Divine Doctor from the Start of the Eye Mutation

Since the sword leaves its scabbard, it must kill the opponent; otherwise, why would you draw your sword?

The act of unsheathing a sword is simple, but if you think everyone can do it, you're mistaken.

The blade rests within the scabbard, unbeknownst to others how much Northern Spiritual Energy has condensed within it.

No one knows when the sword will strike or in what direction, nor whether there will be changes when it is drawn, or whether there are combos after the initial change.

As long as your sword remains sheathed, it poses the greatest threat to your enemy, constantly making them wonder when you'll strike.

The moment your sword resides in its scabbard is what your opponent fears most.

These words hammered into Ling Zhenfei's mind and spirit, as if they had completely perplexed him.

His mind was filled with various ways of wielding the sword, faster and faster.

Each time the little figure in his mind used Iaido, Ling Zhenfei felt as if he practiced it himself.

Ling Zhenfei felt exhausted, yet the little figures in his mind did not seem to stop.

Ling Zhenfei had no choice but to remember all the techniques diligently, trying desperately to memorize them.

He couldn't understand why just watching the little figures wielding the sword was so draining for him.

Finally, after an unknown amount of time, Ling Zhenfei remembered every sword-wielding technique clearly, then opened his eyes.

When he opened his eyes, Ling Zhenfei was stunned, for there was nothing around him.

The people who came with him were all gone, and even the Ittō-ryū Canon before him seemed different.

Ling Zhenfei had a realization at this moment; he knew that he must have been cultivating for a considerable amount of time, unbeknownst to him.

In this period, Ling Zhenfei felt as if he learned a powerful technique.

As to why he felt it was a truly powerful technique, Ling Zhenfei was unclear, but he really felt it was remarkable. Ling Zhenfei glanced around and then went downstairs alone.

At this point, Ling Zhenfei arrived on the second floor.

The second floor was filled with many treasures, and the Heaven-Devouring Divine Cloth was something Ling Zhenfei wanted.

But at that moment, what captured Ling Zhenfei's attention were the weapons hanging in the room.

Several sheathed swords intrigued Ling Zhenfei.

Just having learned Iaido, especially the most formidable one, who wouldn't want a good sword to try?

Typically, when someone reads the Ittō-ryū Canon, most people comprehend one or two techniques.

For someone like Ling Zhenfei to grasp the entire canon is impossible, yet Ling Zhenfei managed it.

Several long swords hung on the wall, and Ling Zhenfei reached for one.

But before his hand touched the scabbard, he heard someone speak.

"You're awake."

Ling Zhenfei was shocked, hastily withdrawing from the scabbard he was about to grasp, and turned around.

The person speaking behind him was none other than Hoshino Yuji.

"Master, why are you here?"

Hoshino Yuji walked over to Ling Zhenfei and said, "I've been waiting here the whole time while you were upstairs for several days."

Ling Zhenfei was stunned, saying, "Have I been here for a long time?"

Hoshino Yuji said, "Not too long, just four days."

Ling Zhenfei was surprised: "I was on top for four days; it truly passed in the blink of an eye."

Hoshino Yuji said with some envy, "I think you must have had some insight."

Ling Zhenfei replied, "Indeed, I've gained some understanding."

Hoshino Yuji said, "You didn't disappoint me, there are quite a few swords here, choose one for yourself."

Ling Zhenfei glanced at the wall of swords and said, "They must be quite precious."

Hoshino Yuji said, "Of course, but I don't mind giving one to you."

Ling Zhenfei looked at the several swords on the wall, most of which were katana.

The katana were thin and long, said to be made from extremely special steel and techniques.

However, Ling Zhenfei didn't particularly like this type of sword, so after looking for a while, he picked the shortest one.

Ling Zhenfei held the sword in his hand, and Hoshino Yuji said, "I never thought you'd like this sword."

Ling Zhenfei drew the sword to examine it; it indeed was exceptionally sharp, the blade bright and exuding Cold Qi.

Ling Zhenfei asked, "What's special about this sword?"

Hoshino Yuji replied, "This sword is quite remarkable; it's a replica of the Tang sword style, with less curvature but equally powerful."

Ling Zhenfei said, "Then I'll take this one, thank you, Master of the Hoshino Family."

Hoshino Yuji said, "There's something that happened in the past few days that requires your decision."

Ling Zhenfei was stunned and asked, "What's going on?"

Hoshino Yuji said, "Do you remember Kai Masao?"

Ling Zhenfei nodded, saying, "Of course, last time I counter-killed him."

Hoshino Yuji said, "Indeed, now Kai Masao's father, Kai Itta, has come seeking trouble, and he doesn't seem likely to give up easily."

Ling Zhenfei sneered, "Back then, they tried to kill me, but their lack of skill led to their demise. Now they send their father to settle the score, what are they thinking?"

Hoshino Yuji said, "Kai Itta always cherished his son a lot, there's nothing a parent wouldn't do."

Ling Zhenfei replied, "I understand the feelings of being a parent, but everyone has family and loved ones. Should they be allowed to kill others without consequence? Must others not retaliate?

Killers are eventually killed. Not only Kai Masao, but even if Kai Itta himself wanted to kill me, I'd still strike first."

Hoshino Yuji said, "Indeed, I admire your spirit. Let's go meet Kai Itta."

The two walked out of Tiancang Tower, Ling Zhenfei holding the sword in hand.

The sword is a replication of the Tang sword, resembling the current watermelon sword but slightly longer, with a modest curve to its blade.

Ling Zhenfei liked this sword because its scabbard was very special, entirely pitch-black and appeared very stable.

The synergy between the blade and the scabbard was impeccable; without drawing the sword, one could hardly tell that Ling Zhenfei was holding a long sword in hand, mistaking it for just an ordinary stick.

The blade concealed within the wooden scabbard, modest and subdued, was precisely why Ling Zhenfei favored this sword.

Ling Zhenfei felt the scabbard in his hand, the wood was unique, surprisingly giving a very gentle sensation.

This was a wonderful feeling, akin to touching a person's hand while holding this scabbard.

As Ling Zhenfei walked, Hoshino Yuji continued speaking with him.

"Though the strength of the Kai Family doesn't surpass those of the Hoshino or Watanabe Families, the presence of Kai-style behind the Kai Family shouldn't be underestimated."

Ling Zhenfei replied, "It doesn't matter, I'm just going to see what they're up to."