Volume One: The Young Master of the Demon God Chapter 11: Swordsmanship and Agility Techniques

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"Xiao Yu'er! Help me!"
Qi Yu, clinging to the last shred of his sanity, gritted his teeth and shouted to Xiao Yu'er.
"Alright!"
Usually, Qi Yu could hold out for about half the time of a joss stick in this state, but once that time passed, his body would give out and he would faint.
So Xiao Yu'er delivered a flying elbow strike directly to Qi Yu’s neck.
Qi Yu didn’t sense Xiao Yu’er’s move at all; his vision darkened as his head fell toward the ground.
Qi Yu had woken from hunger, and after activating his bloodline power, there was a side effect: every time he recovered, he felt ravenous.
Inside the dragon’s pool, after catching two fish and roasting them over the fire, Qi Yu sat on the wooden bed, closed his eyes, and let his consciousness sink into his body to feel the changes within.
When he looked into his dantian, Qi Yu was momentarily stunned.
Inside the dantian, spiritual energy surged like a turbulent ocean, and floating above the energy was a small orb, its appearance unknown when it had formed.
The orb was dark red, covered in intricate patterns that seemed connected to every limb and bone in Qi Yu’s body, constantly radiating waves of energy outward.
"What is this?"
Qi Yu muttered in confusion, even sensing the violent aura from when he activated his bloodline power emanating from the orb.
"Could it be related to my bloodline?"
Qi Yu tried to circulate his spiritual energy; despite the orb’s presence, it was unaffected, the energy flowing smoothly through the orb and into his meridians.
"Have I cultivated some strange thing?"
One month later.
In the Demon God Sword Domain, Qi Yu held the Cold Cicada sword, his gaze fixed on the giant sword at the center of the domain.
Clang!
A layer of milky white spiritual energy gradually wrapped the Cold Cicada sword, and the blade emitted a series of sharp sword cries.
Ding!
Qi Yu swung the sword in a slash.
Silver light blossomed from the blade, releasing a crescent-shaped sword aura that flew toward the giant sword.
Whoosh!
The sword aura sliced through the air but soon dissipated completely.
"Huff, huff!"
Qi Yu panted heavily. He had exerted all his strength in that strike, but there seemed to be some kind of restriction within the sword domain; the sword aura quickly dissipated upon entering it.
Qi Yu adjusted his breathing, stabbed the Cold Cicada sword into the ground, then raised two fingers together and pulled upward.
He softly commanded, "Rise!"
Swish!
The Cold Cicada sword trembled violently before slowly levitating in midair.
"Go!"
Qi Yu pointed at the giant sword.
Swish!
A flash of sword light, and the Cold Cicada flew straight toward the giant sword.
However, the sword domain seemed enveloped by a barrier; the Cold Cicada sword struck the barrier with a clanging of sparks, unable to advance further.
Finally, Qi Yu’s spiritual energy was depleted, and the Cold Cicada sword fell to the ground.
"Though sword control is profound, it consumes an immense amount of spiritual energy."

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Qi Yu immediately sat cross-legged to restore his spiritual energy.
Sword control was the second sword technique Qi Yu had learned from Yao Yao.
After his spiritual energy recovered, Xiao Yu'er hopped excitedly to Qi Yu’s side.
"Brother Qi Yu, it’s already been a month. Why can’t you touch me yet?"
Xiao Yu'er rested her chin on her hands, looking a bit troubled. "But I really only used a little effort!"
Qi Yu’s mouth twitched as he jumped up, raised two fingers, and pulled upward. The Cold Cicada sword flew into his hand.
"Xiao Yu'er, I will definitely touch you today. Take this!"
With a flash of sword light, Qi Yu thrust his sword toward Xiao Yu'er.
Swish!
The long sword pierced straight into Xiao Yu'er’s chest.
Qi Yu’s pupils contracted sharply, but the Xiao Yu'er before him slowly vanished into thin air.
"An illusion?"
From behind came Xiao Yu’er’s teasing laughter: "Brother Qi Yu, I’m right behind you. What are you daydreaming about?"
After a month of trials, Qi Yu knew Xiao Yu’er was fast, but he hadn’t expected her to be this swift.
Qi Yu spun out a sword flourish; the Cold Cicada sword sang through the air.
Xiao Yu’er moved with extraordinary agility; sword lights rained down like droplets, yet she evaded nearly every strike flawlessly, like a dragon weaving through water.
