Su Changyu was a little dumbfounded.
He had casually carved a sword mark, and this guy had actually comprehended sword moves from it?
Was he bluffing him?
Taking advantage of the fact that he had never practiced the sword?
Su Changyu didn’t know what to say.
It wasn’t that he didn’t believe Ye Ping. It was that he didn’t believe himself.
Just carving a sword mark so casually—
and someone could suddenly comprehend sword moves from it?
If sword moves could be understood like that, then what were manuals and cultivation techniques even for?
Dumbfounded as he was, Su Changyu still maintained his image.
“Then from this sword mark, how many sword moves did you comprehend?”
Su Changyu asked calmly.
“Replying to Eldest Senior Brother, including just now, I comprehended a total of four hundred sword moves.”
Ye Ping answered earnestly.
The moment he said this, Su Changyu laughed.
He laughed outright, not even bothering with the usual formalities.
If before, he had still believed Ye Ping a little, thinking that Ye Ping might truly have some talent in the Dao of the Sword and be able to discern one or two moves,
then after hearing that he had suddenly comprehended four hundred sword moves, Su Changyu didn’t believe it at all.
No, he didn’t believe it in the slightest.
What he knew was the Four Thunder Sword Art, and the sword mark he had carved could only allow someone to comprehend the Four Thunder Sword Art.
It wasn’t completely impossible for Ye Ping to comprehend the Four Thunder Sword Art.
But to say he had suddenly comprehended four hundred moves—he truly didn’t believe it.
The Four Thunder Sword Art
had been created by Daoist Four Seasons, the number one expert of the Dao of the Sword in Qingzhou, after observing the thunder of the four seasons. It contained a total of one thousand four hundred and sixty sword moves.
He, Su Changyu, had practiced for ten years and had only comprehended eighteen sword moves.
Ye Ping had comprehended four hundred sword moves in a single day?
Who did he think he was?
The ordinary and unremarkable Eldest Senior Brother?
Or a peerless genius of the Dao of the Sword?
Su Changyu didn’t believe it. He absolutely didn’t believe it.
But very quickly, Su Changyu’s brows furrowed. He felt that this matter could not be so simple. Could it be that this little junior brother wanted to contend with him for the throne of Qingyun Dao Sect’s number one king of showing off?
And Ye Ping was also starting to panic a little.
Su Changyu kept staring at him without saying anything, and there was even a trace of a cold smile in his eyes.
What did that mean?
“Could it be that I comprehended too little, and Eldest Senior Brother thinks I’m trash?”
“Four hundred sword moves in a day should be quite a lot, right?”
“Oh, I understand. Eldest Senior Brother has mastered at least thousands, tens of thousands of sword arts. When he imprints a sword mark, theoretically, anyone with the slightest aptitude should be able to deduce it to perfection in a single day.”
“Sigh, I’m still far too weak.”
Ye Ping felt extremely dejected inside.
“Eldest Senior Brother, is it very poor?”
Ye Ping’s voice rang out again.
It snapped Su Changyu, who had been silently roasting him, back to his senses.
Weak?
You comprehended the Four Thunder Sword Art in a single day to the point where it’s infinitely close to major completion, and you’re asking me if that’s poor?
Then someone like me, who still hasn’t fully glimpsed the threshold after ten years, might as well stop living, right?
Fine, Little Junior Brother. You were the one who started acting first.
Then don’t blame your senior brother for tearing down your stage.
Su Changyu felt rather gloomy, thinking that Ye Ping had gone too far with his act.
After thinking for a moment, Su Changyu didn’t have much to say. He directly tossed out a longsword and said,
“Little Junior Brother, demonstrate the sword moves you comprehended for your senior brother. Let me see whether you truly have talent in the Dao of the Sword.”
He refused to believe it.
He refused to believe that Ye Ping had truly comprehended four hundred sword moves.
If Ye Ping had really comprehended four hundred sword moves,
he would swallow this sword on the spot, scabbard and all.
After receiving the treasured sword,
Ye Ping felt a little embarrassed.
This felt kind of awkward.
If he didn’t know Su Changyu was a peerless Sword Immortal, he might still have dared to try. But now that he had guessed Su Changyu was an extraordinary expert, asking him to display sword moves?
Wasn’t that like flaunting a broadsword before Guan Gong?
But after thinking it over, Ye Ping felt there was nothing much to it. He would have to try sooner or later. It wasn’t as if he could rely solely on sudden enlightenment for the rest of his life, right?
