High Martial: I Can Copy All Root Bones!

Upon hearing this, Han Fan was naturally ecstatic.

In the Martial Arts Realm, a Direct Disciple was considered half a son.

Han Fan immediately dropped to his knees and kowtowed deeply to Lu Changfeng, who graciously accepted the gesture.

Barring any unforeseen circumstances, the legacy of the Changle Martial Arts Hall would one day be passed on to this boy.

Having no other gift on hand for his new disciple, Lu Changfeng had Chunzhu pack up a large bag of Celestial Silkworm Meat for Han Fan.

This was precisely what Han Fan needed at the moment.

Furthermore, with the aid of a virtually unlimited supply of Celestial Silkworm Meat, Chunzhu’s cultivation had also advanced to the Blood Forging Realm Fourth Level.

Sikong Jue had been promoted to Middle-Grade Martial Artist, and his cultivation had also improved considerably.

After a few peaceful years at the Changle Martial Arts Hall, Teng Xiaofan had surprisingly begun to enter the Jade Bone Stage last year.

These days, he spent his time sweeping floors and doing odd jobs around the Changle Martial Arts Hall.

In another month or two, he was expected to complete the Jade Bone process and make his return to the Martial Arts Realm.

Zhisha, meanwhile, had already stabilized their Iron Bone Realm and was beginning to work toward the Silver Bone Realm.

Everyone had made significant progress, but of course, the one who had improved the most was Lu Changfeng himself.

The next day, Lu Changfeng held a grand ceremony at the Martial Arts Hall to formally accept his disciple. It also served as an announcement of his return to Five Horses Street.

As soon as the news spread, the other Martial Arts Halls on Five Horses Street were reminded of Lu Changfeng, one of the Nine Heroes of Jiangzhou.

Figures from various factions came to the ceremony to pay their respects.

Of course, many among them had ulterior motives, such as some veteran experts of the Tendon Transformation Realm who were hungry for prestige.

When Lu Changfeng was in the Blood Forging Realm, it would have been improper for them to challenge him to a spar.

Now that they heard Lu Changfeng had advanced to the Tendon Transformation Realm.

They thought, ’It’s only been a few years. His cultivation can’t be that solid. He probably hasn’t even fully mastered any Tendon Transformation Martial Arts yet.’

If they could manage to defeat Lu Changfeng, perhaps by leveraging their more consolidated cultivation, their fame in the Martial Arts Realm would skyrocket.

After all, in addition to his spot on the Hidden Dragon List, Lu Changfeng was also one of the Nine Heroes of Jiangzhou.

Before the ceremony had even begun, someone nursing exactly that ambition arrived to challenge Lu Changfeng to a spar.

This scoundrel claimed to be the strongest Tendon Transformation Realm Swordsman in Jiangnan Prefecture. He said he had long admired Lu Changfeng’s reputation and wished to test his skills against him.

A quick scan with his interface told Lu Changfeng that this scoundrel was just trying to stir up trouble.

So, he didn’t hold back.

Forming a Sword Pointing gesture with his fingers, he instantly unleashed his Death Sword Intent. He simultaneously channeled the immense Inner Strength in his body to amplify it. The Death Sword Intent and Inner Strength reinforced one another, sending a blood-red Sword Aura soaring into the air, piercing straight through the clouds.

It was so high that it could be seen from halfway across Jiangzhou City.

This was the terrifying effect of Visualization Sword Intent layered upon an ocean of Inner Strength.

If this strike were to fall, it was likely that even many masters in the Bone Refining Realm wouldn’t be able to withstand it.

Let alone this self-proclaimed "strongest Swordsman of the Tendon Transformation Realm"?

Unbeknownst to anyone, after three years of arduous closed-door cultivation, Lu Changfeng had reached such a terrifying level of power.

"Strike!" Lu Changfeng uttered a single word.

The so-called "strongest Swordsman" immediately dropped to his knees. "I was wrong, Master Lu! I was arrogant and ignorant! Please spare my life!"

Lu Changfeng frowned slightly, and the Sword Aura piercing the clouds slowly dissipated.

Still, Lu Changfeng brought the strike down. A sliver of Sword Aura, wreathed in Sword Intent, effortlessly severed the scoundrel’s right arm at the shoulder.

The scoundrel had provoked him publicly. If he wasn’t taught a lesson, every Tom, Dick, and Harry would try the same thing in the future, creating even more trouble for Lu Changfeng.

"Thank you for sparing my life, Master Lu!" the scoundrel stammered, picking up his severed arm and scrambling away in disgrace.

In reality, the scoundrel’s Realm was indeed higher than Lu Changfeng’s; he had already reached the rank of Grand Martial Artist.

Unfortunately for him, he had still underestimated the terror of Visualization Sword Intent.

This, combined with Lu Changfeng’s Inner Strength being more than ten times deeper than an ordinary person’s, made the difference. Unlike in the Blood Forging Realm, where he could only use the raw power of his Sword Intent, the current Lu Changfeng could use his Inner Strength as a medium to unleash a fraction of his Visualization Sword Intent’s true power.

Han Fan watched from the side, completely mesmerized. ’Such powerful Swordsmanship... When will I ever be able to learn something like that?’

The guests were still pouring in.

Gongsun Wu from the tournament grounds, Lu Changfeng’s former opponent Xuu Shaoying, Steward Elder Yane Song of the Broken Moon Sect, Lu Changfeng’s teammates from the martial arts conference, representatives from the major Martial Arts Families, the Taihong Association...?

The representative from the Taihong Association was, surprisingly, the former Saintess, Hong Xiangxiang. She held the hand of a little boy, just over two years old, who bore a slight resemblance to Zhao Xingtian.

Hong Xiangxiang herself still had her sweet-looking features, but her attire seemed a bit too revealing.

Hong Xiangxiang led the boy over to Lu Changfeng. "Little brother-in-law, it’s been a while. You must remember to visit the Taihong Association when you have time. My little Xing is quite fond of Swordsmanship, you know."

As she spoke, she shot Lu Changfeng a flirtatious look, then dropped off her gift and found a seat in the section with the most young Disciples.

Teng Xiaofan leaned in and whispered a reminder, "Master, that former Saintess has had a complete personality change since giving birth. They say she’s developed a ravenous appetite for handsome men. She’s supposedly seduced just about every famous young martial arts prodigy in Jiangzhou."

Lu Changfeng was a little stunned. ’If Zhao Xingtian finds out about this, how will he be able to face it?’

’Thinking back on it, his first impression of her had always been a little off.’

’Perhaps it wasn’t a personality change at all. Maybe her shackles had simply been removed, allowing her true nature to return.’

When the hour arrived, the apprenticeship ceremony officially began.

Lu Changfeng sat in the seat of honor, watching Han Fan kowtow and present him with tea, his face a mask of reverence.

His thoughts churned, and for a moment, it was as if time had rewound seven or eight years to the day he himself had become Zhang Desheng’s disciple in this very Martial Arts Hall.

"Cultivate diligently. Strive to condense your Sword Intent and reach the Tendon Transformation Realm as soon as you can," Lu Changfeng encouraged.

An excited look filled Han Fan’s face. "I will not disappoint you, Master!!"

Once the apprenticeship ceremony concluded and the guests departed, tranquility returned to the Changle Martial Arts Hall.