My Wife is A Sword God

Chapter 12: Teaching Swordsmanship

Imperial Capital, Heavenly City.

It was night, and the lights of thousands of families illuminated the city.

A piece of news swept through the entire capital like a tidal wave.

From the imperial family to commoners, everyone knew about it.

Upon hearing the news, everyone was deeply shocked.

Liu Jianli, the proud daughter of the Liu family, returned from the Myriad Sword Sect. Due to a breakthrough failure, her own sword energy rebounded, leaving her paralyzed from the waist down. She would spend the rest of her life in a wheelchair!

Initially, some people doubted the authenticity of the news. However, when the royal physician left the Liu residence, rushing back to the imperial city on a galloping horse with a solemn expression, everyone knew the news was probably true.

It was as if a drop of water had fallen into a hot oil pan—the entire Heavenly City boiled.

You see, Liu Jianli was a rare talent in a thousand years. Even the Sect Master of the Myriad Sword Sect admitted that she would inevitably become a Sword God in the future.

However, fate was jealous of such talent!

Inside the imperial palace, Emperor Mingde, after hearing the royal physician’s report, was furious. “Worthless! All of you are useless! According to what you’re saying, Liu Jianli’s injuries are beyond cure?”

The royal physician knelt on the ground, trembling all over. “Reporting to Your Majesty, Liu Jianli’s meridians were shattered by thunder and penetrated by sword energy. Her meridians are completely severed, causing her lower body to lose sensation. Although the Sect Master of the Myriad Sword Sect has removed all the sword energy inside her, the shattered meridians are too numerous, and some are entangled together. Attempting to reset them one by one, reconnecting them, is beyond human capability. Moreover, a slight mistake could lead to Liu Jianli’s death! So…”

The physician’s words trailed off there.

Just as Emperor Mingde was about to erupt in anger, at this very moment, Duke Liu appeared.

Emperor Mingde seemed contemplative. He dismissed everyone else, leaving only Duke Liu.

That night, no one knew what Duke Liu and Emperor Mingde talked about.

It wasn’t until the next day that a significant piece of news spread from the Liu family.

Liu Jianli was to be married off to Jinyang City!

And the groom was from the Qin family—Qin Feng!

In Jinyang City, as the sun rose in the east, Qin Feng was once again awakened by the sound of swordplay in the courtyard.

Looking out through a crack in the window, he indeed saw Qin An practicing swordsmanship.

“My younger brother has already started practicing diligently, but here I am, still lying in bed. I really shouldn’t be like this. No, I can’t fall further into decadence. I have to enter the ninth level of the Literature Saint as soon as possible!”

Qin Feng made up his mind, but then he rolled over in bed, thinking, “Hmm, maybe I’ll just sleep a bit longer.”

About the time it takes for an incense stick to burn later, Qin Feng opened his eyes again. He had planned to sleep until noon, but for some reason, his right eyelid had been twitching constantly. He felt restless and irritable.

Since he couldn’t sleep anymore, Qin Feng reluctantly got out of bed, put on his clothes, and went out.

Qin An heard the movement and looked over. “Sorry, Big brother, did I disturb your sleep?”

Qin Feng shot him a resentful look. “Isn’t that obvious?”

But this can’t be blamed on Qin An. When the Qin family moved to Jinyang City, most of the money was used to buy the Moonlit Pavilion.

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This resulted in the courtyard and bedroom being unusually close. After thinking it over, it was still that scoundrel’s fault!

Qin Feng waved his hand, “Actually, I woke up before dawn, I was just reading in my room.” As the eldest brother, he couldn’t afford to lose his dignity.

“Big brother, you’re really diligent. It seems I can’t slack off anymore. Tomorrow, I’ll get up before dawn and practice my swordsmanship.” Qin An looked excited and determined.

Oh no, I messed up, Qin Feng corner of his mouth twitched, wishing he could tear his stupid mouth apart.

The two chatted casually for a while, and Qin An started swinging his narrow blade again.

Qin Feng had originally planned to go directly to the Listen To Rain Pavilion, but he remembered the instructions from Cang Feilan yesterday. Helplessly, he could only sit on the side of the yard, watching his younger brother practice his swordsmanship.

The martial arts tradition was divided into nine ranks, focusing on physical training and supplemented by weapons. The use of weapons was divided into five stages of enlightenment.

They were Blade’s Edge, Heavy As Mountain, Clear Mind, Concealed Weapon, and Realm Of Myriad Gods.

Blade’s Edge was self-explanatory, emphasizing the swift and unstoppable nature of weapons, as the saying goes, nothing is unbreakable, only speed can’t be shattered. Qin An’s proficiency in swordsmanship was at this stage.

He practiced swordsmanship desperately now, hoping to enter the Heavy As Mountain stage and then explore Divine Martial Grade 6 Gathering Power Realm.

“It’s a good idea, my younger brother’s talent in the martial arts is truly enviable, but…” Qin Feng frowned, seeing something.

Having read thousands of books, he could tell at a glance that the swordsmanship his younger brother was practicing was the “Leaf-cutting Sword” from the Qin family’s library. This sword technique emphasized speed over strength. It would be fine for entering the Blade’s Edge stage but utterly unrealistic for entering the Heavy As Mountain stage.

Starting on the wrong path made it no wonder that Qin An, at the seventh rank, was not making progress.

“Young brother, stop for a moment.”

Qin An put down his narrow blade and asked curiously, “Big brother, what’s wrong?”

“The ‘Leaf-cutting Sword’ is of little use to you now. Apart from this sword technique, do you have any other ones to study?”

Qin An shook his head, “Martial arts techniques are precious treasures in the world, and my father spent a lot of money to find this sword technique. Where else can I find another one?”

Qin Feng contemplated with his head down, understanding the situation.

In Great Qian, martial arts were in abundance. However, most major sects and families were reluctant to share their unique skills, which resulted in a scarcity of martial arts techniques available for learning.

“The Great Qin Dynasty, vast and fertile, produces outstanding talents, but it is always shrouded in the shadow of demons and monsters for a reason.” Wait a minute, Qin Feng suddenly realized something, his eyes widening.

“Yesterday, in the Listen To Rain Pavilion, I read many books, and there seemed to be quite a few martial arts techniques?” Qin Feng closed his eyes in thought and quickly found the most suitable sword technique for Qin An at the moment — “Heavenly Astral Essence Slash”! This technique focused on gathering energy to puncture the opponent, emphasizing strength over speed, precisely what Qin An needed now!

“Younger brother, come over here, I will teach you a new sword technique.”

“Big brother, are you serious?” Qin An was skeptical, walking closer.

“Of course, why would I lie to you?” Although I say this, this sword technique only exists in my mind. How can I teach it to my younger brother?

After much thought, Qin Feng shifted his gaze to the narrow blade in Qin An’s hand, a plan forming in his mind.

Even though I haven’t condensed my energy, I can practice the sword technique and then tell him the techniques of channeling the energy. This way, I can teach him the sword technique.

Confident in his plan, Qin Feng spoke, “Let me borrow your sword; I’ll demonstrate the technique for you.”

“Big brother, this sword is a bit heavy. I’m afraid you…”

“Hmm? Just a narrow blade. Do you really think scholars are all weaklings? Give it to me!”

“Alright.”

Qin An handed over the narrow blade. When he let go of it, at that instant…

Qin Feng felt his arm bearing a heavy load, and his entire body fell along with the hilt, lowering him by a good measure.

“Big brother!!!”