Lord Shadow

Azief then casually thrust forward his sword. The entire mountain seems to tremble. But if that is the case then that means Azief has recovered all of his power.

And he is not. The mountain did not tremble but it was the heart that trembles. Xi Feng heart trembles so he felt the whole world is trembling

Azief lifted his sword, thrusted it forward and the sword light illuminate the entire mountaintop.

The entire mountain top seems to be filled with sword intent. For that one moment, Xi Feng did not think naming the hut the Immortal Sword Hut is inappropriate.

Because right now he felt like he was surrounded by millions of swords.

If there was not the thick fog and mist around the mountain top of the Five Finger Mountain, the villagers below the mountain could see that the entire mountain top was shining with silver light like the light of ascension.

That sword light force Xi Feng to avert his gaze as the sword sliced through the air, a large suction force distorting the space around the mountaintop

The clouds were sucked upwards like there is large suction force from beyond the Heavens.

Was it real? Xi Feng believes it to be real, so it becomes real.

The sword light dissipated and all that was left is a deep gash on the ground just beside Xi Feng feet.

It was deep and it look like there is against that hack his weapon deep into the ground.

Xi Feng could even feel the area around that deep gash feel hot and smokes rises up to the air as the area around the large cut seems to turns the ice to gas

‘What did I infuse with my sword?’ Azief asks Xi Feng.

Xi Feng was still dazed. He looks at his teacher, his knee is still on the ground, and he felt goosebumps rising on his back.

Even till now, he still did not know the true identity of his teacher.

This kind of power and ability, he should have been famous all over the martial arts world.

But even when he thinks of all the description of grandmasters of the martial art worlds, he never heard of someone resembling his teacher.

There are a few grandmasters that is noted in the world of martial arts. At least the known one.

There is Immortal Tian in Yong. Old Dragon Li in the Eastern Yuan.

Abbot of Xi temple on top of the Shaohua Mountain.

The Sect leader of the Sword Residence Fang Jian in the state of Ruo, Demonic Monarch Xie in state of Jinglin, White Robed Lady Duan and the Mad Monk Kong Xuan, the exiled monk of the Xi temple.

But none of them could fit the description of his teacher.

He does not only look young but he also has enormous internal energy and his understanding of sword technique could be considered supreme

As he was lost in thought, Azief saw Xi Feng who was dazed. He shakes his head and then shouted.

‘Hei’

His teacher shout brought him back to his current situation and he finally remember what his teacher had asked him

He immediately knows the answer. Because he felt it when that sword light fills the mountain top

He felt it trembling in his heart. He remembers that grandmaster level martial art could affect the heart is their strike is infused by their will

‘Will. Master has infused will in the sword strike’ Azief smiles proudly and nodded

‘Yes’ he said and then said to Xi Feng

‘Your will is full of chaos and uncertainty, making you unable to understand the essence of the Flowing Sword Arts. To me it is simple. It is free but it is not freedom. It is free because it accepts and embrace.’

Then he pointed his sword straight at Xi Feng and said

‘Now, try to attack me’

Before Xi Feng even had the time to respond, Azief slaps his hand on his ice stone bed as he flies out from his hut, the snow around his hut were all swept backward as his hut look like winter never came.

His speed is akin to lightning as internal energy shrouding his entire body, causing the air friction around him to release heat melting the ice on his trail to melt.

his sword is striking forward, there is no hesitation and it felt like a judgment from heaven is descending.

The wind roars and space around him seems to be distorted by the powerful internal energy around him

They were about to clash and Xi Feng instinct causes him to try to deflect Azief attack. Azief saw it and restrain his energy.

If he clashed with his disciple like this, Xi Feng would have all of his bones broken

Unconsciously, Xi Feng moves his sword as he tries to change the course of that sword moves to the left.

Azief let the sword guide his sword to the left but then he swiftly pulls back the sword as it grazes the edge of Xi Feng sword and broken his sword moves in one swift motion

Azief only smiles as he talks while instructing Xi Feng. He is teaching Xi Feng the new technique he thought about. It is just a simple modification to the Flowing Sword Arts.

‘Remember this. This move is for you to temper your heart. This move is forceful and heavy’ Then he instructed Xi Feng by using his sword move.

His leg could not move but because of his large amount of internal energy, it looked like he was floating as he move Xi Feng sword using his sword as a teaching stick, to correct his flaws.

It takes him around fifteen minutes to finish instructing him and then as he saw Xi Feng is slowly familiarizing himself with the new technique, Azief decided it was enough.

He pushes his palm forward and boom erupted, the sound shakes the entire mountain top as Azief flew backward gracefully like he was an immortal returning back to his immortal residence as he floated down back at his ice bed

Xi Feng had many holes in his clothes and cut making him look to be in a sorry state.

There are even a few wounds but he did not feel resentful at all toward his master. His teacher truly teaches him a marvelous martial art.

Even if he was put on a more torturous training he would not mind it if he could learn such a powerful sword technique.

The door of his teacher hut is still open, and he could see his teacher sitting cross legged on his ice bed.

That ice bed was made by his teacher. He did not know how his teacher made it but he must have his own way.

Looking at his teacher, he truly felt that his teacher was a true Sword Immortal.

From what he could understand, the sword arts his Master teaches him still have that essence of Flowing Sword Arts but it was like it is the reverse of the Flowing Sword Arts but yet it is not. He could assimilate the five moves he had understand into the new sword arts his teacher had taught him but at the same time the sword art is also different in that instead of following the flow, it goes against the flow, instead of being light and free, it is heavy and disciplined.

Instead of possessing a carefree aura of that of an immortal leisurely walking on the clouds, it has the aura of a crazed demons slaughtering immortals.

Yet, at the same time that contradictory essence of sword arts is fused perfectly in his teacher sword art.

His master told him that the sword art would be flawed and incomplete. He had expected a mediocre sword art aimed at supplementing his sword art and train his confused heart.

But if this is the flawed and incomplete sword arts, then he shudders to think what is a complete and flawless sword art in the standard of his master eyes.

‘Do you understand?’ Azief ask Xi Feng

‘I understand’

‘Don’t practice in the snow. Being diligent does not mean you have to be stupid. Instead of practicing your swordsmanship in the morning, train your internal energy. Now go catch some game. I want to eat’ Azief said as he waves his hand and the door of his hut like being pushed by a wind gust closed itself.

Xi Feng smiles and nodded as he got up from his kneeling pose and went to his residence.

***

I predicted that there will be a great tribulation descending on all of you on the last day of this month. Be prapred to suck up all of your spirit stone sso that you all could endure the tribulation.

Asura I think have reached Disk Formation with being teh firts all the time. Anyway, see you all tomorrow and leave some comment and don’t forget to vote