The Way of the Sword (BL)

NOT EDITED

ML, IN THE END, THIS CHAPTER.

LONG CHAPTER AGAIN

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During the first five days, the trip was totally quiet, Zemin Yan was studying the formal alphabet of Mainland Hua, with the help of Shou Zuo who despite being a person who likes to play and be flirtatious, was a good teacher and had enough patience.

Not only Zemin Yan but Yi Yuga, Quian Dalai, and Wen Jie were taking lessons with Shou Zuo. Only Chu Yue sat on the couch and read some books on the history of the continent, she could read and write, after all, her uncles wanted to sell her for the best price to some rich family homes.

In the morning Zemin Yan and Yi Yuga did their meditations with the techniques of special breaths. Every day Zemin Yan felt his power grow more and more, probably it was thanks to the contract with the sacred wolf cub, Sying, that his body improved and that it enabled him to have a better performance in the cultivation.

Although Zemin Yan still had to awaken his bloodline, as he was far from being the age and power to unravel this mystery he was already satisfied with these small advances.

However, Yi Yuga was already reaching the apex of the cultivation of the Kingdom of Qi Refinement, probably he must reach the next realm so that Zemin Yan help him with the bone marrow of the general wolf of the wind.

Zemin Yan already had a plan to help his friend further improve his body and his cultivation, he was going to bring Elder Han to his plan.

Chu Yue was practicing with the wooden sword according to a manual she received from Zemin Yan.

At first, Chu Yue said he could not accept this manual and it should be precious, but Zemin Yan replied that he would only lend for a while, when he had learned to read and write, he would ask for the manual back.

Of course, Zemin Yan only said so that his new friend would not refuse the manual, but for him, this manual was not useful and neither was strong, but for Chu Yue who had no basis with the sword this basic manual of the shadow style was a good foundation to start training.

Quian Dalai also trained with his heavy sword against the training dummies, which looked like immortal existence, for they were able to withstand every blow of this child-fighting maniac!

But there was something strange between Wen Jie and Shou Zuo in the morning, while Zemin Yan and the others were doing their thing in the living room, the other two were a little longer in the room.

In the end, Wen Jie was the first to leave the room with a flushed face and a complicated look on his cruel face, his lips also seemed a little swollen. Already Shou Zuo leaves as always, with a flirtatious look and a flirtatious smile on his full pink lips, of course, his lips were also a little swollen.

Since everyone else was a child between 10 and 11 years old, they had no idea what they were doing after breakfast when they went into the room.

Zemin Yan and the others were curious, but they did not ask, because it seemed that Wen Jie would die of shame every time someone touched the subject of his lips being slightly swollen.

In the afternoon the children and Wen Jie gathered at a table and Shou Zuo patiently taught about the formal language of the Hua Continent.

At night Zemin Yan and Yi Yuga trained with wooden swords against the training dolls, each of them following a different path to the sword. As Yi Yuga's sword follows the path of speed, Zemin Yan's sword follows the more flexible path, which allows for more subtle technical speed, so the movement becomes slow but at the same time fast.

Of course, these paths required concentration and dedication of both children in their techniques, because it was very difficult to control the speed of the sword along with the force of the blow and the control of the blade.

Already Quian Dalai begins to do his meditation before the window on the right side of the living room bathed in beautiful moonlight, with the wooden sword on his lap and his eyes closed. It seems Quian Dalai has his own breathing technique!

Chu Yue, who had no special sword technique or breathing technique, concentrated on learning to manipulate the element of darkness, as the shadow sword manual gives some clues on how to detect the element of darkness. Then she takes advantage of the night to try to learn about the dark element and even tries to gather the element of darkness in her little hands.

If anyone in the Celestial Sword sect could see the progress of Chu Yue, they would be standing to applaud and they would probably not even believe their eyes!

Which showed that Chu Yue was a genius talent, but also showed that the shadow sword manual that Zemin Yan "lent" to his friend was actually amazing!

Wei Jie was also training with two heavy wooden swords, but his training had more to do with balance and also with dexterity to be able to move the swords both independently and synchronously.

Wei Jie himself does not realize that he is a great talent in the Dao of the sword, for it was very rare for the cultivators of the Sword Dao to master two heavy swords at the same time, so rare that there were only two sword cultivators in many hundreds of years that have achieved this feat.

Elder Han had much anticipation for Wei Jie and Quian Dalai, for they were rare talents who had fate with the heavy sword.

Already Shou Zuo was also sitting alone on the rug of the room, sitting in a lotus position with the long thin wooden sword in his lap, his eyes were closed and his breathing seemed strange, almost illusory, if he did not observe the body of Shou Zuo could properly be thought that he was not breathing and that he had become a beautiful and perfect statue.

Even little Sying was working hard as he slept peacefully in room number 10, for he naturally applied the breathing technique of his species, according to the memory of his ancestral bloodline.

However, Sying felt that there was something that hindered its growth, which should be rapid and ferocious growth.

