of his slide was unstoppable.

Zhao Siyang watched as the scar from Zhang San’s blade on the ground grew deeper and wider, sensing an ominous feeling.

“Zhang San, stop!”

“I can’t stop at all!”

Zhang San had just shouted when he abruptly came to a halt.

Zhao Siyang ran over to him, looked at Zhang San, who had changed his sitting position on the ground, and the damaged ground that did not cause any harm to the dam, and he sighed with relief.

“What in the world happened?

How did you start sliding all of a sudden?”

Zhang San shook his head; he didn’t know what had happened.

“Fortunately, the dam is not broken.”

No sooner had he spoken than the ground that Zhang San had just scarred with his blade erupted with countless ethereal blade shadows.

These blade shadows burst forth in an instant, and all rushed towards Zhang San.

Pfft—

At that moment, Zhang San felt as though he was pierced through the heart by myriad arrows.

“It’s Blade Intent!

Quickly absorb and refine them!

Think of the Blade Techniques you’ve learned!”

Zhao Siyang never expected that from the cracks would truly emerge Blade Intent.

Thankfully, it was only some fragmented, faint Blade Intent.

Otherwise, with Zhang San’s cultivation and understanding of Blade Techniques, he would definitely have sustained heavy injuries from the Blade Intent.

But at that moment, Zhang San felt as though he had been severely wounded, pierced by Blade Intent in at least a hundred places.

He immediately closed his eyes as per Zhao Siyang’s instructions, recalling the Blade Techniques he had previously learned in his mind.

However, the more Zhang San thought about the Blade Techniques he had learned, the more he noticed that many moves from those techniques faded from his memory, until they vanished completely.

The Blade Techniques he had cultivated in his dreams for eight years disappeared more and more until, at last, only one move remained—Slash!

Zhang San seemed to comprehend that the core of all Blade Techniques boiled down to one word—Slash!

Zhao Siyang, watching Zhang San gradually refine the Blade Intent, fell into deep thought.

His master had said that he was a person blessed with great Qi Luck, so why did it feel like ever since he met Zhang San, all his great Qi Luck had been absorbed by him?

Yet, as Zhao Siyang was lost in thought, he failed to notice a drop of blood flowing from Zhang San’s chest—where the Blade Intent wounded him—dripped down, and with a plunk, fell into the cut in the ground.

Meanwhile, back at Shehong Stockade, where the elaborate ceremony of marriage had just concluded and the crowd dispersed,

an elder with the surname Jiang sat in his room, watching Zhang San refining Blade Intent in the small mirror, he took back the finger that had been behind Zhang San all along, pushing him downward, and smiled lightly.

“The soul is not one, yet it’s not possession; rather it has fused more with the self, as if they are one.

This is not only a way to evade the Path of Life and Death; I fear it may even circumvent the rules of the Six Paths of this world.

How intriguing!”