High Martial Arts: Invincible Starts from Basic Archery Chapter 789 - 615: Holy Spirit Swordsmanship_2

"Absolutely, absolutely." The shadowy figure groveled, "If it weren't fully intact, I wouldn't have the guts to bring it up to you, senior."

"Hmph, proceed. But remember, no funny business."

"I wouldn't dream of it."

The figure trembled with dread.

Before long, a pair of cultivation techniques materialized in the skill bar.

True enough, just as the shadowy figure claimed, both were flawless editions.

Once the words were out, the shadowy figure grew a bit uneasy inside.

"Next."

At those words, it let out a breath of relief at last.

"Senior, the two Supreme-level martial arts I'm aware of are 'Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Sect' and 'Holy Spirit Swordsmanship.'"

The second shadowy figure blurted out in haste.

"I've already got 'Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Sect.' Pick something else."

Chen Fan replied with steady calm.

The mention of 'Holy Spirit Swordsmanship' sent a thrill racing through him.

Yet revealing his feelings to these shadows would be unwise.

"Fine, fine."

The shadowy figure paused briefly after hearing this, then suggested, "What if we swap 'Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Sect' for 'World-Ending Emperor’s Fist'? This fist art ranks as Supreme-level too, yet its devastation rivals cataclysms. It outclasses 'Killing Fist' by leaps and bounds. Naturally, mastering it demands sharp insight, but given your prowess, senior, you'll grasp it in no time."

"Very well."

Chen Fan gave a nod.

In short order, the pair of techniques joined the skill bar.

Both stood as complete works.

Chen Fan's mind eased at last.

With the full 'Holy Spirit Swordsmanship' in hand, mastering the sword art would let him unleash the space-sealing Twenty-Third Sword.

Only the enhanced forms of the Twenty-Third Sword remained a mystery.

"Next."

His gaze shifted to the third shadowy figure.

Moments ticked by slowly.

In time, Hei Yu's moment arrived.

A look of distress crossed the figure's face.

The earlier shadows had spilled nearly every Supreme-level martial art they possessed.

Even so, it forced itself to summon bravery and disclose all its known Supreme-level martial arts.

One among them was the partial 'Ten Thousand Dao Forest,' capable of drawing in foes' strength to bolster one's own.

"Senior, this is truly all I know."

Hei Yu pleaded miserably, "I haven't lied to you at all. If you doubt me, I'll take an oath."

Chen Fan shot him a look, aware the figure was petrified and wouldn't risk falsehoods.

On this occasion, his haul was massive, snagging Supreme-level martial arts valued at some sixty to seventy thousand points from the Awakened Association.

Not the partial scraps from the group, but the full monties.

'Holy Spirit Swordsmanship' stood out especially.

Bringing these arts to mastery would definitely fill gaps in certain Divine Demon-level martial arts. It might demand more time, but the basics were covered.

The sole disappointment lay in missing the desired Supreme-level art, 'No Desire Technique.'

He eyed the shadowy figures.

Anxiety gripped them all.

They'd handed over the arts as ordered.

Did this fellow intend to silence them now that he had what he wanted?

"Does anyone here possess knowledge of 'No Desire Technique'?"

Chen Fan inquired.

"'No Desire Technique'?"

The shadowy figures traded looks and swiftly grasped Chen Fan's aim.

"Senior, you're after the 'No Desire Technique'?"

"That's right."

Chen Fan stated plainly, "Whoever among you provides it, I'll grant one request in return."

The shadowy figures offered wry grins.

"Senior, it's not unwillingness on our part to hand it over—we simply can't."

"So none of you hold it?"

"Senior, if you lack it yourself, how could lowly ones like us have it?"

One shadowy figure let out a heavy sigh.

"Explain yourself."

"Senior, the 'No Desire Technique' may bear the name of a technique, but it's no ordinary one. Legends call it a Martial Arts realm. Those who attain it can erupt with power multiplied several-fold, or even tenfold and beyond. Yet this realm defies easy teaching—it's grasped through insight alone. Any so-called records of 'No Desire Technique' are just scattered hints from some ancient powerhouse, their truth hard to verify."

"Understood."

Chen Fan turned his attention to the 'No Desire Technique' within his skill bar.

It rang true without question, pieced together from the Awakened Association's scattered notes.

Regrettably, securing the full form required enduring these ten days.

"Maybe I could hunt down extra pieces elsewhere to hasten the process."

Chen Fan mused inwardly.

Elsewhere pointed to the aristocratic clans.

Yet even the Song and Bai houses lacked this art.

Perhaps only the Five Great Families held shards of 'No Desire Technique.'

Those Five Great Families wielded immense might; every one boasted warriors at Late Stage Celestial Human Realm, or perhaps even Divine Cultivation Realm.

However, upon perfecting 'Holy Spirit Swordsmanship' and executing the Six Extinctions Selfless Sword Twenty-Three, that space-time binding, soul-shattering blade would overpower Divine Cultivation Realm foes alike.

His experience points fell short, though.

Boosting 'Observing the Universe Technique,' 'Longevity Technique,' and 'Six Gods Technique' had nearly exhausted his reserves.

Thus, his immediate task was slaying ample fierce beasts to rack up experience and push 'Holy Spirit Swordsmanship' to its peak.

The most secure path involved maxing every art in the skill bar.

Fortune smiled here, for the wilderness teemed with savage beasts.

He reined in his wandering thoughts and faced the shadowy figures, "I honor my promises. You've met my demands, so no harm will come to you—though I do have a single condition."

Relief washed over the shadowy figures.

"Speak it, senior, we beg you."

Hei Yu piped up first.

One condition? It would yield to dozens, even hundreds, to preserve its existence.

"Henceforth, you shall abandon your wicked ways and cease preying on innocents. Fail that, and I'll see your souls utterly dispersed."

"We won't, we won't."

"Fear not, senior. Starting today, we'll mend our paths and live righteously."

The shadowy figures bobbed their heads like eager chicks.

That was all he asked?

They'd braced for far graver demands.

"See that you do."

A chill smirk tugged at Chen Fan's lips, then faded away.

The shadowy figures froze in place, only slumping down in grateful ease once danger seemed past.

"All those days chasing geese, and one ends up with a beak in the eye."

One shadowy figure heaved a sigh.

"Indeed, who'd guess that brat feigned weakness to snare the tiger? Utterly devious!"

"Wait a second, wasn't he just True Essence Realm before? When facing those flying centipedes, he managed two at most, faltered against three—I watched it all. Absent that elder easing the load, he might've fallen to the centipedes." A feminine shadowy figure creased her brow.

"True."

The remark drew nods from the rest of the shadowy figures without delay.

They'd witnessed it firsthand.

Merely days had elapsed, yet his power had flipped entirely. United, they couldn't touch him.

"Enough of that."

Hei Yu shot them a glance and snapped, "What's discussing it achieve? If you're itching for payback, seek him out yourself."

"No thanks; death holds no appeal."

"Precisely, I'd take eternal confinement over soul annihilation."

"So be it."

Hei Yu grumbled in annoyance.

Suddenly, a thought struck him, "Such a radical shift in power over two or three days—doesn't that mark him as a genius unseen in a thousand years? Defeat at his hands carries no disgrace."

"True."

Comfort settled over the other shadowy figures at these words.

We weren't the weak ones.

That kid was simply too freakish!