Ling Tian Sword God

Sword Controlling Technique!

Ling Chen’s expression showed surprise. He had indeed heard of the renowned Sword Controlling Technique, a powerful swordsmanship from the Middle Ages. Many legendary swordsmen had practiced this technique and demonstrated unparalleled power, making it extremely famous.

Sword Controlling Technique involves wielding the sword with one’s will. Essentially, the stronger the Sword Intent, the more potent the Sword Controlling Technique becomes, with no upper limit.

In other words, the technique’s power doesn’t lie in itself but depends on the strength of the swordsman using it.

Previously, when Ling Chen encountered Lin Chaonan in the Burial Dragon Ancient Land, the sword-light flying technique he used was a branch of the Sword Controlling Technique. However, it was clear Lin Chaonan had only grasped the basics of the sword-light flying technique and not the true Sword Controlling Technique.

Ling Chen was quite unexpecting to find the Sword Controlling Technique within the Ling Family’s Ancestor Pavilion.

Moreover, with the branch of sword-light flying technique, once mastered, it not only aids in travel but also significantly enhances one’s ability to escape, which is crucial.

This is it.

Before seizing the Saint’s Soul Niche, first master the Sword Controlling Technique.

Ling Chen withdrew his gaze from the painting scroll before him, and his eyes wandered around the Ancestor Pavilion, eventually landing on a stone statue holding a black box.

The black box was completely enveloped in a layer of blue light, emitting faint sharp wailing sounds beneath it.

The sound was so intense that it seemed to tremble one’s very soul.

This black box was most likely the Saint’s Soul Niche.

Learn the Sword Controlling Technique first, then seize the Saint’s Soul Niche!

Ling Chen already had a plan in mind.

”Family Head, I will learn this Sword Controlling Technique,” he said.

Ling Chen glanced at Ling Tingfeng. After the latter nodded, he sat down cross-legged before the painting scroll.

Ling Tingfeng naturally held no objections. The Sword Controlling Technique is notoriously difficult to learn; aside from Ling Chen, it was unlikely the others could master it. With the advantage of possessing a Sword Spirit Embryo, Ling Chen was uniquely suited to comprehend this technique.

The others, including Ling Yuxuan and Ling Xue, also found their respective heritages and sat down cross-legged in front of different painting scrolls.

Whoosh!

Ling Chen’s thoughts immersed into the painting scroll. As if sensing the fluctuations of Sword Intent from his body, a unique ambiance emanated from the scroll, enveloping Ling Chen.

A void filled Ling Chen’s vision.

Before his eyes, a swordsman in cyan robes was flying in mid-air, a radiant sword beneath his feet. This sword seemed lightweight, yet it supported the swordsman without a hitch. Speedily, it darted through the void, like a cyan rainbow.

The swordsman in cyan robes descended atop a mountain.

The sword then floated unaided and, with a wave of the swordsman’s hand, shot out to the sky in a straight line.

As it flew, the sword sped up and suddenly changed direction, revolving in circles around the swordsman, freely altering its course.

After spinning rapidly dozens of times, the swordsman thrust out his hand again, forming seals with both hands. In a flash of closings and separations, the cyan sword split into eight, then sixteen, thirty-two, sixty-four... eventually surpassing a hundred flying swords, densely packed.

”Controlling Gift of Hundred Swords!”

Ling Chen was taken aback. The Sword Controlling Technique’s power, in the end, was frightening.

Yet these flying swords were formed by sword qi, not real swords. Nonetheless, they were far more powerful than ordinary sword qi, and each had an independently unique trajectory.

As Ling Chen pondered, the swordsman in cyan robes abruptly turned his arm, and all the flying swords simultaneously targeted Ling Chen, erupting with rapid whooshing as they shot towards Ling Chen!

Swish! Swish! Swish!

The flying swords pierced through Ling Chen’s forehead, as if dozens of needles stabbed into his mind. With each flying sword’s penetration, Ling Chen’s understanding of the Sword Controlling Technique deepened a bit, yet the sheer pressure of over a hundred swords was immense. An average person could never endure it.

But who was Ling Chen? His Sword Intent was incredibly strong, unmatched among his peers, allowing him to swiftly grasp the basics of the Sword Controlling Technique.

In the Ancestor Pavilion, Ling Chen, seated cross-legged on the ground, suddenly opened his eyes.

”Unleash!”

With a guiding motion of his right hand’s sword fingers, the Red Sky Sword at his waist autonomously unsheathed. It tracked a straight path, a red line blurring through space, piercing a rock garden a hundred steps away faster than a Blazing Meteor.

Certainly, this wasn’t solely due to the Sword Controlling Technique’s power.

What truly empowered the technique was Ling Chen’s Sword Spirit Embryo. His strong Sword Intent augmented his Mental Power, making it easier to wield flying swords. Even at the first realm, defeating an enemy was a mere thought away.

”What, learned the Sword Controlling Technique so fast?”

Ling Tingfeng, standing nearby, was stunned. He had assumed Ling Chen would need at least a month to even begin, but to his surprise, it took Ling Chen less than one hour to master it!

No other prodigious swordsman could match this!

”Not enough.”

Ling Chen wasn’t satisfied. At the first realm, the Sword Controlling Technique could only follow a straight trajectory. Such functionality was cumbersome for combat, let alone escape.

”Change direction!”

A fierce gleam appeared in Ling Chen’s eyes. With a shout, the Red Sky Sword, on the verge of hitting the wall along a straight path, abruptly veered aside to graze along the wall instead.

”Change again!”

Ling Chen pushed his Sword Intent to the limit, manipulating the Red Sky Sword with sword fingers. His frequent movements directed the Red Sky Sword to continuously change its path, carving sharp tracks in its wake.

Though some control discrepancies remained, Ling Chen could now fundamentally guide the flying sword’s direction changes.

”Return to the scabbard!”

Ling Chen suddenly pulled his sword fingers back, transforming the red light into a sword which accurately slid back into its scabbard with a resonant clink.

”Simply perfect!”

Unable to hold back, Ling Tingfeng praised Ling Chen. Even on his first attempt using the Sword Controlling Technique, Ling Chen had perfectly completed the entire process, an astonishing feat.