CHAPTER 243: CHAPTER 200 PURPLE MIST DIVINE SKILL, SHARP EARS AND CLEAR EYES!

[Task Four: Inspiration+1]

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[Task Four: Inspiration+1]

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[Task Four: Inspiration+1]

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[Task Four]

[Research Project Name: Dugu Nine Swords (Difficulty: Geng★)]

[Inspiration: 8]

[Complete the task to gain ’Experience+50000’, ’Spiritual+50000’.]

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"It seems I have to step in myself!"

Yan Chuan watched the inspiration for ’Dugu Nine Swords’ increase, unable to contain his joy.

As the saying goes: Talking without practicing is false skill!

Previously, he was tirelessly explaining with the ’White Horn Trumpet’ in the Observation Seat, chattering on and on until his mouth went dry, but in the end, the feedback from ’Mutual Teaching and Learning’ and the growth in ’Derivation Skill’ inspiration were both limited.

This is perfectly understandable.

Yan Chuan comes from the Iron Wire Martial Arts Hall, and he knows best how any martial arts hall teaches its students, and which isn’t a combination of explanation and demonstration?

Sometimes, one even has to correct directly by hitting and nudging the apprentices physically.

As for Yan Chuan?

He was in the Observation Seat before—

Firstly, unable to demonstrate.

Secondly, unable to correct.

He could only provide explanations based on the players’ performance on stage and improvise accordingly.

Thus, the effect naturally wasn’t very good.

Now it’s different.

"I step onto the stage personally, wielding the sword myself."

"Demonstrating while explaining."

"Teaching effectiveness improves greatly, and naturally, the effect of ’Mutual Teaching and Learning’ surges!"

Yan Chuan was pleased.

At this pace, there’s no need to fight for forty or fifty days straight. At most, after about twenty matches, he can complete the R&D for [Task Four: Dugu Nine Swords].

However, there’s a problem—

"The ’Jian Province Competition’ consists of seven rounds in total. From the first round to the seventh round, if you go all the way to the last and win the championship, winning all the way, you’ll play at most ten matches."

"Too few matches!"

"Winning all?"

"That might be convenient, but it’s a huge loss for me!"

Yan Chuan made a decision instantly.

But he wasn’t in a hurry.

’Cang Mountain Sword Discussion’ stipulates that each martial arts match has a time limit of two hours. If no winner is decided after two hours, it’s a draw, and both are relegated to the loser’s group.

In this match, Yan Chuan first spent half an hour teaching boxing and then helped Yu Jinpeng understand the ’Tiger and Leopard Thunder Sound’ for a little more than half an hour.

That already took an entire hour.

Afterward, Yan Chuan continued to fight, teaching boxing and swordsmanship, taking over three more quarters of an hour.

There was still nearly five quarters of an hour remaining.

Plenty of time left.

Yan Chuan had no intention of dragging Wang Zhengyi into the loser’s group, but he wasn’t in a hurry—

"Let’s continue fighting!"

"In the remaining time, I can still earn plenty of inspiration and feedback!"

Yan Chuan wielded his sword, graceful and elegant.

He continued teaching, from shallow to deep—

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"The basic swordsmanship is roughly like this. It may seem complex and diverse, but in reality, learning one move a day, with clarity and understanding, can basically be mastered within three to five months."

"After that, you can study more advanced sword techniques."

"For example, the ’Twelve Hand Rotten Silk Swordsmanship’ from the Coiling Silk Fist lineage, one of the Eighteen Widespread Boxing Techniques of Guangling Academy, which this Heroine Feng Ru is demonstrating, is derived from basic sword moves. On this basis, it integrates the impression of Coiling Silk Fist techniques, eventually giving birth to a high-level sword skill."

"This swordsmanship emphasizes ’Stepping like a plow, directly advancing through the Central Palace,’ with a focus on stepping techniques. At the same time, the sword moves emphasize ’Sword Movement like Silkworm Spinning Silk, soft and clingy,’ and ’Releasing like a Poison Arrow Leaving the Bowstring, spell reach, force reach.’"

