This opportunity was too precious to waste, thus he took the risk to use his spiritual sense in order to observe Ming Feng movement deeper.
At the same time, he circulate the Ghostly Concealment art to its limit, each of his breath producing a mysterious white mist!
These mist were invisible to outsiders, but as the owner, they swirled and blanketed his body.
Meanwhile, his spiritual sense began to boil.
Within his senses, a profound storm appear.
It was as though his body was transported into another domain, and in this domain, there is countless rain drop!
With his naked eyes, the raindrop is ordinary.
But through his spiritual senses, he gleamed the truth.
Hidden in a single drop of rain is a sharp sword.
This sword is acute and deeply concealed.
"I have a feeling that just by standing here and facing this lone droplet, I am cut to pieces! What will happened if all these rain drop attack at once?!"
Inwardly, he was shocked and frightened out of his wits.
Although he didn't fear dying due to his skill, the pain of being sliced thousands if not hundreds thousands of time by these blades makes him shudder.
This thought and realization made him take a step back.
At the same time, he grew deeply respectful toward that Sword Demon figure of the past.
This incomplete sword art was able to contain such might, he can only imagine how powerful the original creator was at his peak!
Gradually, the world return to normal, Shi Jing find himself standing in the main hall facing Ming Feng again.
"So, how much did you understand?" He asked, his voice filled with anticipation as well as genuine curiosity.
Shi Jing didn't replied and remained silent. That domain of rain was profound and left a great impact on him.
Seeing this young man's silence and dazed state, Ming Feng let out a light chuckle and shook his head, not taking any offense.
Actually, if he replied immediately, perhaps he would be disappointed.
At this moment, Shi Jing finally returned to the present, but the image of those droplet still lingers in his mind.
"Senior Feng-" He bowed and before he could continued, Ming Feng stopped him.
"Young friend, no need for meaningless words, show me what you understand."
Shi Jing nodded, his golden eyes still carrying traces of the profound vision he had witnessed.
The image of countless sword-drops within the illusory rain domain repeated in his mind, like a song forever stuck on loop.
Shi Jing's eyes sharpened. Without a word, he drew his sword.
The blade gleamed as he raised it overhead. His breathing steadied.
One slash.
His sword descended in a gentle arc. The movement was simple, almost mundane. Yet as the blade cut through air, something shifted.
A faint shimmer appeared where his sword had passed. It was like an illusion.
Shi Jing's grip tightened. His inner qi stirred.
Ten slashes.
His sword moved again, faster this time. Then again. Each stroke layered upon the last, building momentum.
The air around him began to ripple. Tiny distortions formed like droplets of water suspended in space.
Sweat beaded on his forehead. The inner qi within his body struggles to keep up with his exertion.
One hundred slashes!
His sword became a blur. The gentle arcs transformed into a torrent of strikes, each one precise yet flowing into the next.
The hall filled with the whisper of steel cutting air.
Then—
Shi Jing staggered. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. His sword arm trembled as he lowered the blade.
The faint shimmer faded.
A hundred sword stroke form a droplet!
This droplet lasted only for a moment before disappearing.
He looked up at Ming Feng, golden eyes bright despite his exhaustion.
"This... is all this junior can manage."
Although it felt like a long time, it was in fact just a brief moment for Shi Jing to perform these one hundred slashes.
Ming Feng stood frozen.
His mouth hung open, words dying in his throat.
In a single viewing, this child had grasped what took Ming Feng decades to understand. What his own son, the prodigious Ming Ye, hasn't even grasp.
"Impossible..." He whispered.
His spiritual sense swept over Shi Jing, searching for any trace of deception. But there was none.
The residual sword intent lingering in the air was genuine, raw, unrefined, but undeniably real.
Given enough time, this junior in front of him could easily form his sword intent.
This was the realm of weapon comprehension!
Different from art comprehension, there is weapon comprehension.
"Sword-Imitation, Sword Intent, Sword Heart, Sword Spirit!"
"A sword cultivator who has formed a sword intent can easily comprehend Peak to Perfection sword art of any kind!"
"Similarly, a spear cultivator who has formed spear intent can easily raise their spear art mastery easily given enough time!"
Ming Feng's legs gave out slightly, this appearance was unbefitting of a Dao Seed Realm expert.
He nearly gripped the edge of a nearby pillar for support.
This child... he's not just talented. He's a monster. Those old farts in the Sword Cloud Manor is gonna be frightened out their mind!
The implications crashed over him like a tidal wave. If Shi Jing could progress this quickly, if he could reach such comprehension at thirteen years old...
"The Sword Demon himself would be proud," Ming Feng muttered, his voice filled with awe.
BANG!
The hall doors burst open.
Chen Lian strode in, his outer elder robes billowing.
"Young friend Jing! Are you ready to—"
He stopped mid-sentence.
The oppressive sword intent still hanging in the air hit him like a physical blow.
His eyes darted between Shi Jing's exhausted form and Ming Feng's stunned expression.
"What... what happened here? Did I interrupt an important moment?"
Chen Lian's spiritual sense probed the lingering energy.
His face immediately paled.
Sword Intent? Did esteemed Ming Feng displayed that sword art to him?
At this moment, Ming Feng frowned slightly, then sighed at Chen Lian's unscrupulous attitude.
"Take him, I already gave him what he wanted."
Hearing his word, Chen Lian almost jumped back in shock as he rubbed his ears.
Did my ears get infected, or did I just hear him tell me to take this bountiful fruit away?
A wide smile grew on his face, he didn't voice his thought and nodded repeatedly.
"Of course, Lord Feng." He bowed slightly.
Chen Lian was afraid that Ming Feng would change his mind. So he produced a green pill from his pouch and fed it to Shi Jing, before dragging him away.
Seeing this, Ming Feng was speechless.
"This shameless old frog!"
From a distant, Chen Lian was humming a happy tune.
This made Ming Feng snorted as he look toward the direction of the Sword Cloud Manor.
"Wan'er, I know you want to join the Sword Cloud Manor early with that youth. But time is chaotic, I can't have you face the same fate as Ye'er…" He whispered under his breath.
"I'm sure you can wait a year…"
Not far from the window, Ming Muwan shuddered, her father's words struck her with a wave of sadness.