I Can Copy the Talents of All Creatures

Yu Fei calmed his mind and, using his Super Speed Reaction, silently recalled the details from his spiritual space.

The sword he had conjured in his mind was designed after a famous sword from an anime in his past life. But in the clash just now, it had shattered on contact, like a sand sculpture!

Yu Fei discovered a fatal problem.

He didn’t know what a sword was supposed to be like.

That’s right. Other than the Cyan Lotus Sword in his hand, he had never truly owned a sword—a sword that glinted with a cold light, one that was incomparably sharp!

The Cyan Lotus Sword was three feet long and made of gold and wood, its edge fully exposed. He had performed a blood sacrifice to it and now controlled it with a sword seal, allowing it to come and go as he pleased.

’If I have to visualize a sword, what sword could possibly compare to the Cyan Lotus Sword in my own hand?’

Ever since the blood sacrifice, the sword never left his side. He even slept with it. Not to mention the invisible connection between him and the Cyan Lotus Sword!

Yu Fei felt that he should be visualizing the Cyan Lotus Sword, not some other random, imaginary thing.

He stood up and casually picked up the Cyan Lotus Sword to observe it closely. Its edge was covered in dense, frost-like patterns, and the guard was shaped like twin lotuses. The golden veins running along its body seemed to be alive. This sword was exceptionally sharp!

’This is my sword!’

"Mr. Yan, I’m going to start now!"

With that, Yu Fei sat down cross-legged and changed the sword seal in his hands. The Cyan Lotus Sword once again floated slowly into the air.

"You—"

Yan Sea wanted to stop him. He had just started to reach out a hand when he saw Yu Fei’s movements and froze.

He had never practiced this Contemplation Skill, but he remembered his little junior brother screaming and collapsing after his first attempt at nurturing the sword. He had been unconscious for a full day and night before waking up.

In the days that followed, his little junior brother would often scream and cry in agony. If their master hadn’t pushed him, he would have almost never practiced the skill on his own initiative.

He had once asked his little junior brother what it was like to clash with the Sword Intent within the Cyan Lotus Sword.

He remembered his little junior brother looking at him resentfully and saying, "What kind of experience do you think it is? You just get hacked to death, that’s all!"

That’s right. Clashing with the Cyan Lotus Sword meant being hacked to death again and again in one’s spiritual space!

That night, Yu Fei was hacked to death five times by the Cyan Lotus Sword in his spiritual space. When he finished, he was staggering, his steps were unsteady, and his face was deathly pale.

Yan Sea felt a wave of lingering fear. He had never practiced the Green Lotus Sword Nourishing Skill, but he had also never seen anyone succeed at nurturing the sword five times during their first formal training session.

The crucial part was that after five sessions, he was still clear-headed. He wasn’t crying or making a fuss, and he could even walk home.

’Such talent... If Master were still here, he would be so happy! Ah...’

Yan Sea felt a pang of sadness. If Yu Fei didn’t succeed, the Jie Sword lineage would truly be lost.

He decided to take Yu Fei home and explain the situation to his parents. If Yu Fei had given up earlier, he wouldn’t have felt so strongly about it. So many others had failed; one more wouldn’t have made a difference.

But now, he was genuinely afraid that Yu Fei would give up, and also afraid that his sheer determination would lead to some kind of accident.

Yu Fei was just too perfect for the Jie Sword lineage: a tenacious will, powerful Spiritual Power, and supreme combat talent. Although his cultivation aptitude was somewhat mediocre, it didn’t matter much.

As long as one’s strength was great enough, a lack of aptitude could be compensated for with resources.

And as for a lack of resources? Didn’t he have a sword? Was it not sharp enough? Were there too few enemies?

Ultimately, for a truly powerful individual, "insufficient resources" was a false dilemma. If you lacked resources, it just meant you weren’t strong enough yet.

"Mr. Yan, I can get home on my own. Really, I’m in great shape!"

Yu Fei’s face was pale, but his eyes were exceptionally bright.

The spirit relies on the body, yet it transcends it.