"Everyone, watch—"

"When Feng Ru uses the sword, she advances to the Flood Gate, presses on the Central Palace, uses the steps to induce, attack, and project. The sword moves along a line, and once withdrawn, the entire body is one with the sword."

"This style of swordsmanship integrates offense and defense, attacking with softness against hardness, and hardness against softness, combining yin and yang into one."

"Splitting Hand Entangled Silk, Coiling Silk Fierce Horse Fist, Coiling Silk Dragon Fist, Coiling Silk Linked Fist, Thirty Silk Entangling Hands, Coiling Silk True Skill, Eight Steps of Entangled Silk, Six Harmonies Entangled Silk, Nine Ways of Entangling Silk Skill, Big Cross, small cross,..."

"In this ’Twelve Hand Rotten Silk Swordsmanship,’ it includes the essence of the Coiling Silk Fist, truly a swordsmanship created by synthesizing the greatest success of Coiling Silk Fist."

"Learn boxing first, then sword, understand boxing and sword, and practicing sword becomes twice as effective with half the effort!"

"Learn sword first, then boxing, understand sword and boxing, and practicing boxing becomes twice as effective with half the effort!"

"Heroine Feng clearly transitioned from boxing to swordsmanship, and her boxing skills are remarkable. However, her swordsmanship still has areas that can be improved, such as this move ’Coiling Silk Hundred Flower Sword,’ which emphasizes chaos, but when Heroine Feng uses it, it becomes too orderly. It seems accurate but loses the essence of the move."

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Yan Chuan explained swordsmanship, gradually going from shallow to deep.

Having finished the basic sword techniques, he then discussed the ’Twelve Hand Rotten Silk Swordsmanship’ Feng Ru demonstrated. Not only did he break it down thoroughly and explained it from Feng Ru’s perspective, but Yan Chuan also demonstrated it himself—

Swish, swish, swish!

The ’Twelve Hand Rotten Silk Swordsmanship’ flowed with his movements. The sword moved with the body, resembling a flood dragon swimming through the water, as stealthy as a spirit cat hunting a mouse. In combat, his hands divided in yin and yang, his body concealed the Eight Diagrams, his steps navigating the Nine Palaces, internal Qi harmonizing with the external form. When engaged with Feng Ru, his superiority was evident, at least tenfold more adept.

"What a combined fast and slow, flexible and firm swordsmanship!"

"This is no longer the ’Rotten Silk Swordsmanship.’ In the hands of Yan Chuan, modified and adapted, this path of swordsmanship gained more variations and intrinsic value, becoming a completely new sword skill!"

Ni Mengtong straightened her posture.

She was also a master in swordsmanship, believing herself unparalleled in Jian Province in the way of the sword. But today, observing Yan Chuan’s sword control, accessible yet profound, she gained a lot. She didn’t think her swordsmanship was inferior to Yan Chuan’s, just felt that Yan Chuan had a unique understanding of swordsmanship, which was beneficial to her.

Watch carefully!

Listen intently!

Ni Mengtong reaped many insights.

Meanwhile, in the field,

Feng Ru, who was being ’taught a lesson with his own method’ by Yan Chuan, had even greater impressions and gains under Yan Chuan’s ’pointing and nudging.’

Not only Feng Ru.

Although Yan Chuan discussed the ’Twelve Hand Rotten Silk Swordsmanship,’ he cited many references and expanded on them. Zhong Le and Teng Siqian, who were also using swords, gained considerably as well.

The three of them surrounded Yan Chuan, listening to the lectures while pondering the sword techniques’ mysteries.

Enjoying themselves!

Unaware that they had forgotten about victory and defeat, wholly immersed.

However, while the three women forgot, Wang Zhengyi did not—

"This can’t continue any longer!"

Wang Zhengyi’s spear thrust like a dragon, aggressively attacking Yan Chuan, yet repeatedly frustrated in his efforts. Although a longer reach should have been an advantage, it fell short compared to the ease with which Yan Chuan parried with his sword.

The more he attacked, the more anxious he grew. Clearly, Yan Chuan, wielding the sword, could easily defeat the five of them if he wished, but he refrained from going all out. Indulging in ’being a teacher,’ perhaps Yan Chuan was engrossed in researching swordsmanship and couldn’t extricate himself. Regardless, though capable of winning at any time, Yan Chuan was in no rush to claim victory.

