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Chapter 12: Starshatter Sword Technique!

Duanmu Qingshan nodded, "Will this be enough to dispel the hidden injury within me?"

"I\'m afraid not." Ling Feng shook his head, "My cultivation level is still insufficient for that."

"My injuries have troubled you."

Duanmu Qingshan patted Ling Feng\'s shoulder, saying, "Since you\'ve become my disciple, I naturally have the responsibility of a master to fulfill."

"The Wenxian Qi Refining Technique is the cultivation method of the Wenxian Sect\'s inner sect. For now, you don\'t need to consider changing the cultivation method, but in terms of martial skills..."

After a momentary pause, Duanmu Qingshan spoke slowly, "During your exchange with the disciples of Feixing Peak yesterday, I noticed a striking capability in you – the ability to swiftly grasp and emulate your opponent\'s martial techniques with just a single glance."

"Merely replicating the pattern of a gourd." Ling Feng chuckled shyly while rubbing his nose.

"To replicate with such precision suggests your excellent visual acuity," Duanmu Qingshan looked at Ling Feng and said in a composed manner, \'Let me begin by imparting a sword technique to you!"

Speaking, Duanmu Qingshan extended his hand, and a narrow sword, as dark as ink, materialized within his grasp.

Ling Feng felt a twitch in his eyelid, recognizing this as the legendary pocket dimension.

Over the years, while journeying alongside Ling Kun, they hadn\'t directly encountered a pocket dimension, but rumors of such treasures had reached their ears.

"Watch closely."

Duanmu Qingshan leaped into the air, his palm flipping as he gripped the ink-black narrow sword. Swift as the wind, his body danced into motion.

In an instant, the narrow sword seemed to have transformed into a celestial array of stars, unfurling layers of sword blossoms that created ripples in the air!

Swish! Swish! Swish!

Ling Feng\'s eyes widened; in comparison, Black Wind Claw technique seemed like inferior garbage!

Hastily activating the Heavenly Dao Eye, the intricate changes in the sword technique proved too complex. Depending solely on his eyes, he could barely recall a few moves, forgetting the previous sequence.

However, upon activating the Heavenly Dao Eye, every move and sequence became crystal clear in his mind.

The ability "replicate martial techniques" is truly heaven-defying!

Duanmu Qingshan\'s sword radiance soared, waves of moon-white sword qi rippling through the air. The brilliant sword flowers, resembling stars, were swept by the residual moon-like sword qi, converging into a line before shattering with a resounding boom, dissolving into nothingness.

"What an impressive sword technique!"

Ling Feng\'s excitement heightened as he tightly clenched his fist. Despite his inferiority in true qi cultivation compared to Shi Tailong, he believed that the artful versatility of this sword technique would ensure Shi Tailong\'s defeat at his hands!

"This sword technique, named the Starshatter Sword Technique, was crafted by the founding ancestor of the Wenxian Sect. Originally reserved for the top core disciples in the Qi Formation Realm, in the Wenxian Sect, however, being my closed-door disciple, I see no issue in passing it on to you."

Inhaling deeply, Ling Feng pondered. A sword technique exclusive to cultivators in the Qi Formation Realm and beyond?

Within the Wenxian Sect, perhaps only Duanmu Qingshan would dare to act so arbitrarily.

"Here is the sword manual; take it and study it carefully," Duanmu Qingshan said as he pulled out a manual and tossed it over.

Proficiency in martial arts goes beyond mastering the forms; the more advanced the technique, the more intricate the coordination with the accompanying breathing methods becomes.

In Duanmu Qingshan\'s perspective, although Ling Feng could swiftly replicate the sword techniques, truly refining the essence of this sword art would likely require a considerable amount of time.

This sword technique will keep him "chewing" for quite a while.

Although he had perfectly replicated the Starshatter Sword Technique in his mind, Ling Feng still accepted the manual. After expressing his gratitude and taking his leave, he began contemplating this sword technique.

...

At Feixing Peak.

"That old freak actually made a move for Ling Feng?" Yang Wei\'s expression darkened as he stared intensely at Shi Tailong, coldly inquiring.

In a state of shock, Shi Tailong stammered, "Yes... yes... He also mentioned accepting Ling Feng as a closed-door disciple. He warned that harming a single hair on Ling Feng would lead to regret on your part!"

"Hmph!" Yang Wei\'s gaze grew cold as he uttered in a chilling tone, "Duanmu old geezer, you couldn\'t restrain yourself any longer, could you?"

Standing alongside Yang Wei was a man of formidable presence, none other than the robust figure in a black robe from the disciple recruitment ceremony – Li Liang.

Squinting his eyes, Li Liang uttered in a sinister tone, "Despite having mediocre aptitude, that kid Ling Feng must possess some unique abilities to make Duanmu Qingshan willing to intervene for him."

"He\'s useless, what could he possibly do?" Yang Wei stated coldly. "But that Duanmu old geezer, does he really intend to pass down the Sword Scripture to such a worthless person?"

"There\'s nothing wrong with passing it to that useless fellow," Li Liang chuckled. "I was actually concerned that the old geezer Duanmu might not pass it down!"

"What do you mean by that?" Yang Wei frowned.

"Dealing with that sniveling brat is certainly easier than handling that old geezer Duanmu, who\'s both foul and stubborn, right?" Li Liang chuckled mischievously.

"Oh!" Yang Wei suddenly grasped the situation, "We can\'t handle that old geezer, but why would we struggle against a mere youngster? Haha! Clever, Junior Brother Li, very clever!"

"Be at ease, Senior Brother Yang. That youngster won\'t elude our grasp. The Sword Scripture will undoubtedly come into our possession sooner or later!"

The two crafty individuals exchanged glances, breaking into laughter. The entire Feixing Hall resonated with a pervasive, sly laughter that seemed endless.