Chapter 13: Organizing the Fragmented Sword Manual, Luo Yun Complains

“Damn it!” Luo Yun’s face twisted with rage, his eyes filled with resentment. “Lu Changfeng! Do you think that just because you’re a direct disciple of the Moon Cold Peak, you can act so recklessly?”

“My cousin is the senior apprentice brother of Heavenly Sword Peak!”

“Believe me when I say, I could make it impossible for you to take a single step here!”

Lu Changfeng remained unmoved by the threat, his expression calm as he spoke indifferently:

“When an inner sect disciple attacks a direct disciple…”

“Even if I were to strike now and cripple you, the sect would not utter a single complaint.”

“You—!”

Upon hearing this, Luo Yun’s eyes flickered with fury, his anger barely contained. Yet his body trembled instinctively, forbidding any rash move.

At that moment, he could feel it clearly.

Lu Changfeng’s gaze was filled with murderous intent.

If he dared to attack here, he would surely die.

Lu Changfeng turned coldly and strode away toward his cave dwelling.

Beside him, Zhou Xuantong hurried to keep pace.

As he passed Luo Yun, he cast a triumphant glance full of contempt.

When Zhou Xuantong first arrived at the Dao Yan Sect, he had been entangled with Luo Yun.

Back then, without any backing, he was constantly targeted and his cultivation barely improved.

Now, witnessing Luo Yun’s miserable state, Zhou Xuantong felt a surge of satisfaction.

This only strengthened his resolve to follow Lu Changfeng.

After the two left, Luo Yun slowly rose from the ground.

He clenched his fists tightly as his fingernails dug into his flesh, blood dripping steadily onto the earth.

“Lu Changfeng!”

“This humiliation today, I’ve taken note of. I will make you pay dearly for it!”

On the road, Zhou Xuantong spoke excitedly, “Thank you, senior brother!”

“I…” Lu Changfeng waved his hand lightly, wearing an indifferent expression. “It’s nothing.”

The two returned to Moon Cold Peak.

Zhou Xuantong bowed respectfully before leaving.

Lu Changfeng sat cross-legged on a meditation cushion, taking out a fragmented manual of sword techniques and began to study it carefully.

He quickly flipped through the pages of the fragment.

His understanding of the sword manual began to emerge.

“This fragment records the first three forms: Cloud Splitter, Wind Extinguish, and Falling Star.”

“The first two moves are broad and powerful, embodying a return to simplicity and purity.”

“The last form is indeed obscure and difficult for beginners; it must contain subtle sword intent…”

To others, mastering even the first form would require immense effort.

But Lu Changfeng grasped the essence at a glance.

After all, the vision from his previous life still remained.

Within the entire Dao Yan Sect—

If one were to ask who understood the sword best—

Even the peak master of Heavenly Sword Peak might not surpass Lu Changfeng.

After memorizing these sword moves, Lu Changfeng casually pulled out a black iron sword from his spatial ring.

This sword was stored within the ring itself—a standard weapon for every Dao Yan Sect disciple.

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