At this thought, Ye Ping couldn’t help taking a deep breath.
And Su Changyu also quietly retreated twenty steps, afraid that blades and swords had no eyes.
“I ask Senior Brother to give me guidance.”
Ye Ping took a deep breath, then drew the treasured sword.
Clang!
The sword left its sheath.
In the next moment, Ye Ping’s entire aura abruptly changed.
In an instant, Ye Ping gathered all his focus, and the four hundred sword moves surfaced one after another in his mind.
Not far away, Su Changyu was somewhat surprised. After all, Ye Ping’s aura really did look like it had that flavor.
But he still didn’t believe that Ye Ping had suddenly comprehended four hundred sword moves.
Clang.
The sword move appeared.
Ye Ping thrust out with his sword, then began evolving the sword art in his mind.
“The Four Thunder Sword Art?”
Su Changyu’s eyes widened as he looked at Ye Ping with some astonishment.
With just that one move, Su Changyu understood that this was the Four Thunder Sword Art.
How could he not recognize the sword art he had cultivated for ten years?
And not far away,
after Ye Ping executed the first move, he completely entered the state.
His sword art was extremely fast, and it flowed as smoothly as drifting clouds and running water—more than ten times faster than Su Changyu.
In the blink of an eye, Ye Ping had already reached the thirty-sixth move.
Su Changyu was left utterly stunned.
Because after ten years of cultivation, he had only comprehended up to the eighteenth move, which was merely the initial threshold of the Spring Thunder Sword.
Yet in the blink of an eye, Ye Ping had displayed up to the thirty-sixth move. This was already quite inconceivable.
But something even more inconceivable happened afterward.
Not far away,
Ye Ping’s sword moves grew faster and faster, and increasingly fierce, dazzling the eye.
When Ye Ping reached the one hundred and eighth move,
in an instant, a peal of thunder sounded.
Boom.
Thunder rang out.
In that instant, Su Changyu was completely shocked.
He was utterly dumbstruck.
He stood frozen in place, so shaken that he could hardly breathe.
Thunderclap!
Thunderclap!
Thunderclap!
This was thunderclap.
In the Four Thunder Sword Art, after each set of sword techniques was completed, it would produce a thunderclap.
If one possessed spiritual energy, one could summon thunder to kill enemies. If one had no magical power, one could still produce the sound of thunder to enhance the might of the sword.
But to produce thunderclap, one had to at least reach the realm of major completion and perfection.
His dream in this life, Su Changyu’s dream, was to cultivate the Four Thunder Sword Art to the realm of major completion and perfection.
But he never would have imagined that this little junior brother of his would actually cultivate the Spring Thunder Sword to major completion and perfection in a single day.
Impossible!
Impossible!
Impossible!
On the surface, Su Changyu was incomparably calm, but inside, his heart was already roiling like overturning rivers and seas, raising towering waves ten thousand zhang high.
Yet after only five breaths, about a minute,
another peal of thunder rang out.
Su Changyu was stunned once more.
This was the symbol of major completion and perfection of the Summer Thunder Sword Art.
Another five breaths passed.
Another sound of thunder rang out.
This was the symbol of major completion and perfection of the Autumn Thunder Sword Art.
And it was at this moment
that Ye Ping’s sword art became even faster.
His sword art was like a wild storm. This was the final set of the Four Thunder Sword Art.
The Winter Thunder Sword Technique.
It was also the strongest killing move.
Deep winter was coming, and all things would wither.
Previously, Ye Ping had only suddenly comprehended four hundred sword moves.
But now, in Ye Ping’s mind, Su Changyu’s sword mark surfaced again.
All of a sudden, thirty-two more sword moves appeared in his mind.
A total of four hundred and thirty-two sword moves.
Ye Ping closed his eyes.
At this moment, he moved as one with the sword.
His sword force was ferocious.
His sword art was so fast it was inconceivable.
He thrust out the final thirty-two sword moves.
Rumble.
A peal of thunder immediately rang out,
deafening to the ear.
And ten meters away, a giant boulder several meters tall directly split into pieces.
Su Changyu’s gaze went vacant.
He was completely dumbfounded.
Because Ye Ping had not only practiced the Four Thunder Sword Art to major completion and perfection, he had also suddenly comprehended the sword force of the Four Thunders.
This was simply a monster.