An Chen didn't know why he said such words.
Walking home in the evening, An Chen thought quietly, but he rarely understood.
Perhaps it was still because of their shared plight.
"You're back!"
Su Xiaojiu, wearing pajamas, stood at the entrance, welcoming An Chen home.
"You just played with your phone all day?"
An Chen had returned once at noon, and at that time, he saw Su Xiaojiu lying on the sofa looking at her phone, which was still connected to a charging cable, completely looking like an internet-addicted girl.
"Hehe…"
Su Xiaojiu scratched her head and smiled.
"Isn't it because you won't let me go out? I can't just sleep all the time in your house, can I? I can't even sleep!"
"That's true."
An Chen nodded and continued to ask Su Xiaojiu:
"By the way, do you know any basic skills, or perhaps fist techniques, sword techniques, or saber techniques? Can you teach me?"
He currently had the Realm, but completely lacked the ability to fight, and An Chen felt this was wrong.
To put it bluntly, Cultivation was not for ascending to immortality, but for having the power to fight back when others bullied him.
This was what Chen Sheng said.
The Cultivation World itself operated on the Law of the jungle.
The Qingfeng Skill was just a Cultivation Technique for Cultivation; it contained almost no information about skills and Martial Skills, only some simple spiritual power usage techniques.
"Your Qingfeng Sect is skilled in using wind and swords, while our Fire Phoenix Sect is skilled in using fire. Switching between different elemental spiritual powers might be a bit conflicting for new Cultivator, so I still recommend you Cultivate your Sect's skills first."
"What about ordinary ones that don't use elemental spiritual power?"
"I do know a little; I know a pretty good Saber Technique."
An Chen's eyes lit up immediately upon hearing this.
"Can you teach me?"
Su Xiaojiu pinched her chin and thought for a long time. An Chen didn't know what she was thinking, so he simply asked directly:
"Are you considering whether or not to teach me?"
"No, I'm just forgetting if my dad said whether this Saber Technique could be taught to outsiders."
"…"
Su Xiaojiu finally waved her hand and said cheerfully:
"It's a basic Saber Technique, not a secret of the Fire Phoenix Sect. It should be fine!"
She took out a jade talisman, slightly smaller than the tongshen jade talisman, from her qiankun bag and handed it to An Chen.
"Your room is too small, I can't teach you well. Just pour spiritual power into it, and you'll naturally learn it. Hmm… give it back to me before the next Transmigration!"
An Chen knew what this was.
This kind of jade talisman could store text and even images. By pouring spiritual power into it, it could connect to the Sea of Consciousness for direct learning.
The tongshen jade talisman could even transmit these Cultivation Techniques and Secret Manuals, and they could also be directly saved in the tongshen jade talisman. However, many Schools believed that transmitting such precious Cultivation Techniques and Secret Manuals on the tongshen jade talisman was prone to being stolen by the Tong Shen Hall, so they still used this relatively more primitive method of teaching.
Of course, some Sects used even more primitive books, like the Qingfeng Sect.
An Chen picked up the jade talisman and poured a little spiritual power into it. His mind was once again split into two.
This time, he didn't have the awkward feeling he had last time using the tongshen jade talisman; instead, he had already gotten used to it.
Before his eyes appeared a middle-aged man. The middle-aged man was muscular and not particularly broad, but he exuded a sense of power.
He held a saber in his hand. The saber had a straight blade, but its length was only about that of a forearm.
An Chen had originally thought that this so-called Saber Technique was the kind used by the Hanzi (Man) he met at the internet cafe, involving large sabers. But now it seemed, this was probably a bayonet Saber Technique used for close-quarters combat?
The middle-aged man stood upright, eyes closed tightly. Suddenly, his left leg stepped forward, and his right hand, holding the saber, was hidden by his side. Because he was holding the saber in a reverse grip, the blade was tightly pressed against his forearm.
This was hiding the saber.
With this method, before the battle began, the enemy couldn't clearly see the saber in your hand, nor could they judge what kind of saber move you would make next.
An Chen was slightly puzzled.
This didn't look like a Saber Technique that Cultivator would use; instead, it looked more like a Saber Technique used by Martial Forest masters.
In front of the middle-aged man, another human figure suddenly condensed. This person had no facial features, a normal adult physique, and held a long sword.
The saying goes, "An inch longer, an inch stronger." A short blade against a long sword had almost no advantage. Someone who knew even a little about swords could kill you before you even got close.
The middle-aged man moved, quickly approaching that figure. The Nameless Ones holding the long sword also moved, attacking smoothly with the sword.
Just as the sword blade was about to sweep across the middle-aged man's neck, his footwork suddenly changed, and his body tilted down at a strange angle. At the same time, he extended his right arm upward to parry the long sword.
He almost squatted as he approached the Nameless Ones, his legs stepping forward from the side, but his speed was incredibly fast. After two steps, he had already reached behind the Nameless Ones.
The Nameless Ones wanted to defend themselves at this point, but it was too late.
Then, the straight saber in his hand switched from a reverse grip to a normal grip, and he slashed at the Nameless Ones' Achilles tendon. The Nameless Ones cried out in pain and simultaneously knelt down.
The middle-aged man immediately leaped up, wrapped the straight saber around the Nameless Ones' neck, then pulled it horizontally, and blood splattered.
The middle-aged man sheathed his saber, then hid the straight saber behind him, striking a pose towards a direction where another figure of a sword-wielding Nameless Ones appeared.
An Chen watched like this for a very long time. Nameless Ones appeared one after another. Their weapons were different—sabers, spears, swords, halberds—none were left out. Each weapon would appear several times, and the middle-aged man would defeat them in several different ways.
It was unknown how many Nameless Ones had fallen to the ground, with penetrating wounds on their chests gushing blood. The middle-aged man finally let out a long breath, shook the saber, and not a single drop of blood remained on the blade; all fell off.
The Nameless Ones' corpse behind him slowly dissipated.
Is it over?
Not yet.
It was only then that he began to perform practice saber movements without an object, much like a Martial Arts Great Master in An Chen's impression.
Chop, hack, scoop, cleave, pick, intercept… At first, An Chen recognized all thirteen of these basic Saber Skills. These seemed no different from the Saber Techniques of some Martial Arts Great Masters on Earth; they were just simple Saber Skills. The difference was that the middle-aged man's footwork was very fast, even like he was darting around randomly.
But then the middle-aged man suddenly made a slash that unleashed Saber Qi.
Saber Qi??
An Chen's eyelids twitched.
Saber Qi had long been proven to be non-existent; it couldn't have a physical form like depicted in movies and TV shows.
An Chen carefully recalled the middle-aged man's previous slash.
The middle-aged man didn't just use muscle strength; he also used spiritual power, channeling it into the saber. This so-called Saber Qi was merely a manifestation of spiritual power, a form of spiritual power externalization.