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Chapter 484 - 484 483 Secret Technique Sword of Wind (Extra

Chapter 484: Chapter 483 Secret Technique: Sword of Wind (Extra Release, Request for Monthly Pass) Chapter 484: Chapter 483 Secret Technique: Sword of Wind (Extra Release, Request for Monthly Pass) Dragons bless humanity, and thus the words of dragons are the divine decree in human realms.

The Shadowflame Dragon mentioned a hefty reward, meeting no resistance, and thus the commendation plan for Russell was set in stone.

Of course.

Russell was still unaware that just as he had begun to explore Qinqiu, the Red Castle Elders’ Council had already discussed his reward.

At that moment, he was watching with his family how the wind element was initiating Qinqiu. The winds, mixed with ice crystals from all directions, were like countless sharp scythes, continuously slicing and tearing the ice cap of the snowfield and turning it into a surging flood.

“Let the dragon watch over us.” Lady Ingrid sat in the carriage, her hands clenched in prayer, “Oh, what a blessing it is for this old lady to have witnessed the founding of warm enclaves so many times in her life—fire, thunder, wind, each unique!”

After the prayer,

she grabbed Lady Meryl’s hand warmly, “Thank you for giving birth to such an excellent son for the Fluorescent Fungi Family. With the family’s rise, you are the greatest contributor.”

“Mother, Russell’s excellence could not be separated from his personal effort, as well as family nourishment, he has also been influenced by your teachings since he was young,” Lady Meryl said with a smile, her status having risen along with Russell’s ascent.

Even Lady Kuna, who had looked down on her in the past, had started to warmly woo and even fawn over her.

Even Princess Anxia, upon seeing her, would take her hand and warmly call her sister.

Therefore, for the past two years, Lady Meryl had been going to sleep with a smile every night, truly feeling the blessing of basking in her son’s glory.

“Mother, since my brother has so many lands, could you give one piece each to me and Diana?” Lola hopefully asked.

Lola, now fourteen, had matured quite a bit compared to her childhood, gradually showing shades of her sister Rolin. However, in terms of personality, Lola was the complete opposite of Rolin, always quiet and not causing trouble.

Diana, standing nearby, also looked hopeful.

“Girls, why do you need lands? Find a good husband in the future, and naturally, you will have lands to manage,” said Lady Ingrid.

“But brother said that women can control their own fates and not just be appendages to men,” Lola argued, “Diana and I can choose to engage in alliances, but we must choose someone we love, even if he is merely a common knight.”

Aunt Clara chuckled from the side, “You used to always shout ‘Russell’, ‘Russell’, and now it’s all ‘brother’.”

Lady Ingrid followed, “That boy Russell, good in every way, just talks nonsensically at times, always telling Lola and the others some inexplicable things. A girl not listening to her family about marriage, insisting on finding someone by herself, will sooner or later suffer a great loss.”

Lady Meryl nodded in agreement, “Indeed.”

Lola snorted, “Not likely! Brother said he would be my strongest supporter, and whoever I marry will not dare to bully me!”

Aunt Clara remarked enviously, “Indeed, having Russell as a brother, Lola will never be aggrieved in this lifetime… Although Russell’s words may sometimes be unconventional, I feel his love for his family is even more pure.”

“That’s true,” agreed Lady Ingrid. “Born into a noble family, girls are often pitiful bargaining chips. For the sake of benefit, those old men would do anything, but Russell is different.”

“All thanks to your sister-in-law’s good upbringing,” chuckled Aunt Clara.

Lady Meryl smiled in response, “Actually, I didn’t teach him much. Russell is naturally kind-hearted, embodying the chivalrous qualities of a knight.”

“What are you chatting about?” Baron Roman walked up to the carriage, “I could hear laughter from afar.”

“Women’s conversations are none of a gentleman’s business,” said Lady Ingrid.

