True Solution of the Sword Dao
Chapter 298 - 282 Return 2

Chapter 298: Chapter 282 Return 2

"Would you like to choose another character from the Myriad Autumn Sword Sect?" the Sword Canon inquired again.

"Choose," Lin Fei came back to her senses.

As soon as her reply fell, a stream of information flooded into Lin Fei’s brain.

This information was about the structural hierarchy of the Myriad Autumn Sword Sect.

Starting from the Sect Master at the very top, followed by the Elders, guest officials of the sect, Inner Sect Managers, Inner Sect Disciples, Outer Sect Leader, Vice Sect Leader, and so on—a whole string of positions and ranks. All were available for selection.

Lin Fei even felt an impulse to directly choose the position of Sect Master of the Myriad Autumn Sword Sect. But he knew that would be a suicide mission.

"Is it true that after I duel someone once, they’ll disappear right away?" he asked in detail.

"For a Sword Sect Level trial duel, death is real and there’s no resurrection. Killing or defeating an opponent will grant you the corresponding Space Evolution Degree according to their status and strength. Please note that from this phase, the space starts to reduce its constraints on the marks of beings of this level and higher," the Sword Canon explained indifferently.

"Reduce? Does that mean it won’t be able to completely control these strong marks?"

"There is a certain probability that stronger marks will break free from constraint and recover independent memories."

"That means they will have their own independent thoughts?"

"Yes."

A chill went through Lin Fei’s mind. "If that’s the case... perhaps I can learn a certain truth about the Sword Canon from these powerful beings."

His gaze flickered and he fell silent for a moment.

"Sword Canon, what is Ren Ling’s status within the Myriad Autumn Sword Sect?"

"Outer Sect Deacon."

"Choose another person of the same status, specifics at random."

Instantly, on the grass in front of Lin Fei, a blurry silhouette slowly took shape.

It was a tall and handsome man with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, clad in a plain white Taoist robe with fluttering sleeves, holding a green-edge longsword with one hand. His features were like those carved from jade, his expression indifferent.

A typical ancient Sword Cultivator’s demeanor.

As soon as he appeared, the man, without a word, manifested faint white specks of light beside him and his longsword suddenly thrusted forward.

Zsch!

A stream of white sword Qi shot out instantly, aiming straight for Lin Fei, with speed so fast it was almost like teleporting.

Lin Fei swiftly dodged, but his right arm was still sliced off, blood sprayed wildly, and intense pain surged into his brain. His right arm was severed at the root and rolled on the ground, blood splattering everywhere.

"Damn it! Why are all these people from the Myriad Autumn Sword Sect lunatics!" His face turned fierce; he picked up the Black Demon Sword with his left hand, and bursts of gold erupted. He entered the Extreme Shadow State right away, and his figure disappeared in an instant.

The white-robed man spun his sword horizontally, his body spinning rapidly, and countless sword Qi’s fell like raindrops.

With a soft zsch sound, a small streak of blood appeared on the man’s throat. At almost the exact same moment, Lin Fei staggered, falling out of the void, exiting the Extreme Shadow State, his entire body drenched in blood, like a man made of blood.

Lin Fei’s gaze was tightly fixed on the white-robed man’s throat.

The mark there was the result of him attacking that spot no less than eleven times. The opponent’s sword Qi was extremely potent; every time he was about to make contact with the opponent, he would be pushed away by the sword Qi. Even with the speed of Extreme Shadow, he was inevitably grazed by the sword Qi. The wounds on his body originated from these encounters.

Lin Fei stared intently at the man’s throat.

But regretfully, the white-robed man closed his eyes slightly, and a sudden sense of silence and despair erupted once again.

Bang!

The man exploded into countless pieces of flesh and blood.

Lin Fei felt darkness before his eyes, and a sharp pain enveloped his whole body.

Spurt!

Back in his dorm room, Lin Fei couldn’t help but spit out a mouthful of blood. The splatters of blood fell to the floor, and a thick scent of blood spread throughout.

He steadied himself on a table to prevent falling. His body was suffering from severe negative injuries due to the spiritual shock, leaving him temporarily in a weakened state.

"It seems that, as the Sword Canon warned, I cannot withstand the confrontation at this stage," Lin Fei reflected. Both the woman in the black dress and the white-robed man today carried an extremely intense spiritual shock, both characterized by the same sense of despair.

Fortunately, the new True Force, fused with pseudo True Force, had a very strong healing effect on injuries. In less than ten minutes, after several large circulation processes, the damage from the spiritual shock was mostly replenished.

Lin Fei sat on the chair, taking deep breaths to regulate his bodily condition.

"Sword techniques, swordsmanship, sword skills, sword secrets—all are methods of using a sword to kill an enemy, involving ways to confront foes, counter skills, evasion steps, and so on—comprehensive content. Whereas the Sword Dao is about the essence, or rather, a whole new level. The Sword Dao, the way, is the path. I’m not sure if it denotes a direction for advancement or something of the sort," Lin Fei’s understanding of this aspect was limited to the explanations in martial arts novels; he had no other concept of it.

