Chapter 3

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Lordbluefire

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This sword canon should be something created by a martial ancestor named the Bright Peacock King.

Back then when Xia Qingchen roamed the world, he had once seen the Bright Peacock King displaying his sword art before. This was why he had some impression of it.

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Swordsman Pingyang, who was originally laughing angrily, was startled. He surveyed Xia Qingchen in shock. “You actually recognize this sword art?”

Those who knew the origins of his sword art didn’t surpass five people in the Lone Cloud City. How did Xia Qingchen learn of it?

Xia Qingchen speechlessly walked over. He stretched out his hand. “Give me the sword, let me teach you what is the true [Peacock Sword Canon].”

“You, teach me?” Swordsman Pingyan was truly angry now.

He felt a deep humiliation.

As the number one martial tutor in Lone Cloud City, how many heaven chosens had he nurtured?

There only had been him guiding others, how would there be people who dared to say that they wanted to guide him?!

Today, a seventeen-year-old youngster actually dared to say something so arrogant. How could he not be enraged?

“Rotten wood, you are truly stubborn, beyond redemption!” Swordsman Pingyang flicked his finger and the might produced caused the purple seven-star sword to be embedded in the ground. “You want to guide me on my sword art, right? Fine, do as you wish! However, if you cannot make this old man submit, hehehe, I will no longer teach a student like you!”

Xia Qingchen looked apathetic. He walked forward and pulled out the purple seven-star sword.

Swordsman Pingyang watched icily from the side while laughing coldly in his heart. Most probably, Xia Qingchen didn’t even know how to hold a sword, right?

However, what surprised Swordsman Pingyang was that not only did Xia Qingchen skillfully hold the sword, but he could even create a sword flower in the air gracefully. Xia Qingchen sighed. “It has been a long time since I used a sword, I feel that I’m somewhat rusty now.”

After he had become invincible throughout the world, the Heaven Punishing Sword was sealed in its sheath. It was extremely rare for him to use it.

After getting a little familiar with the purple seven-star sword, Xia Qingchen glanced at Swordsman Pingyang. “Watch well then, I will only display this sword art once!”

As he spoke, his aura abruptly changed.

His calm eyes instantly turned sharp, shooting out beams of piercing starlight.

His entire body was like an unsheathed sword, brimming with sharpness!

“First stance: Peacock Spreads Its Tail!”

“Second stance: Shadowless Goose!”

“Third stance: Hundred Birds Return!”

It was as though Xia Qingchen was taking a leisure walk through a park. His footwork changed gracefully, complementing the slashing purple seven-star sword in his hand.

His sword moves reached perfection, completely devoid of flaws.

A hint of divine grace, which only manifested when one fully returned to the origins, formlessly began to flow forth.

In Swordsman Pingyang’s eyes, Xia Qingchen wasn’t displaying a sword art. He was a blade incarnation that was expounding the true essence of the swords.

That was the ultimate goal of those who pursued the sword path – One with the Sword!

Only a sword ancestor whose sword arts had reached the transformation level would be able to achieve this.

He was filled with disbelief. A seventeen-year-old youth actually reached the supreme realm of One with the Sword!

The wind rose, the clouds churned.

Shadows stopped, the sword halted.

Yet, the sword intent continued billowing forth relentlessly. It lasted for a long time before eventually fading.

Keng~

Xia Qingchen retracted his sword. He wasn’t too satisfied as he self-mocked, “I’ve truly grown rusty. I didn’t even manage to display such a simple sword canon well.”

In Swordsman Pingyang’s eyes, One with the Sword was the epitome of a flawless and wondrous sword art. But in Xia Qingchen’s eyes, this was nothing much!

Xia Qingchen casually waved his hand, impaling the purple seven-star sword in the ground before him. He placed his hands behind his back and spoke, “Although I only managed to display roughly about 70% to 80% of the [Peacock Sword Canon]’s essence, it is clearly much superior to yours! What the hell were you cultivating? Your sword moves are mixed, muddling the sword intent of each stance!”

Both were executing the [Peacock Sword Canon], but Swordsman Pingyang’s swordplay felt empty and weak, like a young child that was still developing. Its might was clearly way inferior.

Yet, Xia Qingchen managed to display the true intent this sword art ought to have. It was filled with profound mysteries, causing one to immerse themselves so deep to the point where they had no way to extricate themselves.

Swordsman Pingyang’s lips trembled. He was thinking hard, wanting to rebut.

However, he had nothing to say.

Xia Qingchen’s sword dao was clearly much higher than his. The difference between them was like the difference between the heavens and the earth.

“Your sword dao, which you are most proficient in, cannot even be compared to mine. But you still want to guide and tutor me?” Xia Qingchen’s eyes gleamed with a cold light.

Swordsman Pingyang felt chaos in his heart. This was the first time in his life that he met a youth whom he couldn’t see through.

“Sword techniques are only one of my specialties. This old man is still proficient in four other areas. Look carefully!” Maybe he still wished to prove himself and protect his prestige as a martial tutor.

Hence, he executed his finger arts that he was similarly extremely proficient in.

After watching, Xia Qingchen shook his head lightly. “Mediocre and ordinary!”

He continued, “Look closely, this is what true finger arts are!”

