Qin Feng's eyes were full of spirit. He was full of anticipation for his return to the path of the sword. His cold gaze swept over all the disciples of the Qin family who were practicing. A cold light flashed across his eyes as he thought to himself, "You didn't expect this, did you? I, Qin Feng, didn't expect that losing the Sword Soul would be a blessing in disguise and allow me to obtain the Sword Soul of the Sunken Dragon Sword Emperor. You, and all those who look down on me, Qin Feng, watch how I counterattack! "
The attendants of the young masters of the Qin family stood on both sides of the training field.
They heard the conversation between the young masters and also leaned over to whisper to Qin Feng.
"Say, a dignified young master and great swordsman has been reduced to a Sword Slave. Does he still have the face to live in this world? If it were me, I would have killed myself a long time ago!"
"Die! Look at him. Is he willing to die? He's simply a cowardly piece of trash. "
"People like him are superfluous in this world. What great swordsman and genius were you talking about three years ago? Bullsh * t! "
The training ended after noon.
Qin Feng and the Sword Slaves who had been brought to the training field were all severely injured. They were handcuffed and shackled and walked step by step back to the dark and damp cell while enduring the pain.
With a clang, Steward Zhou Lei kicked open the cell door and grabbed Qin Feng's fluffy hair. He threw and kicked him into the cell.
"F * ck, he's really heavy. So he has a body full of cheap bones! I'm so tired! "
Zhou Lei crossed his legs and sat on a bluestone rock outside the prison. He took out a chicken drumstick wrapped in paper and ate it with relish.
After a while, Zhou Lei finished the chicken leg and licked his lips. He walked in front of Qin Feng and threw the remaining chicken bone in front of Qin Feng. The muscles on his face twisted into a ball as he said, "Great swordsman Qin Feng, since you've won the favor of the young masters today, I'll reward you with this chicken leg. Remember, you can only look at it and not eat it! If you want to eat a chicken leg, maybe in your next life! "
Zhou Lei, whose face was full of mockery, suddenly laughed sinisterly after he finished speaking. He stretched and said in a clear voice, "I almost forgot what you taught me three years ago, Great swordsman Qin Feng. A swordsman can't eat too much. If he's really too full, he must move his muscles and bones and digest!"
Zhou Lei walked into the cell as he spoke. He grabbed Qin Feng's hair with one hand and threw him out of the cell with a bang. He rubbed his palms together and, while Qin Feng was still unconscious, he slapped Qin Feng's face.
"Great swordsman Qin Feng, your teachings three years ago are really effective. I feel much better after moving around!"
Zhou Lei raised his right leg and kicked Qin Feng's chin as he spoke.
With a puff, Qin Feng's blood and bile were kicked out by Qin Wentian.
At this time, Zhou Lei still refused to let go. He turned around and looked at Qin Feng with disdain, saying, "It's said that beating up a Great Swordsman like you is very satisfying, but I've never tried it. Today, I'll have a taste of beating up a Great Swordsman!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Lei recalled how the young master of the Qin family had beaten up Qin Feng in the sword practice field. He copied the scene and continued to beat up Qin Feng.
Finally, he stepped on Qin Feng's face and revealed an arrogant smile, saying, "No wonder they're fighting over you to be a Sword Slave. It turns out that beating you up is so satisfying!"
"Hahahaha!" Zhou Lei laughed coldly and swaggered off.
Watching Zhou Lei's departing figure, Qin Feng endured the physical pain on his body. His eyes were filled with anger, "Zhou Lei! You're just a small steward. How dare you bully me like this. I'll make you pay double! "
"Hmph!"
Qin Feng snorted and kicked the chicken bone out of the cell. His eyes shone with a cold light as he muttered to himself, "The world is cruel and the strong prey on the weak. Even a mere steward can bully his master by relying on his master's power."
"I must return to the path of the sword. I must become stronger. I can't let anyone treat me like trash and humiliate me as they please!"
Qin Feng silently swore in his heart. He sat on the ground and began to cultivate.
The next day, Qin Feng was dragged out to be a Sword Slave. He was beaten up by the disciples of the Qin family until noon and then dragged back. Just like that, two days passed.
Qin Feng, who was cultivating on the ground, suddenly had his eyes light up. He heard a bang in his Dantian, followed by the sound of flowing energy.
With a bang, Qin Feng's palm struck the stone floor of the cell. The ground sank by more than a foot, and the yellow soil and stone floor cracked into small pieces.
"True Qi, I have True Qi!"
Looking at his right palm, which had smashed the ground and was unexpectedly unharmed, Qin Feng cheered excitedly.
"I … I've finally completed the first minor cycle of cultivation! I have become a Swordsman and possess the power of a Swordsman! "
In the Sky Sword Continent, only Swordsmen could possess True Qi. Above Swordsmen, there were Swordmaster, Great Swordmaster, Kenzō, Honorable Swordsman, King of Swords, Saint of Swords, and God of Swords.
Each realm was divided into five grades.
Legend has it that above God of Swords, there were King Grade God of Swords, Emperor Grade God of Swords …
When a Swordsman advanced to the next level, his True Qi would also increase. The cultivation of Sword Qi was divided into True Qi, Spiritual Qi, and Divine Qi.
Each realm was divided into nine grades. Legend has it that above the nine grades of God of Swords, there was an even higher realm.
However, in Cangzhou City, the highest cultivation realm was only the third grade of Sword God.
Therefore, three years ago, when Qin Feng had only become a first grade Great Swordmaster, he was able to shake the entire Cangzhou City and become the darling of swordsmen.
Qin Feng stared at the collapsed ground, his face filled with excitement, "As long as I cultivate one more major cycle, I can become a first grade Swordmaster, and not far from becoming a Great Swordmaster!"
"I must become stronger, I must take back everything that belonged to me three years ago!"
That night, Qin Feng didn't sleep at all. He kept cultivating, breaking through, breaking through, and improving. By daybreak, he had already become a fifth grade swordsman, only a step away from becoming a first grade swordsman.
At this time, Qin Feng heard the sound of hurried footsteps coming from the corridor of the cell.
Familiar, this kind of hurried and angry footsteps, Qin Feng could not be more familiar. For three years, this kind of hurried and angry footsteps, Qin Feng had heard it for three whole years.
Half a month ago, every time Qin Feng heard this kind of hurried and angry footsteps, he would feel afraid.
Because after hearing this kind of footsteps, Qin Feng would be dragged out of the cell and brought to the sword practice field, where he would become a Sword Slave for the young master of the Qin family to beat as he pleased.
But now, when he heard this kind of familiar footsteps again, his blood boiled.
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