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Chapter 60 Jiangcheng 18 Jiang Family Swordsmanship

When Wen Li and Aunt Song arrived at the mountaintop, Second Master ran around like a wild horse. Wen Li didn't restrain him and let him roam freely all over the mountain.

Wen Li and Aunt Song had no intention of spying on their cultivation; they only wanted to find a place to cultivate properly.

After all, the sword techniques of each family are not passed on to outsiders, and each family believes that its own sword technique is the most suitable for them.

"Ha ha!"

"Spiritual power is concentrated on the sword blade, the mind is free of distractions, and spiritual energy enters the body."

"Spirit enters the body, sword follows the heart!"

Zhao Wensong's voice came from ahead, and Wen Li suddenly stopped.

The spirit enters the body, the sword follows the heart!

How could this be! This cultivation method for channeling spiritual energy into the body belongs to the Zhao family?

"Ah Li, what's wrong?" Aunt Song asked, looking at Wen Li who had stopped.

Wen Li suppressed her doubts and smiled slightly: "It's okay, Aunt Song, you go ahead and wait for me. I just remembered that I have something to talk to Zhao Sicheng about."

Aunt Song felt a little strange: "Alright then, I'll go first."

"Okay, I'll be there in a bit."

Watching Aunt Song walk away, Wen Li put away her smile, turned around and flew to a high place, finally landing on the top of a lush and tall tree.

Wen Li leaned down and looked down.

At the summit of the mountain behind the Zhao family compound, all the Zhao family members stood in neat rows, numbering about a hundred. Zhao Wenbai and Zhao Sicheng stood at the front of the group.

The Zhao family disciples gripped their swords tightly, wielding them in perfect unison.

Zhao Sicheng corrected one person's movements, then said to the others, "Gather the spiritual energy in the sword blade, don't let it disperse."

The blades were imbued with spiritual energy, and the sword aura formed from this spiritual energy was visible in every strike. However, their cultivation was insufficient, and the spiritual energy was scattered, making it appear as if the spiritual energy was concentrated throughout the entire blade without close inspection.

There are many families in this world that specialize in catching demons, but most of their spiritual energy gathers at the tip or the body of their swords. Only the Jiang family can solidify spiritual energy on the blade so that it doesn't get mixed up anywhere else.

"One thought, ten thousand swords; ten thousand swords return to one."

The crowd below shouted in unison, and the swords in front of their chests transformed into several swords, which then swung according to their will, finally forming a single sword.

Enraged, Wen Li snapped the branch in front of her. It was exactly the same move, unchanged! All the others had added some movements that Wen Li couldn't understand, but this move remained the same.

"Everyone, please stop for a moment."

Zhao Sicheng signaled everyone to stop.

Everyone sheathed their swords, stood solemnly, and looked at Zhao Sicheng in front of them.

Zhao Sicheng stood before everyone and loudly proclaimed, "The reason our Zhao family was able to rise to the top four demon-catching families in ten years and surpass the Liang family is all thanks to the swordsmanship that my grandfather painstakingly researched. Now we must not let down my grandfather's good intentions and all his efforts over the years. This number one demon-catching family will be ours sooner or later!"

As soon as Zhao Sicheng finished speaking, everyone below was filled with ambition and enthusiasm.

"Good! Good!"

In ten years, the Zhao family has grown from an unknown clan into a renowned family known throughout the land. Every member of the Zhao family is proud of this achievement.

They painstakingly studied something, only to embezzle from someone else's property! How despicable and shameless!

They call themselves the number one demon-catching family! What ambition, what arrogance!

Shen Yingsi is still living in the Zhao residence, yet he dares to say such things in his own backyard. The Xie family is the Crown Prince's backer; does he intend to rebel by saying such things?

What a bunch of idiots!

Wen Li clenched her fists, wishing she could go down and confront them directly.

Zhao Sicheng below was completely unaware and was still earnestly and proudly conducting his demonstration.

Zhao Sicheng's Cold Dust Sword hovered in front of his chest, blue light appeared between his hands, his fingers danced and intertwined, and finally the blue light flew into the sword.

"One thought, ten thousand swords; ten thousand swords return to one."

