RNP Chapter 69 Everyone Has a Sword Intent
Chapter 69 Everyone Has a Sword Intent
"Let's go." Fan Xian stretched, his bones cracking slightly.
With dawn approaching, I'll head to Baoyue Tower to rescue the person, and then figure out how to resolve Fan Sizhe's troubles.
Fan Xian could handle this small matter himself, so Russell had no intention of getting involved. He could use the time to train his muscles a few more times.
And so, the two parted ways at the crossroads. Russell returned to the Fan residence, while Fan Xian gathered his men and headed to Baoyue Tower.
From the Second Prince's residence to the Fan residence, Niulan Street is the only way. This street was already desolate, and after the previous assassination attempt, there were even fewer people coming here.
Russell stopped in the middle of the street, his gaze shifting to the entrance of an abandoned courtyard. He said approvingly, "Your breath-holding ability is impressive. I've heard Fan Xian mention you; I didn't expect you to come to me so soon. Did Yan Bingyun tell you?"
A gentle morning breeze swept across the street, swirling up a few withered leaves, and the courtyard fell silent for a moment.
Then the courtyard door suddenly swung open, and a dark figure flew out, thrusting straight at Russell with a chilling sword intent, unstoppable.
It was as if the swordsman had concentrated all his energy and spirit into the sword before him; once the sword was drawn, there was no more to hold back, and no way back.
This was Russell's first encounter with something akin to artistic conception in martial arts, something absent in a low-level martial arts world like Tian Long Ba Bu.
For a moment he was surprised, then he raised his hand and flicked the shadow's sword away with his fingers.
Shadow felt an indescribable force coming from the sword, and he staggered two steps to the side before he could regain his balance.
"Grandmaster!?" Shadow exclaimed in surprise.
Russell ignored Shadow's exclamation and instead made a shushing gesture at him.
He activated his talent, which he called "brainstorming," and kept replaying the shadow's sword strike in his mind. He observed the state of the shadow's sword strike, the way the arm muscles exerted force, and even the route of the flow of true energy in the body, analyzing it frame by frame from various different angles.
Shadow looked at Russell, who was standing there motionless as if he had suddenly fallen into a daze, with surprise, and became more certain of Russell's identity as a Grandmaster.
There's no other reason than that only a grandmaster would act so inexplicably.
Just then, Chen Pingping pushed his wheelchair himself and slowly glided out of the shadows of the abandoned courtyard. His expression was calm, and his gaze remained quietly on Russell's face.
"Dean." Upon seeing the dean, Shadow instinctively wanted to step forward to report, but Chen Pingping stopped him with a look, telling him not to act rashly.
An eerie silence fell over both the courtyard and the surrounding area.
Almost there.
A short while later, Russell gave a soft "hmm," feeling that something was still missing. He then took out Gai Nie's character card and gave it a gentle shake.
In an instant, all of Gai Nie's sword skills accumulated over the past twenty years flooded into Russell's mind.
He stood with his eyes closed, his posture as steadfast as a pine tree, but Chen Pingping and his shadow tensed up at the same instant.
Shadow gasped, his feet involuntarily taking a step back. His instincts as a top swordsman of the time made him immediately sense the unparalleled sword intent rising from Russell.
A faint sword aura rang out, and the world seemed to be rendered in an ink painting style.
Thousands of fine, thread-like sword energies transformed into a white dragon, circling Russell and baring its fangs and claws at Chen Pingping and Shadow. On the smooth, mirror-like bluestone bricks beneath their feet, countless fine, spiderweb-like white marks quietly appeared.
Chen Pingping felt a sharp, needle-like pain on the back of his hand, which was resting on the armrest of his wheelchair. He looked down and saw that several very faint red lines had appeared out of nowhere on the back of his hand, as if they had been cut by the sharpest ice shards.
What on earth is this old man doing?!
Shadow's lips twitched, and he stepped in front of Chen Pingping's wheelchair. His black robe fluttered without wind, and his true energy surged out, painstakingly creating layer upon layer of invisible energy walls in front of him.
Russell completely isolated himself at this moment, pondering the matter on his own.
He was inspired by Gai Nie during the turbulent period of the Tang Dynasty, a time when Gai Nie's internal strength and swordsmanship reached their peak.
Even a top-tier assassin like Tian Yan from the Luo Wang organization couldn't withstand more than ten moves from Gai Nie before kneeling down and begging for mercy.
Another quarter of an hour passed, and the sword energy surrounding Russell began to recede back into his body in layers.
He raised his right hand, his index and middle fingers forming a sword-like gesture, and gently poked forward.
The movement was unremarkable, but with just that one movement, Chen Pingping only vaguely guessed what had happened, while the shadowy figure's eyes widened in surprise.
True meaning!
This is the true meaning of Si Gu Jian!
Although it was only in its early stages, it was undeniable that this thrust was full of the true essence of swordsmanship, which meant prioritizing the front over the back.
This is the state he has dreamed of for decades!
I see……
Russell let out a long breath. The brainstorming session had exhausted a lot of his energy, but fortunately, it wasn't all for naught. Apart from the Ghost Valley Sword Technique, he had already deciphered the true meaning of the martial artist's intent.
The so-called artistic conception can be understood as the adaptive use of spiritual consciousness in the martial arts world. Through long-term training, martial artists refine a certain extreme and pure thought of themselves, and then attach it to true qi. Using true qi as a medium, they can draw upon the power of heaven and earth to the greatest extent.
This was a preliminary application of divine sense, but Russell was already quite satisfied. After all, he had mastered a method to project divine sense, which could be considered as opening the door to the cultivation of divine sense for him.
As for why they didn't ask Xiao Yan and Han Li for help, or for a few cultivation techniques that specialize in attacking the soul...
Bertrand Russell has never liked to trouble others, especially close acquaintances, as it makes him feel very guilty.
In his view, he travels through countless worlds, with inexhaustible opportunities. He can always find solutions to the problems he encounters on his path of cultivation. It just takes more time to explore and comprehend them. There is no need to bother others over such a trivial matter.
Of course, if he really encountered a dead end and had nowhere to turn, he wouldn't suffer for the sake of saving face, just like when he first sought instruction in the Northern Darkness Divine Art.
Bringing his wandering thoughts back, Russell turned to look at the shadow who was staring in disbelief, chuckled, and flicked his finger to release a sword aura imbued with the intent of Gu Qian's sword.
Shadow's pupils contracted sharply, and almost instinctively he raised his short sword to block.
With a clang, the short sword snapped in two, and the shadow was sent flying backward by the sword energy, crashing heavily into the brick wall of the alley behind him with a muffled thud, leaving spiderweb-like cracks on the wall.
"Did you see it clearly?" Russell asked.
This sword strike was a return gift, and the sword intent he infused into it was extremely pure. For a swordsman like Shadow, who had practiced the Four Directions Sword since childhood, it was like fine wine and dew. As long as he comprehended it, it would be equivalent to taking a big step towards the realm of a grandmaster.