Finished reading.

Going back to study for some days.

Come back to research again when I’ve learned something.

This is the usual pattern for most people.

Even if Ding Ling is a genius, it’s normal for him to not grasp it the first time and to come back multiple times.

However, as Yue Buqun, Ning Zhongze, Fengg Buping, Cong Buqi, and Yue Lingshan were thinking this.

Ding Ling suddenly cupped his hands towards the direction of Reflection Cliff and said loudly:

"I am Ding Ling and have passed the seven checkpoints. I request Senior Feng Qingyang to show himself."

"Hmm?!!"

Yue Buqun’s hand froze as it stroked his beard, almost pulling it off. He looked at Ding Ling with confusion:

"Ding, Ding, Hero Ding, are you serious?!"

"It seems so."

Ning Zhongze was also uncertain and suspicious:

"Since he has said it, if he can’t do it, Uncle Master Feng would definitely be furious and drive him down from Reflection Cliff, never to see him again. It has happened before."

"Ah."

Yue Buqun sighed, feeling a bit troubled.

If Ding Ling were driven down the mountain by Feng Qingyang, he would be stuck in the middle, unable to please anyone.

"Hehe."

Cong Buqi, Fengg Buping, and Cheng Buyou, descendants of the Sword Sect, sneered, thinking Ding Ling was exaggerating and was really just a joker!

Yue Lingshan, Laudeno, and others were also shocked and found it hard to believe.

In contrast, Lin Pingzhi, Qu Feiyan, and Consort Yhu were much calmer and more composed, even considering this to be a very normal occurrence.

If Ding Ling can’t quickly solve a few incomplete moves, then he wouldn’t be the peerless Martial God in their hearts!

Whoosh!

Gentle breezes blew across the cliff edge at Reflection Cliff.

Before long.

A figure suddenly appeared on a large boulder.

No one knew when or how he appeared.

Except for Ding Ling.

He saw with his own eyes a ghostly figure flash like lightning from below the cliff, stepping on air and landing on the boulder.

Such speed.

Almost beyond the naked eye’s recognition.

Clearly, this person was a master of unparalleled Lightweight Skill.

Swoosh!

Once the person settled on the boulder, he sharply looked at Ding Ling.

Ding Ling also looked at him.

With this look, both sides saw each other’s figure and appearance clearly.

In Ding Ling’s eyes, this person stood upright, with a lean face and bright eyes. Although old, he exuded an immortal’s aura, resembling a celestial Sword Immortal descending on the wind, and his eyes naturally carried a captivating Sword Qi.

"Greetings, Senior!"

Ding Ling saluted.

"Hmm."

The person was evidently Feng Qingyang, with three strands of long beard fluttering gracefully, looking extremely ethereal:

"Did you just say you have passed the seven checkpoints?"

"Yes."

Ding Ling nodded.

"Oh?"

Feng Qingyang looked at Fengg Buping in the crowd.

Fengg Buping hurried over and reported the detailed situation of Ding Ling’s breakthroughs to Feng Qingyang.

After listening, Feng Qingyang looked at Ding Ling in astonishment:

"Is it true?"

"It is true."

Fengg Buping, compared to Cong Buqi and Cheng Buyou, had relatively better character, and Feng Qingyang chose him to guard these seven checkpoints for a reason, showing his sharp and insightful judgment.

The words Fengg Buping reported to Feng Qingyang were precise, without any unnecessary embellishments.

"If it is true, that you passed my seven checkpoints in a matter of moments. Are you playing tricks on me?"

As Feng Qingyang spoke, his face was slightly red, clearly feeling a hidden fire in his heart. 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

Ding Ling was not annoyed, only smiling slightly:

"Whether it is true or false, Senior will know if you try!"

"Very well."

Seeing Ding Ling’s extraordinary temperament, confident and composed, with deep and calm eyes, Feng Qingyang couldn’t help but feel uncertain. At this moment, hearing Ding Ling speak, he said, "Show me what you can do then!"

"Senior, please watch."

Ding Ling made a sword gesture with his fingers:

"This is the incomplete move of the first checkpoint!"

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The sword fingers darted out, nimble and clever, flipping up and down, high and low, left and right, turning smoothly, yet it was an extremely exquisite Sword Technique!

The incomplete moves consisted of only a dozen or so strokes.

Yet Ding Ling was not restricted by forms, practicing them freely, clearly reaching a perfect state where greatness appears simple, and simplicity appears great.

He quickly finished demonstrating and stood with his skills withdrawn, looking at Feng Qingyang:

"Senior, please instruct me."

"You, you are excellent."

Feng Qingyang gently stroked his beard, somewhat unable to believe his eyes as he looked at Ding Ling:

"This is your first exposure to Huashan Swordsmanship."

"Correct."

"If you are truly not deceiving me, then you are indeed a peerless genius!"

Feng Qingyang’s previously indifferent demeanor instantly became focused, looking seriously at Ding Ling:

"Continue."

"Yes, Senior."

Ding Ling demonstrated the sword moves of the second checkpoint.

This time.

He drew his sword for practice.

The sword tip trembled, creating three sword shadows, seemingly real and illusory, like a dream, like a fantasy, the sword shadow swayed through the void, zzzap! As if capable of piercing through all barriers, it made a harsh sound.

Feng Qingyang was deeply moved by what he saw.

Beside him, Fengg Buping was completely dumbfounded, as if witnessing a fantastic tale.

"Pass."

As soon as Ding Ling stopped, Feng Qingyang decisively waved his hand:

"Continue!"

The sword moves of the third checkpoint were continuous, with an imposing momentum, like three immortals striking with life-taking sword strikes, each sword move mystically invincible, almost unstoppable.

"Pass."

Feng Qingyang’s pupils tightened, looking at Ding Ling with solemnity:

"Continue!"

As soon as the sword moves of the fourth checkpoint were executed, sword shadows of Gale Swift Sword filled the sky. Where the sharp swords passed, the sound of Xun Wind could faintly be heard, and one could even vaguely see approaching threatening Vigorous Qi, seemingly condensed from Sword Qi.

"Excellent, excellent, excellent!"

Feng Qingyang was overwhelmingly amazed:

"With only a few incomplete moves, you have reached such a standard in the One Hundred and Eight Forms of Furious Wind Swift Sword. Truly, you are a peerless genius seldom found worldwide."

Feng Qingyang’s eyes on Ding Ling changed, now filled with admiration, praise, and approval:

"Very good. If you really reached this stage in such a short time with just incomplete moves, you are superlatively talented in Sword Dao without precedent or future!

With this alone, I have no reason not to accept you.

However, the next set of sword moves is the most special, show it to me.

Feng Qingyang was extremely satisfied.

Fengg Buping was dumbstruck.

Cong Buqi, Cheng Buyou, and several other descendants of the Sword Sect looked at each other, clearly seeing the shock in each other’s eyes.

Yue Buqun watching from not far away was left gasping in cold air, pulling out one of his own beard hairs in the process.

Is there truly such a heaven-defying genius in swordsmanship in this world?!

He muttered to himself, unable to believe it.

Comparing with Ding Ling.

He instantly felt like a third-rate trash and cripple.

Ning Zhongze was also in a daze:

"How is this possible?! The first three checkpoints consist of sword moves from Huashan Swordsmanship, Taiyue Three Cyan Peaks, and Life-taking Linked Three Immortal Swords. How did Ding Ling learn them?!"