The Yunhai Sect was located tens of thousands of miles away from Yangzhou City. Even though the steed Qianli Xue could travel a thousand miles a day, Lin Feng still took ten days to arrive.

However, Lin Feng did not waste this time. Riding across the vast wilderness, the blood-pumping excitement of his journey stirred something within him. Unknowingly, his mindset broke through and he successfully entered the Qi Martial Realm 7th Layer. This was a natural progression for him. Additionally, his martial skill Nine Waves of the Martial Art had been cultivated to its final stage, Nine Waves in One Strike!

Now, Lin Feng possessed nearly 8,500 jin of strength, an incredibly formidable power.

The Yunhai Sect was located on the main peak of the Yunhai Mountain Range, called Yunhai Peak. While Yunhai Peak was not the highest mountain in the range, it was vast, and from the sky, it appeared like a city surrounded by eight towering mountain peaks. The Feng Shui was excellent, and in the Jiuxiao Continent, Feng Shui directly equated to fortune.

"Stop. Dismount and proceed on foot," two disciple guards at the foot of the mountain ordered coldly.

Lin Feng raised an eyebrow and pointed to the figure riding up the mountain in front of him. "Why don't I see you stop him?"

"Hmph," one of the guards sneered. "Who do you think you are, comparing yourself to others? You're just a useless fool who almost got beaten to death."

It was clear now that it was due to his status and strength. Lin Feng smiled. The mountain guards of the Yunhai Sect were essentially no different from him—they were low-level disciples, and if any guests came, they would notify the sect. They had no real authority to stop anyone, especially other sect disciples riding in.

"Weaklings deserve to be bullied," Lin Feng sneered, not dismounting. Instead, he flicked the reins and Qianli Xue galloped forward.

"You worthless fool, you dare!" The two disciples shouted simultaneously and tried to stop him, but Lin Feng’s fists struck out, sending a surge of power that violently blasted them away.

"If this happens again, I'll cripple your cultivation," Lin Feng warned, his voice cold as he rode past them.

The two guards picked themselves up, shocked by the power Lin Feng had displayed. They exchanged a wry smile. Even the so-called "useless" Lin Feng was stronger than them, no wonder they were just guards.

At the Yunhai Sect, most disciples around fifteen or sixteen years old were at the Qi Martial Realm 6th or 7th Layer, which was considered average. Reaching the 8th Layer was considered excellent, while those who reached the Spirit Martial Realm at such a young age were seen as true geniuses, getting the sect’s special attention.

In contrast, those who were still stuck at the Qi Martial Realm 5th Layer at fifteen were considered to have poor talent and were the worst in the sect. Lin Feng had earned the reputation of a "waste" due to this, and others frequently mocked him.

Soon, news of Lin Feng’s return spread among the outer disciples of the Yunhai Sect. As a "waste," he had become somewhat famous within the sect. As Lin Feng walked through the sect, the murmurs and cold gazes followed him, but he paid them no attention and continued toward the sect’s library tower.

The library tower housed the sect’s collection of martial arts techniques and spells. Disciples frequently visited the tower, and today was no exception.

"Lin Feng." A voice called out. Lin Feng stopped and turned to see a young man with a cold expression.

"You really are lucky, still alive after everything." The young man was none other than Lin Heng, the eldest son of Lin Haoran, who had once wanted Lin Feng dead.

Lin Feng glanced at Lin Heng, a cold smile appearing on his face. Qi Martial Realm 8th Layer? With his own Qi Martial Realm 7th Layer and Nine Waves, he was more than a match for Lin Heng. As long as he learned one or two more martial arts skills, he was confident he could defeat him.

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Without bothering to reply to Lin Heng, Lin Feng walked directly into the library tower. He wanted to increase his strength before seeking revenge.

"Next time, I’ll make sure you die, and you won’t even have a chance to escape," Lin Heng said coldly, eyes flashing with murderous intent.

At the entrance of the library tower, there was an elder casually sitting, his eyes half-lidded.

"Senior," Lin Feng greeted with a slight bow. Although the elder appeared ordinary, the fact that he was the sole guardian of such an important place as the library tower indicated that he was far from simple. Lin Feng, having lived two lives, could tell there was more to this elder than met the eye.