Eventually, Xiao Yu’er caught the sword tip. Qi Yu’s lips twitched into a slight smile as he raised two fingers together and softly commanded, "Sword control!"
Swish, swish!
The tip of the sword burst with dazzling light, and from just a short distance, a beam of sword aura shot straight at Xiao Yu’er’s face.
At such close range, Xiao Yu’er should have been unable to dodge; Qi Yu was certain this time would succeed.
But then he saw Xiao Yu’er’s chubby little hand firmly grasp the sword aura, and the light instantly vanished from her palm!
Single-handedly dispersing the light!
Qi Yu was dumbfounded.
Xiao Yu’er released the sword tip, grinning cheekily: "Hehe, Brother Qi Yu, you lost again!"
Qi Yu sighed deeply, forced to admit defeat.
Yao Yao approached with a graceful step and said, "Qi Yu, do you know why, after learning sword control, you still can’t touch Xiao Yu’er?"
Qi Yu thought for a moment and uttered two words: "Movement technique."
Xiao Yu’er’s strange footwork was incredibly agile and fast; if one didn’t watch her trajectory carefully, it would seem as if she was traversing space itself.
Yao Yao nodded approvingly, "Looks like you’re not too foolish after all!"
"Then let Xiao Yu’er guide you in learning movement technique!"
Under Xiao Yu’er’s tutelage, Qi Yu’s agility began to improve rapidly!
In later trials with Xiao Yu’er, though he couldn’t guarantee success every time, he managed to touch her several times.
Three more months passed, and Qi Yu’s cultivation advanced to the third tier of the Profound Realm.
His speed of advancement rivaled that of a prodigious genius.
One day, Qi Yu finally relaxed, sitting by the pool with Xiao Yu’er playing in the water, when suddenly four black shadows darted out from the forest, instantly surrounding them.
Qi Yu instinctively shielded Xiao Yu’er behind him. Xiao Yu’er cooperated, poking her head out from behind him and scanning the crowd with her innocent, watery eyes.
The leader of the black-clad men had a scar by his eye; Qi Yu sensed a powerful spiritual energy radiating from him.
A fifth-tier Profound Realm cultivator!
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The other three black-clad men were no lower than the second tier of the Profound Realm.
The scar-faced man raised a hand and pointed at Qi Yu, his tone grim: "Waste, you think hiding deep in the mountains means peace? The elders have decreed, today is your death day!"
As the words fell, he waved forward, and the three black-clad men drew swords and charged!
Qi Yu’s expression remained calm; he raised two fingers and pulled upward.
With a sharp "whoosh," the Cold Cicada sword descended from the sky, slicing through the clouds at incredible speed.
Before the three black-clad men could react, a sharp "puchi" sound was heard as one man’s chest was pierced, blood gushing from the wound!
Clang!
The Cold Cicada sword returned to Qi Yu’s hand; the two remaining black-clad men froze in shock.
"This waste, how can he have cultivation—and sword control at that?"
A smirk curved Qi Yu’s lips; he had long anticipated that the second elder wouldn’t give up easily and would send assassins, so he was prepared!
While the two men were still stunned, Qi Yu thrust his sword at one of them!
Swish!
The sword light flashed like lightning, accompanied by an explosion of blood mist; the man didn’t even scream before the sword sealed his throat!
The last black-clad man’s pupils dilated sharply as a crescent-shaped sword aura flickered with dazzling cold light, silently closing in!
Puchi!
The sword aura sliced his neck, the air instantly filled with the pungent stench of blood.
Qi Yu felled three men in an instant, but the scar-faced leader snorted coldly, disdainful: "Heh, didn’t expect you waste to have some skill, but a waste is always a waste!"
Qi Yu pressed one hand on the blade and said coldly, "If you leave now, there’s still time."
The scar-faced man laughed as if hearing a grand joke, then his expression darkened: "Waste, you don’t think I’m on their level, do you?"
"Hmm?"
As he spoke, his hand subtly pressed on the sword hilt, a flash of cold light streaking forth!
Swish!
Qi Yu instinctively thrust his sword.
Boom—
Two beams of sword light collided, dust billowing as ripples surged through the surrounding space.
Whoosh!
The scar-faced man released his killing intent; a fierce wind rose, whipping up sand and stones.
Qi Yu’s expression was calm as he gathered sword aura; faint light shimmered at the tip of the Cold Cicada sword.
Clang!
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