There were sixteen small words written on the jade tablet beside the sword manual. Yang Qingxuan murmured as he read, "Wind to disperse, thunder to move, these three forms form the sword."
His eyes lit up. This sword technique contained the power of wind and thunder. It was powerful and ferocious, just what he needed.
He had studied sword techniques before, but most of them were nimble and not powerful enough. In the Xuanye Continent where everything was suppressed by strength, they seemed to fall short of one's desire.
And this Three Forms of Wind and Thunder was exactly the sword technique he needed.
He took out his student ID and was about to lean in when the voice suddenly sounded again. "There are only two forms in this Three Forms of Wind and Thunder, but it still costs 1000 credits to read for two hours. I'll explain it to you first so you don't say I cheated you of your credits."
Yang Qingxuan was shocked. "Why are there only two forms?"
The voice said, "When this sword technique was placed here, there were only two forms. Although the third form is missing, it's extremely powerful. The power of the two forms is above that of other high-grade martial techniques. If you can learn it, you'll have made a profit. "
Yang Qingxuan was overjoyed. "Then I'll choose this." He then leaned in and extended his student ID into the restriction. The barrier shook and opened by itself.
Yang Qingxuan happily took out the martial technique manual and held it in his hand.
The voice said again, "However, so far, no one in the entire academy has been able to master these two forms."
"What?"
Yang Qingxuan was shocked. "Why is no one able to master them?"
"Tsk." The voice disdainfully ridiculed. "Do you even need to ask? Of course it's because it's difficult to learn."
"This … Then can I learn it?"
Yang Qingxuan was speechless. If it was so difficult to learn, then wouldn't the 1000 credits be wasted? 1000 credits was not a small amount!
The voice said, "How would I know? Take your time to read it. Ask me if you have any questions."
Yang Qingxuan felt like he had been tricked. He flipped open the sword manual. There were a few large words written on it: First Form of Wind and Cloud Movement!
He continued reading, "Thousands of sword techniques, thousands of divine arts, there are impermanence, like the gathering of wind and scattering of clouds, there are no changes."
Between the lines, there seemed to be a Raging Storm Sword, which turned into bursts of sword intent, leaping out from the paper and being sucked in at once.
More than an hour later, Yang Qingxuan finished flipping through the sword manual and fell silent.
After pondering for a moment, he picked up the sword manual again and carefully read it word by word.
Somewhere on the fourth floor, the teacher guarding this place suddenly opened his eyes. He revealed a strange expression and let out a soft cry of surprise.
Normally, after a student flipped through a martial technique, they would impatiently begin to practice it. There were very few like Yang Qingxuan, who would read it in detail after reading it.
This time, he read even slower. Yang Qingxuan was completely immersed in his own world. It took him more than four hours to finish flipping through the sword manual.
He let out a long sigh of relief, closed the sword manual, placed it in front of him, then sat down cross-legged and closed his eyes.
After about a few hours, Yang Qingxuan opened his eyes again. The puzzled look in his eyes had completely disappeared and turned into clarity.
He did not directly practice it. Instead, he opened the sword manual again and read it in detail again.
The teacher guarding this place was stunned. His eyes revealed a look of admiration.
There were three levels to reading. Reading the book thin and quickly skimming through it, you would know what was written inside.
Next, reading the book thick, reading it word by word, carefully pondering over it, and completely understanding the contents of the book.
The third level was to read the book thin again and completely understand what was written inside. Only then could you be considered to have thoroughly read the book.
Yang Qingxuan was currently reading the book for the third time. He compared the contents of the book one by one to avoid missing anything.
After an hour, he finally finished reading the book for the third time. Only then did he let out a long sigh of relief. He reluctantly closed the book, put it back on the bookshelf, and took back his student ID.
He finally understood why no one had successfully practiced this sword art. It turned out that the Three Styles of Wind and Thunder were derived from the Xun and Zhen trigrams of the Eight Trigrams. They were derived from the two elements of wind and thunder.
Moreover, the three styles of sword intent could be transformed into a set of footwork named: Sword Steps.
With wind as the form, thunder as the bone, and the sword as the footwork, one could almost walk on air. In the blink of an eye, it was extremely overbearing and unpredictable.
However, no matter if it was the sword or footwork, one must first understand the power of two elements in order to master it.
The wind element was not bad. It could be found anywhere and could be used to practice the first style — Wind and Cloud Movement.
However, the thunder element was not available and was extremely dangerous. If one cultivated with the help of thunder on a stormy day, it was very likely that one would be struck by five bolts of lightning and directly die.
Moreover, even if one understood the power of two elements, they could only practice the first two styles — Wind and Cloud Movement and Thunder Shock. As for the most powerful third style, it was completely lost.
Without the essence of the third style, the power of the first two styles would be greatly reduced. It would also be difficult to master the Sword Steps.
All in all, this was a martial art with an extremely low cost-performance ratio.
After Yang Qingxuan pondered for a while, he still decided to practice it. This sword art was powerful enough, and the Sword Steps had endless uses. Moreover, after reading the entire book, he had some subtle ideas about the third style. He seemed to be able to find something.
This also made him very excited. He was originally a martial arts fanatic. The more challenging something was, the more he wanted to try it.
After putting the martial art book back on the bookshelf, he was about to start practicing when he suddenly caught a glimpse of his student ID. It showed that he owed 7000 credits!
"Ah!"
Yang Qingxuan sucked in a breath of cold air. He was so scared that his face turned pale. He said in a trembling voice, "Seven, seven thousand credits?!"
The teacher's voice sounded. He snorted and said, "That's right. It's just been twelve hours. Less than two hours will be counted as two hours."
"F * ck, this is too much!"
Yang Qingxuan's hands and feet were cold, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead. Seven thousand credits, he couldn't take it out even if he was killed!
The teacher said coldly, "You have a year to repay the debt. Pay it back slowly."
Yang Qingxuan thought to himself, "After a year, I probably won't be in school anymore. After the battle with Zuo Heng, I'll leave the school and look for Grandpa's whereabouts. Don't tell me you're still going to chase me for credits?"
After thinking it through, he chuckled and ignored them.
For the rest of the time, he was immersed in practicing the first style of the sword art.
Soon, a few days passed.
On this day, Yang Qingxuan was practicing the sword art. Suddenly, he heard a loud shout. "Everyone is waiting for you, and you're still playing in the mud!"
Yang Qingxuan was so scared that he trembled. He turned around and saw Qi Yi behind him. He said, "The dean has been waiting for you for a long time."
Yang Qingxuan was stunned. He said, "Waiting for me?"
He was so shocked that he cried out involuntarily, "The second half! Oh no, I forgot! "
Qi Yi said angrily, "How can you forget such an important thing?!"
Yang Qingxuan smiled embarrassedly. "Sorry, sorry."
Qi Yi's face suddenly became strange. He said with a playful smile, "Hehe, more than ten people are waiting for you. They're not to be trifled with. Let's see how you explain it to them."
"Them?"
Yang Qingxuan had a bad feeling in his heart. Qi Yi grabbed his shoulder and dragged him away.
A moment later, he was brought to the main hall.
More than ten figures stood there, emitting powerful auras.
Du Ruo and Xiao Feng were already there. The two of them stood together, feeling a little isolated.
When Yang Qingxuan appeared, all eyes were on him, making him feel a little uneasy.
However, he wasn't someone who was afraid. When he met those gazes, he couldn't help but be stunned when he saw a familiar figure. He called out, "Teacher Qin Zhen."
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