"It must be the curse or poison in my body!" Sying thought as he seemed to sleep on the soft, comfortable sofa.

Sying wanted so much to ask Zemin Yan to do something, but he knew now was not the right time, so he can only slowly increase his power.

For five days everything was quiet, everyone had established their routines, including who would cook which meal for each day, so everyone was relatively relaxed when the aircraft was attacked!

There were several bombings against the building and the cruel blue bird screamed in anger and pain, it did not seem like it was just some demonic beasts that were causing an attack.

"Emergency! Emergency! Attack of middle-level Devils! Kind Flying Cow! "A mechanical voice sounded through all the rooms and rooms of the large aircraft.

Zemin Yan and the others were able to see through the living room window large numbers of cattle with wings and armor and spiritual weapons in their hooves.

"Were not they demonic cows? So what does that big pink pig do leading this army ?! "asked Quian Dalai in surprise, he never imagined in his life that pig really could fly!

"These devil cows are not part of the Magoru Empire beyond the Unhappy Ocean, what is this army doing up here?" Shou Zuo grumbled to see a badge on the bovine armor, a chimera insignia.

"Magoru Empire?" Yi Yuga asked curiously as he watched the army of flying cows with their flying pig leader approach the aircraft.

Of course, the guards of the aircraft were already blocking the passage of this army along with Elder Han and the veteran disciples of the Aurore Core kingdom.

"There is two continent dominated by the human race, but the total of continents in this world until then discovered is of 6 continents. Two of the human race, two of the devil race, an untapped continent and a continent that is banned for all lives below the emperor martial kingdom. "Shou Zuo explained with his unusually serious voice and a calm look while everyone watched the situation out there.

At that moment Elder Han seemed to be talking to the flying pig, but the conversation seemed heated.

"The Magoru Empire sits on Mainland Dens which belongs to the Devils race. It is an empire among seven empires that exist on that continent. The Magoru Empire is the weakest of the seven empires, usually, it does not make many appearances on the Dens Continent and much less invades human territory. However, even the Magoru Empire being the weakest of the seven Devils empires, this empire is still much stronger than many human sects put together! "Said Shou Zuo with a serious tone in his soft voice, everyone there trembled a little with your colleague's statement.

"It seems like Elder Han and the veteran disciples will fight head-on with this army of flying cows!" Said Yi Yuga with a worried look, after all, they are so high in the sky, so they could not run away or hide if things did wrong.

If Elder Han and the Aurore Core disciples died all the people on this aircraft were doomed to die too!

As all the new disciples looked out the window of the aircraft, their hearts anxious and fearful, the army of flying cows gave a terrified look and pointed upward with horror in their large bovine eyes.

Then a sharp power appeared, it was like a long, cold sword that looked as if it might break the sky in half, this sword went straight into the great bovine army that seemed horrified at what they saw.

However, there was not even a cry of terror, for all of them had become dust, a beautiful silver powder as if all the devils had turned into snowflakes.

Surprisingly, in the midst of the snowflakes was the figure of a young man who wore pure white clothes, a belt of jade of the highest quality, his hair as black as the darkness of night, his long black hair was in a ponytail bound by a long white ribbon.

The man's eyes were dark, so deep that people felt that he could strip the soul of any living being, his skin was pale and smooth, his rosy lips looked cruel, and his nose seemed cut by the hands of a brilliant sculptor, his eyebrows sharp and an air indifferent to the devastatingly handsome face.

His large hands and long, callused fingers held the sword with confidence, as if he had been doing this for a long time, the sword still emitting a cold aura and a cold white glow.

The body of this young man is tall, broad-shouldered, thin, but he had powerful legs and arms with muscles almost visible through the thin clothing he wore, which distorts much of the cold, now snowy environment outside.

That young man looked like a handsome, ferocious war-god, the aura he emitted was attractive and dangerous, making the young disciples' hearts fire wildly.

Zemin Yan seemed to be mesmerized by the aura of this young man, for some reason he could not take his eyes from the devastatingly handsome face of that stranger.

Suddenly those eyes as dark, as the shadows of death, looked at the brown and bright eyes of Zemin Yan, who lost his breath for a few seconds.

Zemin Yan felt that all his secrets were uncovered by that pair of dark eyes, his heart beating madly against his chest and he bit his lips nervously.

"So that's how it is to be powerful?" Zemin Yan thought as he felt an unfamiliar pressure on his heart, even his soul seemed to be feeling the awesome power of this young man with dark eyes.

Then the young man, who looked like a war-god and seemed to carry dark and cold death in his eyes, smiled at Zemin Yan, it was a smile so gentle and elegant that it left the face that was already devastatingly beautiful even more beautiful, giving a touch of holiness that mighty god.

However, it was a brief smile, only a second, but that second would be marked in the mind of Zemin Yan forever and ever.

In the not so distant future, Zemin Yan will fight hard so this man can smile like that for him and only for him ... But that's for the future!