Chapter 14: Demon Sword Technique

Li Wei stood in the courtyard as dawn broke, the moon still faintly visible in the sky. The cool morning air enveloped him, but it did not deter him. With unwavering determination, he began swinging his wooden sword. Each swing was a practice, each movement strengthening his muscles and deepening his understanding of the sword art.

It had been a month since the incident with the uncontrollable aura; now he was more prepared and could control the aura more perfectly.

The morning progressed slowly, and Li Wei continued his relentless practice. The sun rose gradually, banishing the shadows of the night and casting its light across the courtyard.

Yet, Li Wei was undisturbed. He kept moving, each motion becoming sharper and stronger, demonstrating extraordinary dedication and perseverance. By midday, sweat drenched his body, but he persisted in his training.

Swoosh~

The wooden sword sliced through the air, each swing parting the air and the wind from his sword's swing making the plants sway gently.

In the afternoon, Li Wei sat cross-legged in the courtyard, trying to calm himself and meditate. The weather began to change, the clear sky slowly turning cloudy. The wind, carrying the scent of rain, brushed against his face, adding to the tranquility of his meditation.

Nightfall arrived, and rain poured heavily, creating a thunderous sound that nearly disrupted his concentration. Li Wei sat in his room, trying to block out the sound of the rain and focus on the flow of aura within his body.

Each raindrop falling on the roof reminded him of the instability he once felt, but now he is stronger and more focused. His calmness was like a lake undisturbed.

In the middle of the night, Li Wei stepped outside. It was still raining, but he did not care. With swift steps, he headed towards the dark forest. His movements were quicker, aided by Qi focused on his legs.

Upon reaching the forest, it immediately became the perfect training ground, far from prying eyes. Tall trees cast ominous shadows, yet Li Wei pressed on, undaunted by the darkness.

In the heart of the forest, Li Wei began practicing his demonic techniques. Each movement was accompanied by powerful Qi, black Qi enveloping his body and merging with the night's darkness.

Trees fell around him, and the ground was damaged by the force he exerted. Despite this, Li Wei felt a deep sense of satisfaction. His techniques were growing stronger, thanks to the second dantian he had unlocked.

With every technique performed, he felt the power flowing more smoothly and intensely. Li Wei smiled, sensing an extraordinary achievement. That night, amidst the rain and the dark forest, he had become stronger through his arduous training.

"The more I train, the stronger I become each day," Li Wei thought with a satisfied expression as he looked at his calloused and bruised palms.

***

Li Wei, now 13 years old, stood tall in the courtyard, swinging his wooden sword tirelessly. Two months had passed since he began this intensive training, and his body showed the results of his perseverance.

Each swing of his sword was executed with impressive precision, as if he had been trained by a true swordsman. His movements were steady, powerful, and highly coordinated.

Zhao Ling, sitting on the porch, watched his student with admiration. He observed each movement of Li Wei, noting how every swing was performed flawlessly.

Li Wei trained without formal sword techniques, but the results were extraordinary. Zhao Ling knew his student had a remarkable natural talent. However, he did not expect Li Wei to have such talent in swordsmanship as well.

In his hands, Zhao Ling held a book he had painstakingly written over the past few years. The book contained the basic techniques of the demonic sword, a compilation of methods he hoped would help Li Wei reach a higher level.

However, seeing his student's current abilities, Zhao Ling was uncertain. Would giving the book hinder Li Wei's natural development?

Zhao Ling pondered for a moment. Li Wei had demonstrated exceptional skill without formal techniques. If he gave the book, it might limit Li Wei by confining him to the techniques within it.

"But if I keep this book, it will serve no purpose."

On the other hand, keeping the book without ever giving Li Wei the chance to study it also seemed wasteful.

Zhao Ling nodded. "Mm…"

Finally, Zhao Ling decided to give it to Li Wei. He walked up to his sweating student, who still gripped the wooden sword tightly.

"Li Wei," Zhao Ling called softly.

Li Wei stopped his swings and turned to Zhao Ling, wiping sweat from his brow.

"What is it, Master?" Li Wei asked, slightly out of breath.

Zhao Ling extended the book of demonic sword techniques to Li Wei. "This is a book of basic demonic sword techniques that I have written. I know you are already very skilled without formal techniques, but I thought this book might help you further. You are free to choose whether to study it or not."

Li Wei did not fully understand what his master meant by "already very skilled without formal techniques," as he had merely followed the moves from comics and those that came to his mind.

"Are the moves I use really that impressive?" Li Wei wondered to himself.

Nevertheless, Li Wei accepted the book with both hands. He looked at the cover, which bore the title "Basic Demonic Sword Techniques," noting Zhao Ling's increasingly neat and detailed handwriting. He could feel the dedication and effort his master had put into the book.

"This is a technique of this world, I can train it," he thought.

"Thank you, Master," Li Wei said with deep respect. "I will study it and see how it can help me."

Zhao Ling smiled, relieved by the decision he made. "Remember, Li Wei, this technique is only a guide. You have an extraordinary natural talent, and I do not want this technique to limit your creativity and abilities. Use it as a tool to further develop yourself."

Li Wei nodded and began reading the techniques.

Zhao Ling returned to the porch, continuing to write techniques for the intermediate level of the demonic sword.

***

In the dark forest.

The forest was quiet in the middle of the night, with only the soft rustling of leaves in the wind. The faint moonlight illuminated gaps between the trees, creating gently shifting shadows on the ground.

In this atmosphere, Li Wei stood with his wooden sword in hand, preparing to demonstrate the demonic sword art he had learned over the past three months.

Zhao Ling stood a few meters behind him, watching intently. He could sense Li Wei's strong and stable aura, indicating rigorous training and unwavering dedication.

"Master, I'm ready," Li Wei said with a steady voice, without any nervousness. He was very confident.

Zhao Ling nodded, signaling Li Wei to begin. "Show me what you've learned."

Li Wei took a deep breath and started moving his sword. Each swing was powerful and firm, demonstrating the strength and decisiveness of the demonic sword art he had learned from the book written by Zhao Ling.

His movements were decisive and swift, cutting through the air with extraordinary force. Yet, there was a finesse in his technique, a touch of the movements he had learned from the comics he read. Each swing combines strength and grace, creating a mesmerizing sword dance.

Zhao Ling observed closely, noting how his student combined two different techniques into a unique style. Though he had never fought against a demonic cultivator using a sword, he could feel the greatness of the techniques displayed by Li Wei.

"Excellent, very excellent," Zhao Ling said in a calm yet admiring tone.

Li Wei stopped for a moment, looking at his master with hopeful eyes. "Is my technique perfect, Master?"

Zhao Ling considered for a moment before replying. "Perfection is something we always strive for but rarely achieve. Your technique is outstanding, especially for someone who is only 13 years old. You possess strength, finesse, and remarkable creativity. Continue to train and develop your technique, and you will achieve great things."

Li Wei smiled, feeling proud and relieved to hear his master's praise. "Thank you, Master. I will continue to practice and improve myself."

Zhao Ling approached his student and gently patted Li Wei's shoulder. "I know you will. And I will always be here to guide you."