Every three years, the Qin family would have a Sword Testing Day. On that day, the disciples of the Qin family who had been practicing swordsmanship for three years would pick up a real sword and treat the Sword Slave as their opponent. They would use the blood of the Sword Slave to test their swordsmanship and train their killing intent.
Although it was called Sword Testing Day, it was actually a day for the disciples of the Qin family to have the courage to kill.
The strong were respected, and the weak were food. This was fully reflected on this day.
In order to stimulate the potential of the disciples, on this day, the Qin family also had a rule that seemed like a human right. Any Sword Slave on the Sword Testing Day could use all methods to escape or even fight back. As long as they could survive, they could get rid of the identity of a Sword Slave and regain their freedom.
However, since the beginning of the Qin family, there had never been a precedent of a Sword Slave escaping death.
Qin Feng clenched his fists. His eyes were full of fighting spirit. He punched the wooden pillar in front of him and shouted angrily, "Let me, Qin Feng, break this precedent!"
With a bang, a middle-aged man with a fierce face kicked open the door of Qin Feng's cell. He was so angry that he looked like he wanted to eat someone alive, "Qin Feng, do you think you are still the young master of the Qin family? If you don't get up, I will beat you to death! "
Seeing the arrogance of the newcomer, Qin Feng's eyes were filled with rage as he stared at him. His heart was burning with anger as he mumbled to himself, "Zhou Lei, you are merely a mere manager. How dare you bully this young master when he is in dire straits? Just you wait, there will be a day when this young master will personally break your bones and teach you a lesson."
The middle-aged man saw the anger in Qin Feng's eyes. He raised the black whip in his hand and whipped it on Qin Feng's hand, "What? Do you still think you are the genius of swordsmanship three years ago? Bullsh * t. Now you are just a useless Sword Slave under my command! If you don't leave now, grandpa will slap you so hard that even your mother won't recognize you! "
Qin Feng was filled with rage. His fists were clenched so tightly that they creaked. His eyes were filled with coldness as he muttered to himself, "Zhou Lei, if this is a full Qi cycle later, I'll definitely beat the crap out of you."
The Zhou Lei that Qin Feng mentioned was an outer disciple of the Qin family. He had been in the Qin family for five years and was still a third-grade swordsman.
As a first-grade swordsman, Qin Feng had just discovered the opportunity in his body, so he could only endure it. He was handcuffed and shackled by the middle-aged man and walked out of the cell.
Walking through the gloomy and dark corridor of the cell, Qin Feng finally saw the long-lost sunlight. At the exit of the cell, Qin Feng saw more than ten people who were handcuffed and shackled like him. They all had disheveled hair and lifeless eyes. The white prison clothes they wore were the same as his, stained with dried blood.
They were all condemned prisoners bought by the Qin family. Like Qin Feng, they were all Sword Slaves for the Qin family to practice their swordsmanship.
Qin Feng walked among them. He walked step by step across the field of the cell and arrived at the Qin family's swordsmanship training field.
He and more than ten Sword Slaves stood in a row, waiting for the Qin family's swordsmanship training field to choose their own Sword Slave.
Qin Feng had been a Sword Slave on the swordsmanship training field for three years, but it did not make the swordsmanship training field of the Qin family dislike him. On the contrary, every Qin family member would fight for him to be a Sword Slave every time.
Later on, there was an additional procedure in the swordsmanship training field. Those who came to choose a Sword Slave would draw straws to decide who could have Qin Feng as their Sword Slave.
"You've gone too far! Let's see how long you can be arrogant!" Seeing the Qin family gathering to draw straws, Qin Feng was burning with anger.
"Hahahaha!" After the Qin family drew straws, a burly man grabbed Qin Feng's straws. He laughed and said, "Today, it's finally my turn to have a taste. I haven't had a taste of teaching the young master of the Qin family a lesson for a long time."
Qin Feng recognized the burly man walking towards him at a glance. He was Qin Ming, the second son of the current head of the Qin family, Qin Wentian. He idled around and did nothing all day long. He was famous for being a bully in Cangzhou City.
"Should I call you Young Master Qin Feng, Great Sword Master, or Sword Slave?"
Qin Ming, who had already walked in front of Qin Feng, looked at Qin Feng with disdain and sneered.
Without giving Qin Feng any chance to prepare, he picked up a wooden sword and stabbed at Qin Feng's shoulder.
With a bang, the hard wooden sword pierced through the thin cloth that Qin Feng was wearing and pierced into his flesh.
Qin Ming used all his strength to move the sword hilt. The tip of the sword rubbed back and forth on Qin Feng's flesh. Qin Feng's flesh was pierced by the wooden sword. His blood flowed onto the wooden sword and dripped onto the ground drop by drop.
Seeing the blood flowing from Qin Feng's body, Qin Ming sneered, "Great Sword Master, is the taste of a wooden sword piercing into flesh the same as an iron sword piercing into flesh? Oh yes, I forgot that there are still seven days before the sword-testing day. At that time, I'll let you have a taste of an iron sword piercing through your chest! "
"Hahahaha!" Qin Ming laughed arrogantly again, and a trace of evil flashed across his eyes. Before he pulled back his wooden sword, he raised his right leg, which was wearing a black riding boot, and kicked Qin Feng to the ground with a peng sound.
Qin Ming waved his hand to fan the dust that was stirred up. He grabbed Qin Feng's hair with one hand and lifted him up from the ground. Then, he punched at Qin Feng's Dantian.
"Qin Feng, aren't you a Great Sword Master? Aren't you the hope of our Qin family? Aren't you the number one genius in swordsmanship in Cangzhou City? Why don't you fight back? Fight back! Fight back! "
Qin Ming punched Qin Feng's Dantian heavily while insulting and scolding Qin Feng.
"Hope! Genius? Pah! They're all bullsh * t. They're just bastards who can be trampled and humiliated by others! "
"Hahahaha!" Qin Ming's face was full of complacency as he laughed at Qin Feng. Then, he punched Qin Feng's Dantian continuously, using almost all of his strength.
Bang bang bang!
The sound of bones cracking came from Qin Feng's Dantian. Qin Ming scolded Qin Feng with a look of disdain, "No wonder they want you to be a Sword Slave. It turns out that beating the Young Master, beating the Great Sword Master, beating the genius is so satisfying and enjoyable!"
But Qin Ming didn't know, and even all the Qin family members who had beaten Qin Feng didn't know, that every time they beat Qin Feng, they were helping Qin Feng forge the Sword Soul of the Sinking Dragon Sword in his Dantian.
The broken sword that had been sealed in Qin Feng's Dantian had become dazzling after three years of beating. As long as Qin Feng cultivated a Great Heavenly Cycle, it would be able to transform into a spirit and be unsheathed.
"Qin Ming! You have to be gentle. Qin Feng hasn't been my Sword Slave yet. I haven't even tasted what it feels like to beat a Great Sword Master from three years ago. "
"Don't worry. Beating a Great Sword Master is so satisfying. How can I let him die so easily? He still has seven days to live! "
Qin Feng, who had been knocked down, stood up again and again. Although he didn't have the strength to fight back, his aura didn't lose to any of the Qin family's young masters who were practicing.
On the contrary, every punch that Qin Ming punched Qin Feng's Dantian helped Qin Feng awaken the Sinking Dragon Sword Soul sealed in his Dantian.
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