Attacking the sky with a practice Jian Sword

The Jian Sword wasn't just some kind of common sword that you could mess up with. It had been revered as the "King of Short Weapon" for thousands of years. The greatness of this sword was incomparable to other sword swords.

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Practicing sword techniques wasn't easy or a child play, practicing a sword was like cultivating martial art too, you need more than perfect to be dubbed as a master. To achieve the word perfect, you needed to pay more than you can to achieve your goal, such as; blood, sweat, attention in every step towards perfection, time, etc.

Swords had deep histories and legends inscribed in many books made by our ancestors, historically, many warriors and emperors had become powerful personnel because of knowledge about swords, learning techniques, and performing the might inside the sword.

They achieved many things with a sword with them. Especially, with this legendary Jian Sword.

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<[Back in the Backyard]>

Wang Feng put the blade inside the scabbard, just like before, he locked his left hand on the scabbard and the other on the handle.

Aaaa...hoooo*

He took a deep breath and release all the imperfect emotion hidden within his heart, he stayed like that until he felt that the sword and his consciousness evolved into one, again.

When he felt like it was the time, with a flick of his finger, the small size of the blade was released, he took another deep breath before he slowly pulled the other parts of the blade out the front of the scabbard.

This time he didn't do it as fast as a flash of lightning but he performed cautiously.

Swoosh*

When the sword was released again, the wind blew that stirred a wave in Wang Feng's smooth and long hair to dance beautifully with the beat of nature.

Without wasting time, he stepped his feet away from each other, the left leg bent and while the other one was straight, it was protecting him to avoid falling.

He slowly raised the blade until it was as high as his chest, he moved as smooth as a feather as if afraid to make a mess.

He stopped in the post for two seconds before he instantly turned into wild and conducted unknown counts of slashes to the air.

Swoosh *

Swooshes *

Swoosh *

In his every slash you can see blue mist-like wind energy following the blade.

'It feels great to train like this. I could me and my whole spirit is one with the sowed and as relax as nature! '

Wang Feng thought as he proceeded with his training, he was stepping forward from time to time and performing a defensive method like using the sword as a shield and sometimes making a strange step like he was evading some attacks coming from an invisible enemy in front of him.

At first, he was doing this kind of training just to kill his boredom, but as he stayed in this forest longer and longer, he came up with the thought that what if someday he would need to protect himself or his loved ones against invaders, he decided since then that he will practice becoming a powerful person for future the use.

He chose a sword as a weapon because this was his favorite lethal weapon ever compared to other weapons, since the time he was still on the Earth until now he got reincarnated, nothing change.

In his former world, who did not read any stories about Cultivators?

Who's fucker haven't thought that swords weren't cool and strong; even once?

Who had never dreamed to become a Cultivator and become a World Boss?

Everyone had a dream when they were young, Wang Feng included, and now with the opportunity in front of him, why not try to achieve it? Although, he was just a mere mortal and there was a long way to go to make a step to his dream, But... who said that the sentence  'there is still a long way to go' was bad? For Wang Feng, it was better than complete impossible.

Dream as you like, it's free after all :) You do not need to pay anything!

Not even a penny:)

But for you to achieve your dream, that's a different story.

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There were sweats all over his body and tears dripping down his eyes, like a fool he was smiling while waving his sword in the air. Trusting and waving, from left to right, practicing as if there were competitors, from attacking and defense. He was pouring all of his.

After all, it was used to be his dream when he was a young man, now, with every practice, every day, he can feel that he was stepping closer and closer to his dream, that why he was working hard every day and as time goes by; he works even harder.

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Ha! *

Ha! *

After three hours of non-stop training, Wang Feng finally decided to stop the training for today.

He was gasping for breath!

He struck the sword on the ground that caused the half part of the sword to sank on the ground. He subconsciously knelt down on his knees while taking a deep breath, at this moment, he looked like a warrior who had won a world or royal war, kneeling, although no blood present, he was soaked with sweat and holding the handle of the half sank sword on the ground.

He shook his head to awoken himself and looked at the sky before he bravely declared, "I am a mortal now, but that doesn't mean forever" After saying that, he felt like some burden inside him finally lifted a bit. There Wes the determination and contentment shining in his eyes, that even heaven could reach.

Not because you are weak right now, doesn't mean, you are weak forever.

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"Hays! "

Not even half an hour went by when his fatigue surprisingly disappeared, now he was acting again as if he had done nothing.

Take a break!

He stood up and pulled the sword out from the ground, without even cleaning it, it still looks like new, without batting an eye, he put it back on the scabbard and hid the whole sword in the box.

Looking at the closed box, he couldn't help but whisper, "Isn't it's just a wooden sword, how did it get so strong?"

'Well, maybe because of the source. '

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N/A: Sorry for stopping the update... This story isn't dropped