Yu Fei possessed the red talent [Spiritual Acuity], a unique, high-tier talent that granted him three times the base Spiritual Power of an ordinary person and elevated his soul by one rank.

Three times the Spiritual Power represented quantity, while an elevation in soul rank represented quality.

Therefore, the damage inflicted upon him by the Sword Intent in the Cyan Lotus Sword was not as severe as Yan Sea had imagined.

Furthermore, his Super Speed Reaction talent, which came from a tabby cat, granted him seven times the normal neural reaction speed. This allowed Yu Fei to grasp the fine details of the Cyan Lotus Sword Intent. He could clearly observe how the sword he visualized was shattered and observe the true Sharpness of the Cyan Lotus Sword Intent.

After being hacked to death five consecutive times, he felt as if he could imbue the Cyan Lotus Sword he visualized with a trace of its Sharpness.

Yan Sea, sitting in the driver’s seat, glanced at Yu Fei’s pale face in the rearview mirror and said irritably:

"Go take a look in the mirror and you’ll see just how ’great’ you’re doing. Don’t put too much pressure on yourself, and don’t push yourself so hard. You have a long future ahead of you. It’s just a Contemplation Skill; with enough practice, you’ll get it. And if you really can’t, then you can’t. There are plenty of other powerful Cultivation Techniques in the world. Worst case, I’ll just find you another legacy to inherit!"

Yan Sea’s thoughts were a mess of contradictions that evening.

On one hand, he saw in Yu Fei the hope for the revival of the Jie Sword lineage, but on the other, he was afraid Yu Fei would end up crippling himself.

’Five times in one night!’

He was genuinely scared. He had never seen anyone so reckless.

When Yu Fei brought Yan Sea back to his apartment, Mr. Yu was naturally overjoyed, and even a little flustered.

After all, Yan Sea was a Third-Realm Martial Artist. In terms of power alone, he was a major figure in the local area.

...

"So that’s the situation. Yu Fei is learning a special Cultivation Technique, and the process takes a toll on his spirit. I’ll be watching over him as he learns, but in a process like this, injuries are unavoidable!"

Yan Sea explained to Mr. Yu in an extremely amicable tone.

When Yu Fei had come home, Mr. Yu had noticed that something was off with his son. He didn’t understand the martial path, but he knew that Martial Artists were likely to get injured during their training.

At first, he thought his son had suffered a serious injury, which would explain why his teacher had accompanied him home.

Now, hearing from Yan Sea that his son had simply over-exerted his spirit and needed to rest, he was finally able to relax.

"Mr. Yan, thank you for taking care of my son. I’m sorry to have troubled you.

"As parents, all we want is for our children to grow up healthy and safe. But Yu Fei has been independent since he was a boy. He loves the martial path and is extremely dedicated, so of course his mother and I support him completely.

"We don’t understand martial arts training, so please bear with our ignorance. We’ll be depending on you for his journey on the martial path. We will give him our full support!"

Mr. Yu’s attitude was extremely sincere. Although he was worried about his son’s condition, the fact that Yan Sea had come personally to explain showed how much he valued Yu Fei.

Yan Sea felt a bit more at ease. After all, the Cultivation Technique he was teaching had caused Yu Fei’s abnormal condition. It would have been a hassle if his parents didn’t understand.

"You’re too kind. Yu Fei is the student I’m most satisfied with, and I have high hopes for him. As for his journey on the martial path, I will do my best to guide him."

As he spoke, Yan Sea took an exquisitely crafted, sealed sandalwood box from his bag and handed it to Yu Fei.

He instructed him, "There are ten sticks of Nourishing Spirit Incense in here. In your current state, after you finish nurturing your sword, break off one-third of a stick and light it in a sealed room. It will help you effectively recover your spiritual energy."

Yu Fei didn’t refuse. This was a symbol of Yan Sea’s high hopes for him.

"Thank you, Mr. Yan. I’ll definitely master it!"

But Yan Sea was still a little worried. He patted him on the shoulder.

"Don’t be impatient. Rome wasn’t built in a day. Just do your best!"

With that, Yan Sea left. Mr. Yu started to escort him to the elevator but was told to stop.