Chapter 73: Practicing “Yi Yang Finger”!
Sensing her agitation, Cheng Lingsu spoke gently:
“Miss Mu, do you like Brother Fang?”
Mu Wanqing’s heart pounded, her face burning.
But since Cheng Lingsu had raised it directly, she could not hide.
She had been lost on how to handle it, but now that it was out, she forced herself to admit: “I once swore a deadly oath: whichever man sees my face—if I don’t kill him, then I must marry him. Now…”
Cheng Lingsu sighed softly:
“Now that he has seen your face, yet he is already married, and he saved your life too… you are caught between two impossibilities, aren’t you?”
Mu Wanqing nodded quickly.
“I don’t know what to do. The master never said what should happen in such a case.”
If Fang Han were here, he would surely laugh bitterly.
How could your master possibly know what to do? She herself is entangled in the same mess.
Seeing Mu Wanqing’s tense expression, Cheng Lingsu felt a pang.
Her frosty beauty at this moment looked more like a timid fawn in the woods—pitiful, vulnerable.
After a moment of thought, Cheng Lingsu asked:
“Is it only because of your oath, or is it also because…”
Seeing Mu Wanqing’s cheeks flush and her eyes shyly lowered, Cheng Lingsu stopped.
It seemed the answer was obvious.
With a soft sigh, Cheng Lingsu said:
“I’m a little older than you. From now on, just call me ‘Elder Sister.’ Would that be alright?”
Hearing this, even someone as socially unaware as Mu Wanqing felt a rush of joy.
She called out softly: “Elder Sister Cheng.”
Cheng Lingsu smiled, holding her hand and speaking warmly.
Normally domineering by nature, Mu Wanqing now seemed meek and obedient in her presence.
First, because Cheng Lingsu had carefully tended her injuries—she was deeply grateful.
Second, because whether she could fulfill her oath now depended entirely on Cheng Lingsu’s attitude.
She felt like a concubine before the main wife—both fearful and respectful.
Once Cheng Lingsu had truly accepted her, her own graceful composure quickly settled.
Besides, in that era, men having multiple wives was not strange at all—it was natural.
Even someone as clever as Cheng Lingsu could not escape such societal notions.
With the matter settled, she grew curious and asked about the origin of the oath.
Mu Wanqing respected her greatly, and so explained:
“It was my master who made me swear it. She forbade me from breaking it, saying that if I failed to keep the vow, she would kill herself on the spot.”
“I was abandoned by my parents in a secluded valley when I was a child. It was my master who raised me and taught me martial arts. I cannot disobey her.”
Only then did Cheng Lingsu understand the full story.
She was shocked inwardly.
Such an oath—who with even a shred of conscience could ever break it?
If one did, wouldn’t that mean betraying the grace of nurture and teaching?
No wonder Wanqing was so troubled.
It was not just the oath itself, but also the debt of gratitude entwined with it.
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At midday, Cheng Lingsu returned to the secluded courtyard.
Fang Han was still practicing the One Yang Finger Force!
In just one morning, he had already cultivated the One Yang Finger
to the realm of “second grade”!When he unleashed the One Yang Finger Force, it was incomparably domineering!
Within six feet, it was nearly unstoppable!
Faintly, it even seemed to carry the formless sword energy of the Six Meridian Divine Sword!
This was only natural.
Because the Six Meridian Divine Sword was in fact an evolution based on the One Yang Finger.
Ordinary people, if they could cultivate it to the “first grade” realm, would already be able to compare with the Six Meridian Divine Sword to some extent.
Although Fang Han had not yet reached the “first grade” realm, his internal strength was terrifyingly profound, so when he unleashed it, its power was naturally magnified!
A finger pointed from afar—Clang!—and the bluestone shattered.
This terrifyingly powerful finger force was something even Duan Yanqing could hardly compare with.
It also confirmed Fang Han’s earlier judgment.
He had everything he needed, except for one thing: a profound external martial art for combat and killing, to defeat enemies!
Now that he had obtained it in one stroke, his offensive power exploded instantly!
At present, if he encountered someone like Yun Zhonghe again, where would he need to go through the trouble like before? A single finger strike, and the opponent would be unable to withstand it.
Truth be told, the attack range of this One Yang Finger was even broader than when he wielded a sword.
Absurd!
The Sui Feng Sword Method did not involve the subtleties of internal energy circulation; compared to a jianfa (sword method), it leaned more towards pure jian shu (sword techniques).
A purely external sword framework.
Even though his internal energy was strong, when he swung his sword, at the tip there appeared faint, indistinct traces of green light, as if tiny sword glimmers hovered.
But that was merely the effect of having overwhelming internal energy.
It had nothing to do with the Sui Feng Sword Method itself.
Even without that sword method, just waving randomly would produce the same effect.
In short, Fang Han now had gathered the basic martial arts template: internal skill, external skill, and lightness skill—the full three-piece set!
In terms of output configuration, although a notch weaker than Duan Yu’s Six Meridian Divine Sword template, it was still absolutely formidable!
Truly delightful!
When Cheng Lingsu returned and saw him, Fang Han slowly withdrew the One Yang Finger Force in his hand.
He smiled as he went up to greet her.
Last night, Miss Cheng had been quite jealous and refused to speak with him.
But in the end, she couldn’t resist Fang Han’s intimacy.
So now things were well again.
When Cheng Lingsu saw Fang Han approaching, she was about to speak.
But when she noticed the many shattered bluestone fragments scattered around the courtyard, she was slightly startled.
Her mind turned, and she guessed: “Brother Fang, have you mastered the One Yang Finger?”
Fang Han laughed: “Lingsu is so clever—nothing can be hidden from you, haha~”
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