"Seven rounds of the competition!"

"Strive for complete victory!"

Wang Zhengyi didn’t wish to enter the loser’s group and was even more unwilling to end in a draw with Yan Chuan and enter with him into the loser’s group. What if, by bad luck, he were to encounter Yan Chuan again in the loser’s group during the resurrection match? Yan Chuan would undoubtedly strive to win, leaving either both of them eliminated or just one proceeding to the next round.

This is unacceptable!

Wang Zhengyi set his sights on ’Cang Mountain Sword Discussion,’ allowing no room for error.

He gritted his teeth—

"At all costs!"

"Can’t care too much!"

Immediately, Wang Zhengyi feigned an attack on Yan Chuan with his spear in one hand and took out a mist-like pearl from his bosom with the other. With Qi-Blood surging and Inner Strength infusing, the pearl started emitting a dense fog, enveloping Yan Chuan and his five opponents, including Wang Zhengyi, within it.

The dense fog spread!

Visibility was nil!

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"Eh?"

"Why’s there fog?"

"We were just discussing the move ’Soul Chasing Skill,’ and it wasn’t finished!"

Feng Ru almost scratched her ears and cheeks, as Yan Chuan was explaining and pointing out the critical parts of the ’Twelve Hand Rotten Silk Swordsmanship.’ She had been watching, listening, and learning attentively, and then—

The fog rolled in!

The lights went out!

Feng Ru instantly lost visibility, and Yan Chuan’s ’teaching’ was forcibly interrupted.

Feng Ru was utterly furious!

However, at that moment, she heard a voice seemingly at her ear, "I conjured the fog; Yan Chuan can’t see and his hearing is affected. Focus on feeling my guidance through the fog’s flow to locate Yan Chuan quickly and attack! Don’t delay any longer!"

It’s you!

Thick-browed, bold-eyed Wang Zhengyi!

Feng Ru didn’t know what to say, but indeed, the ’Jian Province Competition’ was more important. The deed was done, and winning this round was the priority.

At once.

Following his words, she held her breath, focused, and followed the fog’s flow for guidance, closing in on Yan Chuan.

Not just Feng Ru.

Zhong Le, Teng Siqian, and Gong Yu all moved according to what they heard.

They had also felt the pressure brought by Yan Chuan and were aware that they would likely lose this match, not expecting a twist at this stage, Wang Zhengyi having such a treasure on hand.

Once the dense fog arose.

Yan Chuan was blinded.

But they still had Wang Zhengyi ’opening the back door’ for them.

To gang up on Yan Chuan at this time, can Yan Chuan still overbear?

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"Fog?"

Yan Chuan found himself enveloped in heavy fog, unable to see even his own hand. Surrounded, he felt besieged from all sides, a sign of great danger!

Moreover!

It’s not just fog! Within the fog, there were light and shadow flickers, manifesting mountains, buildings, bustling scenes. These were mirages and illusions, images filling his vision, disrupting his hearing. In the confusion, in his ears, Yan Chuan seemed to hear the chirping of birds and beasts in the mountains and rivers, the music and dance in pavilions and palaces, and the noise of bustling markets in streets and alleys.

Visual interference with auditory senses!

Thus affecting the whole, making it hard to discern reality from illusion.

Yan Chuan, amid the thick fog, found himself sometimes atop a mountain, sometimes in the depths of a vast sea. There were fierce winds at times, massive waves at others. False or real were indistinguishable.

Amid the sound of wind, rain, reading, and market cries, with the clamor of sounds, a strong gust approached, sword Qi bearing down.

Feng Ru and others finally attacked!

Clang, clang, clang!

Yan Chuan, with a sword in hand, guarded all around, deflecting all offensive strikes. At the same time, he activated the ’Purple Mist Divine Skill,’ instantly covering his face with purple Qi, making his senses doubly keen, hearing and eyesight reaching far.

With this activation, his mind was clear.

"There!"

Yan Chuan, in clarity, launched four rapid thrusts, resembling a flood dragon navigating the great river, or a swallow darting through the pine forest—

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