Lady Meryl then asked, “Have you all seen enough, or shall we continue observing the establishment of the warm enclave?”

“We’ve seen enough, the wind here is strong. Let’s get you back first to prevent any of you catching cold,” Baron Roman said.

“Where is Russell?”

“He went inside Qinqiu with Uncle Rosen. They’ll return on their own later.”

After that, Baron Roman escorted the family’s carriage towards the direction of Blackflame Plains, where a banquet was to be held that day at Cigar Castle.

At a high point inside Qinqiu,

Uncle Rosen and Russell had also finished touring the entire domain.

“Let’s head back, I just glanced and your father has already left with the carriage,” Uncle Rosen said.

“Uncle, you go ahead, I’ll be back soon,” Russell glanced at his new territory, “I plan to get in sync with Hape here, I’ve just been promoted, and some battle techniques need to be re-planned.”

“Alright,” Uncle Rosen, along with his Phantom Beast Golden Light Lynx, chased after the carriage.

In Qinqiu, only Russell was left.

Of course, Unicorn Polly, Harpies Hape, were imprinted in the form of marks on his forehead—Black Oil Dragon Ross and Ouroboros stayed at Cigar Castle to guard the house.

There was no one around.

Only the sound of the wind howling.

With a thought from Russell, the Sword Butterfly Mark on the palm of his left hand transformed into a butterfly with sword-shaped wings fluttering gracefully. With an elegant flash, a silvery white Meteor Butterfly Sword silently appeared in Russell’s hand.

This longsword, transformed from an Amber Sprite, surpassed any weapon forged from metal or gemstones, transmitting Russell’s Dragon Breath without reservation.

And it was indestructible.

Once it reached its limit of endurance, it could transform back into a Sword Butterfly and return to the palm of Russell’s left hand for recovery.

“The omnipresent wind is most suitable for sword training.” Gently swinging the Meteor Butterfly Sword, Russell began to perform his swordsmanship in the wind.

From simple to complex, a single sword could execute the Three Swords Flow Grand Skill.

Then from complex to simple, a streak of lightning rippled on the Meteor Butterfly Sword, and Secret Technique: Sword of Thunder suddenly flourished.

Crackle!

Lightning pierced the long sky, sounding like countless birds chirping high above, noisy and piercing.

Repeatedly performing Secret Technique: Sword of Thunder, within moments, Qinqiu transformed from a desolate wasteland into a grand stage filled with the chorus of bird calls.

Suddenly.

Russell stopped swirling the sword in his hand, extended his left hand, and as the wind flowed through his fingertips, possessing Hape’s Pseudo-Dragon Prime Breath, he clearly felt the trajectory of the wind. His index and middle fingers came together, lightly twitched as if twining the wind around his fingers.

At that moment, serendipity struck.

His left hand shook his fingers, while his right hand holding the Meteor Butterfly Sword also gently swayed, as if stirring the surrounding wind.

The wind grew fiercer.

The shaking of the Meteor Butterfly Sword became faster and faster.

In the next instant, Russell stepped through the void, following the fierce wind, continuously swinging his swordsmanship in mid-air, each move precisely slicing along the path of the wind.

Gradually.

A faint green glow began to coat the blade of the Meteor Butterfly Sword, as if the fierce wind had formed Wind Gang on the blade.

Closing his eyes.

Feeling the Wind Gang on the blade, Russell seemed to merely extend his sword forward lightly, his motion exuding elegance.

But at the same time, after this stab, the raging winds around momentarily stalled. Then the air continuously echoed with the crisp noise of being pierced, and tiny black cracks in the air densely flashed all around.

As if with a swing of a sword, the world itself shattered with the wind!

“Marvelous!”

Russell laughed heartily, “The most basic elemental force—wind, I have grasped it and integrated it into the secret technique of swordsmanship!”

He ran his fingers along the blade, extremely proud, “This sword move will be called… Secret Technique: Sword of Wind!”