I Can Fix My Talent in Hundred Lives

Chapter 647: Chapter 493: Prince_2

"In the Jianghu, showing mercy to enemies is cruelty to oneself. Either do not act, or when you do, be ruthless."

He remembered the teachings. In his swordsmanship, his actions were decisive, without the slightest hesitance.

Li Baifeng caught a glimpse of Qin Ping’an’s swordsmanship, her heart suddenly trembled, and she thought to herself:

"This sword technique... could it be..."

"It’s the unique swordsmanship of the Dust-Avoiding Heroes! Are you Tang Xichen’s disciple?"

Qin Ping’an paused his sword momentum, reversed his hand to pierce through an assassin’s shoulder, and nodded lightly:

"Indeed, do you know my mother?"

"It really is!"

Li Baifeng was overjoyed and immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

When she was young, she had heard of the fame of the Dust-Avoiding Heroes, their swordsmanship was divine, and they were renowned heroes respected by everyone in the Jianghu.

Later, for unknown reasons, they suddenly retired from the Jianghu.

Now, knowing that the scholar before her is their descendant, most of her vigilance dissipated.

The two joined forces, quickly paving a bloody path.

...

Days later, at a tea house by the side of the official road.

Qin Ping’an and Li Baifeng sat in a corner, ordering several small dishes, quietly dining.

After traveling together these days, the two had become quite familiar.

Although Qin Ping’an was new to the Jianghu, he rapidly grew through several life-and-death battles.

He seemed naturally adapted to such life-threatening stimulation, and in just a few days, his swordsmanship progressed rapidly, his moves became more skillful, and his actions more decisive.

Li Baifeng watched his transformation, secretly amazed:

"The offspring of the Dust-Avoiding Swords, truly his talent is extraordinary, such insight is rare in the Jianghu."

Just then, the tea house owner came over with a pot of hot tea, his face plastered with a flattering smile.

But as he reached the table, his gaze suddenly turned fierce, and he smashed the teapot towards Qin Ping’an’s head.

At the same instant, two other men who seemed like patrons in the tea house suddenly attacked, brandishing sharp weapons, swarming forward.

"Watch out!"

Li Baifeng shouted softly, immediately standing up to evade, drawing her sword again.

Qin Ping’an reacted swiftly, sidestepping to avoid the teapot, while his long sword swept across, sword light flashing as it cut the tea house owner’s wrist.

"Damn it!!"

This was already the third wave of pursuers!

Qin Ping’an’s eyes were cold, without unnecessary words, he moved and charged into the battle.

Facing the two assassins’ encirclement, he was unhurried, dodging left and right, finding a flaw, and sealing throats with his sword.

His swordsmanship at this moment already bore the style of a famous master, each move was ruthless, each sword strike was lethal.

In a brief moment, the two assassins fell in a pool of blood.

The tea house owner, seeing his companions killed, was scared out of his wits and turned to flee.

Qin Ping’an’s gaze turned fierce, he flicked his wrist, and the long sword flew out like a shooting star, precisely piercing through the tea house owner’s back.

The owner let out a miserable shriek, fell heavily to the ground, dead.

Qin Ping’an stepped forward, withdrew his sword, flicked the blood off the blade, then sheathed the sword and exhaled:

"Miss Li, this is the third time. Judging by this stance, you might have provoked an entire assassin den?"

Li Baifeng looked at the corpses on the ground, her expression complicated.

These days, if it hadn’t been for Qin Ping’an’s repeated rescue, she would have long been dead.

Moreover, upon learning Qin Ping’an was the descendant of the Dust-Avoiding Swords, her worries gradually dissipated.

She remained silent for a long time, as if making a huge decision, then took out a scroll of yellowing silk from her chest and handed it to Qin Ping’an.

"Qin Gongzi, at this point, I won’t hide from you."

"This is a cultivation technique passed down from my ancestors, the ’Yuhua Divine Codex’, cultivating this technique tempers the Divine Soul, and can achieve True Master Realm."

"Those people are chasing us because they want to seize this technique."

Qin Ping’an was shocked upon hearing, feeling a new world slowly unfold before his eyes.

"Cultivation technique? True Master Realm?"

"Correct."

Li Baifeng nodded, her tone carrying a bit of sentiment:

"Since Emperor Qiwu unified the lands and swept the eight wildernesses, he strictly ordered the suppression of folk indecent sacrifices, forbade private cultivation of heterodox paths, and brought all cultivators under official management, supervised by the Tianjian."

"Over time, cultivation techniques in the Jianghu have become rarer, and cultivators increasingly scarce, it’s normal that you haven’t heard of it."

She paused, then added:

"Do you remember, a few days ago outside the Mountain God Temple, among those chasing us there was a strange person?"

"I broke his invisible trick with black dog blood, that person was a cultivator."

Qin Ping’an recalled for a moment, then immediately nodded:

"I remember! That person’s movements were unpredictable, had you not reacted quickly, we would have suffered greatly."

"That was just the most basic cultivation method."

Li Baifeng explained:

"The path of cultivation, first stabilize the spirit, then roam the divine, this is the foundation of cultivation."

"If one can cultivate to the Master Exorcism Realm, it would be possible to manipulate flying swords within a hundred steps and travel with qi, like a celestial being."

She spoke, her gaze falling on Qin Ping’an, carrying some expectations:

"Qin Gongzi, you are immensely talented, this ’Yuhua Divine Codex’, I am willing to teach you! Would you like to learn it?"

Qin Ping’an had been practicing swordsmanship with his parents since childhood, but had never encountered the art of cultivation.

Now having the opportunity to enter this mysterious cultivation world, he naturally didn’t want to miss it:

"Thank you for trusting me, Miss Li! I am willing to learn!"

...

Inside the herbal hall, the fragrance of medicine carried a sense of tranquility.

Zhou Yunsheng, dressed in a cloth with hidden patterns, bowed to Tang Xichen respectfully and spoke:

"Madam, the young master encountered Miss Li Baifeng, heirloom of the Li family estate, during his studies. She is currently being pursued by members of the Red Blood Sect, entangled along the way, now returning to Nanzhou."