He executed the finger art Swordsman Pingyang had displayed earlier, demonstrating each move clearly. The ordinary finger art actually now had the concept of a supreme martial ancestor when being executed by Xia Qingchen!

Swordsman Pingyang’s face was flushed red with anger. “This old man is still proficient in fist techniques!”

Halfway through his display, Xia Qingchen shouted, “Truly unbearable to look at! You completely have no idea about one of the eight-stars and four secrets of fist techniques!”

“Open your eyes wide and take a look at what a true fist technique is!”

It was the same fist technique, but Xia Qingchen transformed this ordinary technique into a seemingly magical one, undoubtedly capable of causing people to shout with praise if there were any onlookers here!

Retracting his fists, Xia Qingchen coldly glanced at Swordsman Pingyang. “Do you still want to showcase your two other areas of proficiency?”

Right now, Swordsman Pingyang’s face alternated between shades of green and red. His chest heaved violently, displaying the tumultuous emotions in his heart.

Staring at the overbearing Xia Qingchen, Swordsman Pingyang lifted his index finger and pointed over. “You, you…”

Xia Qingchen coldly spoke, “Me? What about me? With your half-baked standards, you even dare to come out and guide others?”

Waving his hand, Xia Qingchen was like smacking a fly away. “Scram immediately, stop hampering students with your incompetence!”

Swordsman Pingyang, who was originally already extremely agitated, was now mercilessly berated by Xia Qingchen.

This extremely proud man felt a burst of anger attacking his heart, which caused him to involuntarily cough out blood. After that. his eyes rolled back and he fainted on the spot.

“So angry that he coughed out blood and fainted?” Xia Qingchen spoke with contempt.

A true expert would have a heart that was as receptive as an echoing canyon. How would one cough out blood due to agitation and faint because of pride?

A short while later, Xia Yuan who heard the grievous news swiftly hurried over.

When he saw the situation, his expression changed drastically!

“Don’t blame me, he got so angered that he coughed out blood and fainted.” Xia Qingchen helplessly shrugged.

Xia Yuan misunderstood. He thought that Xia Qingchen’s talent was too inferior and had angered Swordsman Pingyang to this extent due to his ineptness. Hence, he couldn’t help but have a face filled with worry.

“This is troublesome! Swordsman Pingyang is your elder cousin’s esteemed teacher. Your cousin has always been extremely respectful toward him. If he knew that you anger his teacher to this extent, he most probably wouldn’t let this matter rest,” Xia Yuan spoke with worry.

Right from the start, the genius Xia Qilin had always looked down on Xia Qingchen.

He had never treated Xia Qingchen as his own kin.

If he knew that his esteemed teacher was so angered to this extent by Xia Qingchen, he would definitely feel resentment in his heart.

“Could it be that he would attack our manor?” Xia Qingchen casually spoke.

Xia Yuan bitterly smiled. “Two months later, it will be the sixtieth birthday of your grandfather Xia Cangliu, and the birthday party will be held in your second uncle’s Northern Xia Manor. If you don’t go, people would surely call you unfilial.”

Xia Cangliu was Xia Yuan and Xia Xun’s father. He was also the grandfather of Xia Qingchen and Xia Qilin.

Because his second uncle had many businesses under him, as well as a larger residential place, his grandfather had always stayed in his second uncle’s place.

He would be extremely cold to Xia Qingchen’s father who was clearly worth much lesser compared to Xia Xun. He had never visited them before.

And for his birthday celebration this time, it was organized in Xia Qingchen’s second uncle’s house.

“When soldiers come, a general will block them. When water floods, the earth will absorb it. There would naturally be a solution at that time.” Xia Qingchen wasn’t bothered at all.

Would he fear a mere Xia Qilin?

As for Xia Yuan, he was clearly extremely worried. He commanded someone to send the unconscious Swordsman Pingyang back.

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A day later, at the Northern Xia Manor in the City.

Xia Qilin returned with a face filled with anger.

Xia Xun was pacing anxiously in the courtyard. Upon seeing his son’s return, he asked, “You went to see Master Pingyang, how is his condition?”

Yesterday, when he learned that something had happened to Master Pingyang, Xia Qilin had immediately headed forth to pay a visit. He only just returned now.

“Although my teacher has awakened, due to anger attacking his heart, his lower body is now paralyzed. He cannot get off the bed and walk; he also cannot speak.” Xia Qilin smashed a tiny stone lion beside him into pieces in a fit of anger. “That little bastard, Xia Qingchen, he actually caused my esteemed teacher to be in such a state. I’m going to cripple him!”

In his eyes, his younger paternal cousin wasn’t even as important as an outsider.

As he spoke, he turned and wanted to head to the Southern Xia Manor to account for this debt.

Xia Xun held him back as he shouted, “Foolish! So what if you head over now? If you really attacked, do you think your eldest uncle would sit on the fence?”

“What should I do then?” Xia Qilin impatiently wanted to expel this breath of bad qi for the sake of his esteemed teacher.

Xia Xun contemplated, “Your grandfather’s birthday will be held two months later. It is fine if he doesn’t come, but if he comes, you would be able to make plans.”

Upon hearing this, Xia Qilin’s eyes brightened. “Right. At that time, I will find some friends to aid me. I will definitely teach him a good lesson!”