"My own swordsmanship contains my will, but both Ren Ling and that white-robed man seemed to emit an extremely impure feeling." A strange sensation rose from Lin Fei’s heart, and he suddenly felt that there was something peculiar in common between Ren Ling and the white-robed man, but he couldn’t immediately pinpoint what it was.

Gazing at the ticking clock on Shi Ran’s desk across from him, Lin Fei fell into deep thought.

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The next day

After a night of recovery, Lin Fei took a taxi from school and arrived directly at the Capital City airport, boarding the direct flight back to Ping City.

The flight from Capital City to Ping City needed over an hour. From taking the taxi to boarding the plane, Lin Fei had been continuously recalling the process of the fights with Ren Ling and the white-robed man. The commonality between both encounters was that they were extremely fast. There was no room for debate, Lin Fei knew that with his current speed in battles, he could quickly determine life or death against most types of opponents, except those with exceptionally strong defenses and a large defensive range.

Both Ren Ling and the white-robed man were attack-oriented swordsmen, so naturally, the fights couldn’t drag on for long.

Then there was the fighting style.

Both Ren Ling and her cohort were of the charge ahead without hesitation kind, getting into the action directly from the start, different from previous opponents.

Previously, no matter who or what character, there would be at least a couple of words spoken, showing that their thoughts were very normal - at least they were mentally normal. But this time, both from the Myriad Autumn Sword Sect gave off the feeling of being in an abnormal mental state. It seemed as if their only options were fighting or suicide.

"Sir, here’s your green tea," the sweet voice of the flight attendant brought Lin Fei slowly back to his senses.

"Thank you," he carefully received the paper cup filled with tea and placed it on the tray in front of him. The still steaming green tea gave off a light aroma, although far from the Lion Peak Longjing that Zhang Minghui treated him to yesterday, but at least it was tea.

Lin Fei shook his head slightly and took a gentle sip.

Seated beside him was a young girl in her twenties, ordinary-looking and a bit overweight. However, since boarding the plane, the girl had been glancing over at Lin Fei from time to time, seemingly sizing him up.

Lin Fei was aware that lately, his face seemed to be growing more androgynous, and his skin was becoming more and more perfect due to the cultivation of swordsmanship. The fundamental principle of Qi Cultivation was the pursuit of a perfect body; this was inevitable.

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Near the airport, a line of black sedans parked neatly at the airport exit.

A group of middle-aged men and women dressed in formal attire gathered quietly, chatting.

A middle-aged man in a white suit stood at the forefront, occasionally lifting his wrist to check his watch. With him as the center, security personnel similar to him distanced themselves from other airport passengers within a radius of about ten meters, leaving a spacious passageway.

A long corridor formed by security and some police officers barred the crowd coming to pick up passengers, completely isolating a line from the exit of the airport to the line of cars outside.

Lin You, holding a small cat, was mingled among those barred on the side, curiously watching the group.

"What a big show," Lin You remarked. "Who has such a big influence to warrant such a setup for a pickup?"

"It must be some key figure," Feil transmitted telepathically.

"Let’s go, mom told us to pick up Lin Fei. If we’re late and he complains again, it’ll be a hassle," Lin You said, briefly satisfying his curiosity before making his way through the crowd towards the pickup entrance.

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Lu Jun looked at his watch again.

"President, the plane is delayed," whispered a young woman with glasses next to him.

"It should be here by now. No problem. Is everything coordinated with the airport?"

"Yes, all set," said the woman, frowning slightly.

"However, I think President Zhang won’t care much for these things. Are we drawing too much attention like this?"

Lu Jun glanced at her indifferently. "Some things might seem pointless for us to do, but if we don’t do them, the consequences would be different."

"Have people from the Yan Lin Group and the Swordsmanship Club arrived? This time we are mainly here in the name of the Yan Lin Group."

"They should have arrived," the woman said pensively.

In the distance, a cold-looking woman in white slowly made her appearance at the pickup gate.

"Big sister, who is so arrogant that they require our entire team to come out for a pickup?" A young man with dyed yellow hair behind her asked playfully.

"Big sister’s decision can’t be wrong. Even if it’s wrong, it’s right," said a burly woman with a deep voice, her body rippling with muscles and more masculine than most men.

"Ruoruo sister probably had too easy a time on the last mission and hasn’t been able to vent her fire..." A girl chewing gum nonchalantly spoke, but her voice trailed off under the icy stare of the woman in white.

"Pfft, I have to see for myself who is worth all this fuss," the yellow-haired man grumbled.

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The plane gradually slowed down to a stop.

The announcement for disembarking also rang out.

Lin Fei scanned the runway outside the plane window and calmly pulled out his mobile phone to turn it on.

His screen flashed with a message alert.

Closing the cover of his phone, Lin Fei slowly stood up. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation tickets and monthly tickets on Qidian.com. Your support is my greatest motivation.)