Chapter 24: Chen Xin's Visit
Ning Fengzhi was absent-minded the whole way, and Li Tianyi saw it clearly from the side.
This was an ambitious man, with both literary and military skills, but he just lacked that little bit of talent and strength.
Li Tianyi sighed in his heart, if Ning Fengzhi was really sincere to him, he would definitely help him in the future.
At this moment, a sword beam shot out from the sky in the distance, and an old man in white clothes landed lightly.
"Old Chen!"
Li Tianyi was the first to step forward and greeted him.
Jian Douluo nodded, and his sharp eyes softened slightly.
"Uncle Jian?" Ning Fengzhi stepped forward and asked slightly.
Jian Douluo replied hesitantly: "I sensed an unusual aura in the sect, so I followed him out."
"Oh?" Bone Douluo raised an eyebrow and looked over.
As Ning Fengzhi was about to speak, Jian Douluo raised his hand and smiled bitterly, "Don't ask me, I don't know either. I've been chasing him for quite some time and haven't found anything special. I just sensed a power far beyond my own."
"Far beyond your power, Uncle Jian? Could it be another Peerless Douluo?" Ning Fengzhi's expression darkened.
Jian Douluo shook his head and said solemnly, "I'm afraid it's more than that."
At this point, Li Tianyi was almost certain of his suspicions. The young man's last words must have been about the Rakshasa God.
But how could a Soul Emperor have the power of a Rakshasa God and run around with it? That was strange.
The Rakshasa God's inheritance seemed to be held solely by Bibi Dong. Could something have happened to her?
Li Tianyi was initially nervous, remembering Ning Fengzhi's earlier remark about Bibi Dong being injured by a sword strike from an elder from the Wind Sword Sect.
He hadn't been that worried at first. After all, Bibi Dong had always concealed her strength, and with her powerful twin spirits, how could she be injured by a single blow?
Now, it seemed like something was seriously wrong at the Spirit Hall.
Could it be that old scoundrel Qian Daoliu couldn't help himself? Li Tianyi gritted his teeth.
Not in the mood to wander any longer, Li Tianyi bowed goodbye to Ning Fengzhi and left. He had just entered his spacious bedroom and was about to close the door when a hand suddenly stopped him.
"Master Chen?" Li Tianyi looked at the visitor in surprise.
The calm old man in white said, "Won't you invite me in for a chat?"
Huh? Had Master Chen changed his attitude?
Accustomed to the old man's indifferent attitude for many years, Li Tianyi was a little uncomfortable with the other party's sudden request for a chat.
Li Tianyi looked at Jian Douluo, who sat upright on the sofa across from him, and asked inquiringly, "What are you doing?"
A flash of sword light flashed in Jian Douluo's eyes, and he said bluntly, "I was watching you fight the other day, and I had this question. Are you only good at using fists and feet?"
"Ahem." Li Tianyi understood the other party's reason. This was a call for punishment.
Imagine teaching someone swordsmanship for six years, and in the end, they only knew how to fight. Wouldn't you be angry?
Li Tianyi, understanding the situation, hurriedly explained, "Don't be so impatient!"
With that, he stood up, walked to the bedside, and pulled a long-carved wooden sword from the cabinet. He then swiftly walked to the martial arts training area inside the room.
Li Tianyi immediately held the sword in one hand across his chest, his eyes fixed on the wooden sword.
There was no clanging of swords, no wielding of sword spirit, only the intense concentration of a young man practicing with his sword.
Thrusts, slashes, hooks, clouds, and punctures—each of the most basic sword techniques was displayed with the movement of Li Tianyi's sword.
It seemed an ordinary display, but a subtle shift in the eyes of the Sword Douluo sitting in the chair began to take shape.
Li Tianyi's sword movements grew faster and faster, the wooden sword gradually producing a hissing sound as it rubbed against the air. An inexplicable aura began to brew within the young man.
"Bang!"
The wooden sword gave a mournful cry, as if unable to withstand the accelerating force, and broke.
Li Tianyi's concentration was broken.
Looking at the broken wooden sword in his hand, a flicker of melancholy crossed his eyes. But even more than that, he longed for Jian Douluo's comments.
Jian Douluo gazed at Li Tianyi, his usually indifferent face breaking into a smile, his eyes filled with satisfaction. "Good boy, you've surpassed my expectations."
Li Tianyi had diligently practiced swordsmanship for years, never revealing it to anyone. Hearing Jian Douluo's comments, a sweet feeling welled up in his heart.
He raised his free left hand, rubbing his head, and said sheepishly, "You didn't mind my disability back then, demonstrating swordsmanship to me every day, yet I kept the truth from you that I was healed."
Jian Douluo looked Li Tianyi squarely in the eye and asked, "Do you think this is important?"
"I..."
"I shouldn't have hidden it from you,"
Jian Douluo replied calmly. "I just want to teach, I'm willing to teach, that's all."
"As for whether you can learn, whether you can master it, that's your own problem."
Hearing this, Li Tianyi felt a surge of emotion, a feeling he couldn't quite put his finger on.
Jian Douluo said no more, stood up, and walked out of the room. Li Tianyi hurried to see him off.
Before leaving, Jian Douluo looked Li Tianyi up and down and said, "Seeing you in such a state now, I am truly relieved. It's just a pity."
Before he finished speaking, Jian Douluo sighed and hurried away.
Looking at the departing Bai Yi, Li Tianyi touched his nose. He knew what Chen Lao had left unfinished.
Was he thinking about the fact that his martial spirit had mutated and become useless?
Li Tianyi shook his head and smiled bitterly. A flash of light flashed in his right hand, and a "small iron piece" of ancient and unpretentious material appeared.
After absorbing multiple spirit rings, the "small iron piece" had significantly expanded in size, and it was clear that it was evolving into a complete sword.
Li Tianyi tried to channel his spirit power into the "small iron piece", and suddenly, a vast and overwhelming killing intent emerged from the room.
"Swoosh!"
Li Tianyi retracted the metal piece, muttering to himself with a bitter face, "I'm losing out! Two top-tier weapon spirits for this rubbish."
"Hey, kid, don't go crying and telling others you're broke after getting a mountain of gold!" An old voice suddenly echoed from within the ring.
Li Tianyi glared at the ring fiercely, gritting his teeth and saying, "Come on, explain to me where my mountain of gold is."
"I can only remind you of two things. First, call out its true name, and it'll help you once. Second, weren't your two spirits eaten?"
"Can you please explain it clearly?" Li Tianyi raged.
"Alas, why don't you have the Three Lives spirit? You're still missing one, you're still missing one!"
A faint murmur emanated from the ring, then died down.
"I..." Li Tianyi's face sulked, wanting to curse.
Haha, nothing more to say.
Let's stick to the original plan: use the full moon night to capture a hundred-thousand-year-old spirit beast, then come back to intercept Tang San.
It is really insecure if you can't improve your strength. Not to mention saving others, you yourself may be in trouble at any time.
Calling your real name, calling you big-headed ghost!
There are so many Chinese swords, do you want me to recite them one by one? Recite them one by one? Li Tianyi repeated it again as if he had grasped the key points.
"Tsk tsk, I am really a smart ghost!"
In the room, a pair of eyes suddenly brightened up.
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