The elder’s lazy gaze sharpened slightly as he looked Lin Feng over before nodding in acknowledgment. "You’re at the 7th Layer of Qi Martial Realm, so you can only choose techniques on the first floor. You may select up to two."

"I understand," Lin Feng replied.

The library tower was divided into three floors. Disciples at the Qi Martial Realm level could only select from the first floor, which contained martial arts techniques at the yellow-grade. However, the quantity was vast, and it was the foundation of the sect, with much more depth than his Lin family could ever offer.

For now, Lin Feng didn’t need any spells, so he focused on the martial techniques section.

"Seven Killing Fist—Seven kills in one strike. Suitable for those with a strong body and martial soul."

"Typhoon Slash—Harnessing the power of wind, it creates wind blades for attacking. Suitable for those with wind-type martial souls."

"Wild Bull Technique—A yellow-grade superior technique, suitable for those with beast-type martial souls."

Lin Feng flipped through the martial techniques but passed over most of them. His martial soul was the Dark Martial Soul, which enhanced all of his physical attributes, including his comprehension ability. This meant that there were no limits for him—he could learn any martial technique, which made the Dark Martial Soul terrifying. Therefore, he was looking for powerful techniques.

"Clear Wind Sword Art—A sword technique like the breeze, light and flowing, capable of penetrating any defense. Suitable for those with sword-type martial souls."

Lin Feng paused for a moment. He had always admired the idea of being a swordsman, traveling the world with sword in hand. However, this Clear Wind Sword Art didn’t seem to match the style he was looking for.

"Blade Drawing Technique—Draw the sword like thunder, one strike to kill. Suitable for those with sword-type martial souls."

"Blade Drawing Technique," Lin Feng muttered, his footsteps halting. This technique seemed different from other sword arts. Swordsmanship usually emphasized the speed of drawing the sword, as drawing too slowly would create a fatal delay in striking. However, Blade Drawing was focused on a single, decisive strike—drawing the blade and killing. If the sword didn’t hit its target, it meant failure.

Moreover, unlike other martial techniques, Blade Drawing didn’t have multiple stages; it was simply one action—drawing the sword and killing. The key was to do it perfectly, one strike, one kill.

"This is the one," Lin Feng decided, taking the Blade Drawing Technique and preparing to look for a light-body technique. After all, he couldn’t rely on a single strike every time. If he failed, having a good evasive technique would give him time to recover and escape. And, of course, every person on Earth secretly dreams of walking on air and leaping from rooftop to rooftop!

Lin Feng then chose a body technique called Flickering Light Shadow, which, at its highest level, allowed the user to move like a flickering shadow, unseen by the eye.

With his haul in hand, Lin Feng went to the elder to register the two techniques.

"Blade Drawing Technique," the elder murmured, his voice low. "This is the first time this technique has been selected. You need to understand—others will already have drawn their swords when you begin. Your speed must surpass theirs, or you will fail. This technique is extremely powerful when mastered, but it’s demanding. Only if you can strike faster than anyone else will it guarantee one strike, one kill."

"I understand," Lin Feng replied. He knew the elder was warning him that if he couldn’t draw his sword quickly enough, the Blade Drawing Technique would backfire and put him in danger.

"You understand, good. The Flickering Light Shadow is a great technique for improving speed and movement," the elder added, not saying much more. He quickly registered the techniques, reminding Lin Feng that the techniques must be returned within a month to avoid affecting other disciples.

"Thank you for your guidance, Senior," Lin Feng said politely.

The elder smiled and nodded. "This soft sword is usually worn as a belt. It’s of no use to me, so take it. Practice well."

"Don’t thank me, I’m not one for praise. Now, go train," the elder said, waving his hand.

Lin Feng scratched his head, his thanks lingering in his heart. With the Blade Drawing Technique and a soft sword that could be worn on his waist, his chances of delivering a surprise strike, a single kill, had greatly improved.

With a smile and a nod to the elder, Lin Feng left the library tower.

"It's been a long time since I've met such an interesting young man," the elder murmured to himself before returning to his casual demeanor. The current generation of young people was to Has lost all manners

They are getting more and more impetuous and have long forgotten the basic etiquette.