Chapter 15

Ouyang Fei continued, "But now that Jiang Huan has broken through to middle stage, although his cultivation base is not as high as Jiang He's, it's still rare for a 16-17 year old middle stage warrior to have such a breakthrough, not to mention he's his own son. When the time comes, he won't be able to hand over the military power to Jiang He and will instead pass it to his own son, Jiang Huan."

Having said so, Ouyang Fei closed his book, stood up, and began to slowly pace toward the backyard.

Ouyang Yuanqing lowered his head and followed behind his father.

"Father, what should we do about Jiang Huan?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ouyang Fei turned around and stared at Ouyang Yuanqing, his eyes filled with a sinister light.

Ouyang Yuanqing only felt a cold aura burst out from his father's body and cover the entire hall, causing him to break out in a cold sweat. The killing intent that had suddenly appeared on his father's body made it hard for Ouyang Yuanqing, a twenty-one year old middle stage Martial Master, to resist.

Ouyang Fei slowly said, "Kill!"

In the backyard of the Everlasting Hall cafeteria, Jiang Huan was munching on Elder Zhang's fried rice as he gave a vague explanation of what happened in the second round of the Imperial Examinations.

Elder Zhang was still leisurely sitting on his teacher's chair, smoking his cigarette. When he heard Jiang Huan mention that Liu Fenghan had used the dark class martial skill, the Cloud Water Sword, Elder Zhang finally said, "It's fortunate that you fought with your life on the line. Otherwise, it would be very difficult for you to win against the Cloud Water Sword at your newly broken cultivation level."

Jiang Huan puffed up his cheeks that had been stuffed with rice as he asked vaguely, "Is the Cloud Water Sword very powerful?"

"Naturally, someone like you who has a low cultivation realm is very powerful. However, in my eyes, they are not even dregs!"

"Hmph!" "You are bragging, if you have the ability, then teach me a martial art!"

Jiang Huan pretended not to believe him.

However, Elder Zhang didn't buy it. "Don't be so hypocritical, I've already passed you the Earth Rank cultivation technique. Besides, don't you still have your family's inherited martial art, the Six Legged Bladelike Chi?!"

Jiang Huan saw that his tricks had been seen through and felt a bit embarrassed. He put down his chopsticks and bowl, walked to Elder Zhang's side and said.

"Isn't it too much of a waste to have so many techniques? Why don't you teach me another Earth Ranked Martial Technique? The next time I see something like this, I won't be in such a sorry state."

Elder Zhang looked at Jiang Huan with a slanted face as he knocked off the ashes from his cigarette. Then, he stood up and walked towards the forest outside the small courtyard.

Jiang Huan chuckled and followed after him.

Arriving at the forest, Elder Zhang stuck the pipe into the back of his neck and spread out his left arm. Suddenly, a light flashed as a long item the length of an arm appeared in Elder Zhang's hand. It was tightly wrapped in cotton cloth.

Jiang Huan felt a sense of novelty.

Elder Zhang slowly undid the cotton cloth with one hand. Slowly and gently, as if he was an old friend whom he hadn't seen for many years, Elder Zhang's expression became sad as well, but it disappeared in a flash and returned to normal.

When he completely unwrapped the cloth, Jiang Huan was able to see its full appearance. It was a broken blade, and the blade was as wide as his palm, covered in rust. The tip of the blade was half a foot long, and the purple gold spirit thread was wrapped around the handle like a dragon.

At first glance, it looked like a broken rusted knife, completely devoid of any special qualities.

Elder Zhang caressed the broken blade with one hand as he spoke with a deep tone, "The sword is dead. Penalty!"

"You have practiced the basics of the technique well, but it is still insufficient. I have three types of sabresmanship that can only be understood but not spoken of. The sabresmanship is called 'Green Edge's Three Sabres'. It is a sabresmanship that I comprehended from watching the sword in my youth."

Elder Zhang's words left Jiang Huan stunned. He didn't even have time to react.

Elder Zhang suddenly took a step forward. In an instant, the atmosphere around him changed. He was no longer that old geezer who cooked in the canteen and wanted to take advantage of anyone.

The fallen leaves on the surrounding grass were blown away by the boundless Qi that Elder Zhang did not emit. They fluttered in the air like butterflies.

"Qi away three chakras!" Heaven, Earth, and Man! Foot Five Talisman-Dollars! "Xun, Kan, Li, Gen, Bite!"

"With a loud shout from Elder Zhang, he stabbed out with his Green Edge, causing the tiger to move in the direction of the mountains and rivers!"

As soon as his voice fell, he slashed out a silver white saber light. The ground was impressively cut by the saber light, leaving a gully half a foot wide and dozens of feet long!

The power behind Elder Zhang's sabre was so powerful that Jiang Huan's chin almost fell off. However, what surprised him was that he didn't feel any trace of Yuan Qi from Elder Zhang's sabre art. It was as if there was only the aura of a saber.

Elder Zhang did not lose his momentum as he slashed out two more times!

"Green Edge, Second Slash!"

"Green Edge, Three Blades!"

Another two terrifyingly powerful blade lights shot out. Compared to the first blade's power, they were even more terrifying. They left a several hundred feet long ravine on the ground, and even the boulders in front of them were chopped into pieces by the blade lights.

Elder Zhang withdrew his broken sabre. Looking at the marks left by his three sabers, he was disappointed and shook his head. "His power is far from what it used to be."

Jiang Huan couldn't help but curse in his heart, "What a guy!" "You've made a river out of the woods with these three knives, and you're not satisfied with it."