Chapter 1110
No need to be polite
After a fierce chase, Yang Ling and the middle-aged man in the dragon robe finally cornered the man in black. Seeing this, a resolute glint flashed in the man in black's eyes. He knew he couldn't escape today, so he brandished his black robe, transforming into a self-destructing black light in a final struggle.
However, Yang Ling and the middle-aged man in the dragon robe were not about to let him succeed. They attacked simultaneously, their azure sword light and golden dragon light intertwining to form a powerful barrier, firmly trapping the black-robed man's self-destructive force. Finally, with a scream, the black-robed man turned to ashes and vanished into the world.
After the battle, Yang Ling and the middle-aged man in the dragon robe exchanged a smile, a strange understanding blossoming between them. They knew that today's battle was just the beginning, and many more challenges awaited them in the future.
"Thank you for your help, senior. I am deeply grateful," Yang Ling said respectfully to the middle-aged man in the dragon robe.
The middle-aged man in the dragon robe smiled slightly: "No need to be polite. I am the sect's guardian beast—the Golden Dragon King. You are kind-hearted, resolute, and have mastered a unique skill like the Heavenly Gang Sword Formation. You will surely become a pillar of the sect in the future. Helping you is also helping the sect."
"Senior Golden Dragon King, your appearance was truly a timely help. Without your assistance, today's battle probably wouldn't have ended so smoothly," Yang Ling said sincerely, his eyes filled with respect.
The Golden Dragon King waved his hand, his tone carrying a hint of approval: "Yang Ling, you don't need to be so modest. Although I did intervene, if it weren't for your greatly increased strength and your righteous heart, and your fight with the black-robed man to this extent, I would have had a hard time finding an opportunity. I have witnessed your growth, and it is truly a blessing for the sect to have you."
Yang Ling felt a surge of warmth in his heart upon hearing this. He knew that the Golden Dragon King's recognition meant a great deal to him. He said firmly, "Senior, I will never let you down. I will continue to cultivate diligently, protect the sect, and protect this land."
The Golden Dragon King smiled slightly, gazing intently into the distance: "Yang Ling, you must remember, a true strongman not only possesses great strength but also a heart to protect. Your kind heart is your greatest advantage. In the future, you will surely surpass me and bring even greater glory to the sect."
Yang Ling nodded respectfully, knowing that the Golden Dragon King's words contained deep expectations and encouragement. He secretly vowed to cultivate even harder and live up to the senior's high hopes.
"Senior, I wish to combine the Heavenly Gang Sword Formation with other unique techniques within the sect to create my own sword art. Do you have any suggestions?" Yang Ling humbly sought advice from the Golden Dragon King.
Upon hearing this, the Golden Dragon King's eyes flashed with approval: "Yang Ling, it is truly rare to find someone with such ambition. To integrate the Heavenly Gang Sword Formation with other unique skills requires extremely high comprehension and profound cultivation. You must remember that the way of swordsmanship lies in the unity of mind and sword. You must use your heart to feel the profound meaning of each sword strike and integrate it into your swordsmanship."
Upon hearing this, Yang Ling felt a sudden sense of clarity. He knew that the way of swordsmanship lay not only in the cultivation of skills but also in the elevation of one's state of mind. He respectfully bowed to the Golden Dragon King and said, "Thank you for your guidance, senior. I will certainly keep it in mind."
The Golden Dragon King smiled and nodded: "Go, use your sword to protect the justice in your heart. I believe that you will definitely become a master swordsman in the future."
Yang Ling bowed to the Golden Dragon King again, then his figure flashed, turning into a wisp of green smoke, and he quickly flew towards the sect.
Yang Ling returned to his sect, his heart filled with the expectations of Senior Golden Dragon King and his own burning ambition. He understood that integrating the Heavenly Gang Sword Formation with the sect's other unique techniques to create his own sword style would be no easy task, but it was the path he had to take to reach the pinnacle of martial arts.
So Yang Ling began his secluded training, immersing himself in the world of swordsmanship every day, constantly exploring and comprehending. Sometimes he wielded his sword like rain, the sword light like a dragon; other times he sat in quiet contemplation, sensing the essence of the sword. As time passed, his understanding of swordsmanship deepened, and his control over the Heavenly Gang Sword Formation became increasingly proficient. One day, Yang Ling was practicing his sword on the back mountain when a clear bird's song suddenly interrupted his training. He sheathed his sword and turned around, only to see a colorful, spirited bird perched on a branch not far away, curiously watching him with its bright eyes.
"Huh? Isn't this the legendary spirit bird 'Rainbow Wings' from the sect? How did it end up here?" Yang Ling's heart stirred, and he slowly walked towards Rainbow Wings.
Caiyi didn't seem afraid of Yang Ling at all; instead, she communicated with him using her bright eyes. Yang Ling's heart stirred, and he reached out his hand. Caiyi landed lightly in his palm.
"Caiyi, is there something you want to tell me?" Yang Ling asked softly.
A glint flashed in Caiyi's lively eyes, and she actually spoke: "Senior Brother Yang Ling, the sect leader has ordered you to go to the library. There are ancient books about swordsmanship there, which may be able to help you."
Upon hearing this, Yang Ling's heart tightened. He knew that the sect leader wouldn't send him to the library without a reason. He immediately thanked Caiyi, then his figure flashed, transforming into a wisp of green smoke, and he quickly flew towards the library.
Inside the library, ancient books were piled high like mountains, each one embodying the wisdom and effort of the sect's predecessors. Yang Ling wandered among the bookshelves, searching for ancient texts on swordsmanship. Suddenly, his gaze was drawn to an ancient book with a yellowed cover.
"The Sword Intent Reaching Heaven Technique? What kind of sword technique is this?" Yang Ling's heart stirred, and he reached out to take down the ancient book and opened the first page.
The words on the ancient book seemed to possess a spirit; as he turned the pages, they faintly emitted a light that reflected on his resolute face. Yang Ling was immersed in the profound content of the ancient book, feeling the deep sword intent contained in every word and every sentence.
Time seemed to stand still at that moment, as Yang Ling was completely immersed in the ocean of swordsmanship. Sometimes he wielded his sword like rain, echoing the sword intent in ancient texts; other times he sat in meditation, comprehending the true essence of sword intent.
After an unknown amount of time, Yang Ling finally looked up from the ancient book, his eyes shining with enlightenment. He knew that he had found the key to integrating the Heavenly Gang Sword Formation with other unique techniques within the sect.
"Sword intent reaches the heavens, mind and sword become one. So this is the true essence of swordsmanship." Yang Ling murmured to himself, his heart filled with a completely new understanding of swordsmanship.
He immediately left the library and returned to the back mountain to put his insights into practice. He wielded his sword like rain, the sword light like a dragon, perfectly fusing the Heavenly Gang Sword Formation with the sword intent in the "Sword Intent Reaching Heaven Technique," creating a sword technique of his own—"Heavenly Gang Reaching Heaven Sword."
This sword technique possesses both the power and domineering force of the Heavenly Gang Sword Formation, and the agility and elegance of the "Sword Intent Reaching Heaven Technique." As Yang Ling wielded it, he felt the sword intent reach the heavens, as if it could sever all evil in the world. (End of Chapter)