True Solution of the Sword Dao

"It’s just a temporary concussion; it’s not a big deal. But his sister showed up later, checked on him, prescribed some medicine, and they went home together," Shi Ran said with a frown.

"Home?" Du Xiaosheng asked in confusion. "Isn’t their home in Linhai?"

"They have an apartment here. The Ouyang family is loaded," Shi Ran said with a snort.

"Really? It must be nice to be rich," Du Xiaosheng shook his head. "This time Lin Fei doesn’t seem easy either, and Ouyang’s background is also strong. Hehe, there’s going to be a good show to watch."

"What does Lin Fei’s family do? How do you know he’s not simple?" Shi Ran asked, puzzled.

"You saw how his punch nearly knocked out Ouyang. With his build, to be able to punch with that power, he must have been in a lot of fights before."

"Is that so?" Shi Ran said thoughtfully.

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In a neighborhood near Yan Capital University.

Ouyang Dong was sitting on a chair, his face grim.

Ouyang Ying stood by his side, also with a bad expression.

"I’m going to ask Brother Long to help us," Ouyang Dong suddenly stood up and headed for the door.

"Stop!" Ouyang Ying shouted, "Didn’t dad tell you when you came here? Qin Feilong and his gang are no good. Do you really think they’ll be loyal to you?"

"I can’t let it go like this!" Ouyang Dong said fiercely, "I’ve never been humiliated like that before! Being slapped in the face in front of so many people! If I don’t kill Lin Fei, I won’t be at peace!"

"You think you can beat him? If you want to teach him a lesson, you need to know your own strength."

Bang bang bang!

"Ouyang Dong, open the door!" A rough voice came from outside, followed by a series of knocks on the door.

"I’ll get it!" Ouyang Dong, already standing and with an upset stomach full of fire, rushed over at the sound and flung the door open.

Bam!!

A foot slammed directly into Ouyang Dong’s chest.

Ouyang Dong staggered backward five or six steps, his face pale, and fell into the sofa, unable to utter a word.

"Brother Bin... what are you doing? What did Xiaodong do to offend you!" Ouyang Ying was about to rush over but had to hold back her temper when she saw who was at the door.

The man who entered was sturdy, with all his hair combed back into a slicked-back style, and an ugly look on his face as he walked in rapidly. He didn’t respond, just quickly walked up to Ouyang Dong.

"Let me warn you! If you dare to mess with Fatty’s friend again, I’ll make sure you never leave the hospital alive!!" he yelled, pointing at Ouyang Dong’s nose.

Both Ouyang siblings were stunned.

"Brother Liu Bin, what do you mean by that?" Ouyang Ying managed to say with a forced smile.

Slap!

Liu Bin fiercely slapped Ouyang Ying across the face. She whimpered in pain, nearly falling to the ground, her originally fair cheek instantly swelling red.

"Did I ask you to speak??" Liu Bin said viciously. "If you don’t apologize to Fei’s friend Lin Fei within today, bear the consequences!" He left coldly and briskly, disappearing into the stairwell in a few strides.

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Like usual, Lin Fei went out to find a secluded grove. After using the Power of the Divine Artifact to conceal the area with an illusion, he directly entered the space.

What was once white had completely transformed into a natural and real world: lush green lawns, warm light, and occasional breezes. Occasionally, small insects could be seen on the ground. If it weren’t for the absence of a sun in the sky, Lin Fei might have thought he had just moved to another world region.

Jin Yi and Ye Yuhua were not around, perhaps they had gone back to the Illusionary Realm to cultivate. Lin Fei could feel faint streams of pure True Force continuously entering his body from the space, being filtered by the Divine Artifact, and merging into his core. This meant they were in a state of cultivation.

As for the True Force seeds, there were now eight sources. Clearly, eight Dream Eaters had obtained and absorbed the True Force seeds. The accumulation rate of True Force was increasing faster, and the core was filling with more and more True Force. His strength was steadily increasing.

After composing himself, Lin Fei said softly, "Enter the testing space."

Suddenly, the surroundings turned into infinite darkness. In the darkness, only he stood in place.

"Test my strength," Lin Feipeng said calmly.

"Sword Master: 211-232."

Lin Feipeng felt a surge of satisfaction.

"Finally reached the B level." Although 200 was the lowest limit for B-level fighters, it represented a distinct bottleneck. Those below B level were like ants that could easily be crushed, and only those who achieved B level could be considered significant figures in the Inner World.

According to the information obtained from Shueisha, the leaders of ordinary small and medium-sized families were usually at most at the B level. Able to protect an entire family with the power of one person shows the deterrence of the B level.

In terms of firepower, B-level fighters could possess the ability to attack on a large scale. Even those who are more focused on single-target attacks would naturally produce energy fluctuations’ side effects. As long as they don’t hold back their attacks, they could naturally cause massive shock damage. Such fighters could be considered equivalent to a modernized army by themselves.

Lin Fei, who had just made a breakthrough to the B-grade, and Lin Fei, who simply met the quantitative requirements with their fingertips, remained unknown in their differences. These were two distinct systems; having never truly fought against each other, Lin Fei himself was unclear as well.

"Sword Master has reached a new level, fulfilling the conditions to unlock a new function," the voice of the Sword Canon sounded again. "Simulation of the enemy function is now available."