Zhao Sicheng spread his arms, and ten swords were arranged in front of him. He pushed them forward with force, and all the swords flew towards the opposite mountain and were half-inserted into it. The cave exploded, kicking up a huge pile of rocks and dust.

"it is good!"

"Amazing! Young Master is amazing!"

"Young Master is mighty!"

The Zhao family members were all excited; no one could have done this better than Zhao Sicheng.

However, this move consumes too much spiritual energy and is generally not used unless absolutely necessary.

But the pear tree on the branch was so angry that it jumped up and down!

That's it! That's it! This doesn't even deserve to be called Ten Thousand Swords! What utter nonsense!

Wen Li tried her best to suppress her anger. For so many years, she had been trapped in the Xuanling Sect and her freedom was restricted. She had never actually fought against the Zhao family members.

In the chaos of that time in Mushan Town, she hadn't noticed Zhao Sicheng's swordplay. But the Zhao family's swordsmanship was far different from the true Jiang family's swordsmanship, making it difficult to detect.

The Zhao family has only risen to prominence in the last decade, and they have always maintained an extremely low profile, incorporating many distracting movements into their swordplay. However, while the movements may differ, the trajectory of their spiritual energy application remains the same!

The Jiang family was wiped out twenty years ago, and the Zhao family rose to prominence ten years later. Could there be any connection between these two events?

Alright, there's no need to coax Si Xiaxia for clues anymore, there's one right in front of us!

Wen Li flew down silently. At that moment, the Second Master ran to her feet and affectionately rubbed his head against the hem of her skirt.

As if sensing her anger, he tried to soothe her.

Wen Li lowered her head and patted Second Master Jiang's head: "Second Master, don't worry, it won't be long before you become the real Second Master Jiang."

"Wang! Wang!"

Second Master stuck out his tongue in response to her.

"Let's go, let's go to Aunt Song's first."

Wen Li walked forward, and the Second Master followed happily behind her.

The Zhao family's election after the Lantern Festival? Fine, then I, a remnant of the Jiang family, will show them what the Jiang family's swordsmanship is all about.

When Wen Li found Aunt Song, Aunt Song was meditating.

Aunt Song noticed Wen Li's arrival and asked, "Why did it take you so long?"

Wen Li explained, "I played with Second Master for a while."

Seeing Aunt Song meditating and cultivating her mind, Wen Li asked, "Aunt Song, how did you cultivate yourself to become an immortal?"

Aunt Song didn't even open her eyes: "When I was a child, I learned from a rogue cultivator in town. After entering the martial world, I met many demon hunters. I kept imitating and exploring, and eventually figured out my own way."

Wen Li admired her: "Then how do you know that you need to meditate and practice your Qi after cultivation? Most independent cultivators don't know these things."

"My fiancé who ran away from our wedding figured it out on his own."

You figured it out on your own, that's amazing.

Wen Li then asked, "Is it possible to master someone else's swordsmanship and inner techniques by observing their fights and exploring on one's own?"

Aunt Song smiled and said, "How could that be? Even if someone is extremely talented, they can only achieve a three-tenths of the result through observation and imitation. To master five or six tenths, one must teach them personally or through detailed books."

Yes, the path of cultivation, especially sword cultivation, has its own unique path. Although there are similarities, it is impossible for them to overlap so much.

Wen Li drew her red silk sword and it danced in the air. Spiritual energy gathered on the blade to form sword energy, and wherever it went, the sword struck and the branches and leaves broke.

The red silk sword hung in front of Wen Li.

"One thought, ten thousand swords; ten thousand swords return to one."

A single sword transformed into countless swords. Unlike Zhao Sicheng, Wen Li was surrounded by a dense array of countless red silk swords. Wen Li opened her eyes, and each sword strike aimed at the highest point of the surrounding trees.

The branches fell to the ground in neat rows, and if viewed from the air, one would find that the trees in this grove were all the same height.

The myriad swords flew back and then converged into one sword.

Wen Li began to gather her energy, meditate, and calm the surging spiritual energy within her body.

Aunt Song opened her eyes and then closed them again.

He was self-taught and had no one to teach him. If he didn't have the blood of the Jiang family, who knows how high he would have climbed.