Lin Fei slightly retracted his focus, "What is the simulation of the enemy function?"

"Sword Master can collect data of enemies on their own and carry out simulated real combat in the testing space. A rough prediction of the battle outcome will be made."

Lin Fei was stunned.

"Does this mean I can gather data on enemies from the outside world and the space will simulate them for me to practice combat?"

"Yes," the voice of the Sword Canon remained cold and emotionless.

"How do I collect data?" Lin Fei immediately inquired about the critical aspect. He was no longer as surprised by the Sword Canon as he was in the beginning; such a heaven-defying Divine Artifact having any kind of ability was not surprising anymore.

"Approach within a hundred meters of the target. Collection time is directly proportional to the gap in strength between Sword Master and the target. The weaker the Sword Master compared to the target, and the greater the disparity, the longer the time required."

"What’s the margin of error for the simulated target’s strength?" This was crucial since it would be tragic to defeat an opponent in the simulation only to find out that they were much stronger in reality.

"The lower the Sword Master’s strength compared to the opponent, the greater the error. Consumable items are not included in the simulation. External force enhancements are not included in the simulation. Self-injuring abilities are not included in the simulation."

"In other words, an ordinary person, even if they are holding a high-explosive grenade, would still have the strength of an ordinary person after simulation. The high-explosive grenade wouldn’t be factored in," Lin Fei murmured with a frown. "But this should be enough."

Lin Fei pondered for a moment and chose to exit the testing space.

Back on the lawn.

"Choose an opponent for a duel," Lin Fei said lightly, standing on the lawn.

A silver book materialized in front of him, its cover slowly opening. Inside, the pages were a light yellow filled with dense arrays of various sword techniques and swordmanship.

Lin Fei frowned slightly. The previous Sword Canon didn’t have such detailed parts, lacking things like pages as every page’s content was like a display screen. Now, it seemed as real as actual pages in the real world.

"Perhaps it’s due to the space becoming more realistic," Lin Fei guessed.

"Let’s first find a B-grade Inner World powerhouse to simulate as a battle opponent. That should allow me to test my current actual strength," Lin Fei decided and randomly selected a sword technique on the page in front of him.

"Select Rainbow Light Sword Technique."

"Opponent: Li Dengyang. A deacon disciple of Five-Colored Sword Mountain. Specializes in sword techniques: Rainbow Light Sword Technique, Ji Yan Sword Technique. Cultivation level: Qi Cultivation Realm. Strength completion: 70 percent."

Lin Fei was slightly startled; the information in the Sword Canon had changed from elite disciples to deacon disciples, which seemed to be slightly higher in status.

A blurry figure appeared across from Lin Fei on the lawn which then materialized instantly.

This was a white-faced Taoist wearing a green Taoist robe and a jade crown, dangling a green longsword at his waist, hands behind his back, a white beard fluttering slightly in the wind. As soon as he saw Lin Fei, his eyes lit up.

"Do you wish to join our Five-Colored Sword Mountain? Our Five-Colored Sword Mountain offers great benefits, excellent welfare, inherits top level sword techniques, and the company of beautiful women. If you join right now, I will immediately concede defeat. Our Five-Colored Sword Mountain’s Rainbow Light Sword Technique and Ji Yan Sword Technique are unmatched in the Universal Myriad Sects. If you join us, room and board are included, you’ll never have your monthly wages delayed, annual free vacations to Star Bridge Sea, absolutely worth it. If you have extraordinary talents, you can also recruit others to our sect, and we will even offer a 50 percent commission, as well as festival bonuses every year..."

"Enough already!" Lin Fei couldn’t help but laugh and cry at the same time, not expecting that other worlds would have such characters. "Let’s begin the trial."

"Fellow Daoist!" The white-faced Taoist was full of passion.

"Won’t you reconsider?"

"...." Lin Fei simply didn’t respond and slowly drew out the Black Demon Sword.

"Very well. Since you persist in your folly, this poor Daoist has no choice but to accompany you in a bout," he said.

The Taoist gently tossed his longsword into the sky.

"Aaaaaaah~~~~"

The white-faced Taoist screamed, his face turning rapidly red. The Taoist robe on his body ripped open as the muscles swelling inside burst it into countless pieces.

Lin Fei stood expressionless as pieces of torn clothing flew past him.

The Taoist across from him transformed in an instant from a robe-clad figure to a muscle-bound man with a ripped shirt.

With a click, the longsword in the air landed steadily in the Taoist’s hand, and by then, he was already bare-chested, with his muscles inflated to the size of a giant.

The green longsword was swiftly unsheathed, the Taoist took a side stance, holding the sword with one hand while facing Lin Fei with the other, his expression commanding respect without anger.

"The foremost of the Universal Myriad Sects, Li Dengyang of Five-Colored Sword Mountain!!! Fellow Daoist! Be cautious!" he declared.

A faint halo of five colors emerged behind him, seeming almost like Buddha’s radiance.

A faint hint of sandalwood scent drifted faintly through the air.

Lin Fei discarded his sword sheath and gripped his sword with both hands.

"Begin," he said calmly. (To be continued. If you like this work, you’re welcome to cast your recommendation vote and monthly ticket at Qidian. Your support is my greatest motivation.)