Banshee Family Training Record

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He knew what the other party wanted to see, and since there was no one around, he had a lot of room to maneuver and didn't need to worry about any additional impact.

So, it's time to put an end to this.

He gripped his Guan Dao (a type of halberd) with both hands, and golden divine lightning crackled around his body. Opposite him, the Yellow River Dragon Prince also gripped his Guan Dao, and purple lightning crackled around his body.

Then, the two of them moved forward together, their figures almost tearing through the void. Their movements were almost identical, and they swung their Guan Dao (a type of halberd) at each other!

Unexpectedly, both of them used the Dragon Clan's secret technique, "Three Thousand Spring Suns"!

clang--!

A terrifying metallic clang rang out, and golden and purple divine lightning exploded with a deafening roar. In an instant, both of them were thrown back a thousand meters by the tremendous recoil.

Yun Chu'an flew backward for a hundred meters, crashed into a small hill, and then stopped, slowly rising again from the dust.

The Yellow River Dragon Son looked even more disheveled, having flown nearly a thousand meters before finally stopping.

He was clearly at a disadvantage, but at this moment, his mood was not low at all; on the contrary, he seemed extremely excited!

He took flight again, his eyes burning with intensity as he stared intently at Yun Chu'an.

"Yun Chu'an." His Adam's apple bobbed as he growled, "Why is the 'Three Thousand Springs,' a secret technique of my Dragon Clan, in your hands?"

"Answer me! Look me in the eyes!"

He glared at him, roaring, trying to overwhelm him with his imposing presence.

On the other side, Yun Chu'an also returned to the air, but his expression remained unchanged: "You flatter me. The lightning-summoning sword technique I use may be similar to the secret techniques of the dragon race in some aspects, but in essence, they are not the same secret techniques."

"Putting everything else aside, if anyone else used this secret technique, they would be burned to ashes the moment they attracted lightning—and I suspect that the true dragon clan secret technique would not have such terrible side effects, otherwise the dragon prince would not have suspected that I had stolen it, right?"

He frankly stated this with conviction. When the Dragon Prince of the Wei River passed on the "Three Thousand Springs" technique to him, the situation was indeed urgent. He only taught him the methods of attack, but not a single word about the accompanying precautions against lightning striking and burning his body.

Chapter 618 Three Thousand Springs, Seven Cuts!

In reality, the most crucial techniques are those that protect the body amidst thunderclaps. After all, what's the point of a killing move if it kills you before killing the enemy?

At the time, they thought they would take a gamble, since Yun Chuan'an's lightning magic was excellent enough to perhaps relieve these injuries.

In the end, Yun Chuan did succeed, but as a result, he had to pay a huge price and suffer physical pain every time he used this incomplete "Three Thousand Springs".

Now that he has broken through to the Golden Core stage, his lightning techniques have improved further, and his Heavenly Spiritual Root has also given him a more precise grasp of spiritual power, which allows him to ignore the damage caused by the backlash.

Therefore, although he was very annoyed by this trouble, he remained extremely calm and at ease when faced with the Yellow River Dragon Prince's questioning, without the slightest guilt.

Jiang Congqian seemed completely unprepared for his answer. Upon hearing this, his expression froze for a moment, but then turned icy as he stared at him, a kind of almost murderous excitement emanating from his eyes.

"Even if you've only mastered the incomplete 'Three Thousand Springs,' these thunder and sword techniques were created by my Dragon Clan, and outsiders are strictly forbidden from learning them!" he said coldly. "If an outsider does learn them, they must either submit to my Dragon Clan or have their techniques discarded and started over!"

Yun Chu'an's gaze gradually turned cold. He summoned his Guan Dao, his heart filled with no goodwill whatsoever: "How domineering and unreasonable are the Yellow River Dragon Clan. So, you've come here today to cripple my cultivation?"

To this, Huanghe Longzi's expression was extremely calm: "Yes, so what?"

As he spoke, purple lightning once again appeared on his body: "Don't worry, I'm just crippling your cultivation, not taking your life."

"Moreover, you are still young and have already reached the mid-stage of the Golden Core realm. Even if I destroy your cultivation technique and you start cultivating again, you can return to this realm in less than thirty years!"

Before he finished speaking, his body slowly rose and floated into the air: "If you have someone to blame, blame yourself. You shouldn't have touched this secret technique that you should never have obtained!"

He unleashed a torrent of lightning upon Yun Chu'an. Yun Chu'an did not dodge, but instead met the attack with his own "Three Thousand Spring Sunshine."

The two transformed into two bolts of lightning, one golden and one purple, leaping and clashing through the air. Terrifying metallic clangs and astonishing flashes of lightning appeared in the mountains, obliterating several hills tens of meters high.

The two exchanged blows—the first, the second, and the third. The Yellow River Dragon Prince seemed to have found the key; he realized that Yun Chu'an, just as he had said, lacked a matching protective incantation to defend against his lightning-summoning sword technique, and therefore dared not unleash its full power. So…

As long as he goes all out at all costs, he can turn the tide and gain the upper hand!

Realizing this, Jiang Congqian became even more excited and fought with increasing ferocity. After each clash of swords, he would roar and leap back up from the ground to face him head-on once more.

Then, after the three strikes, he summoned lightning, and with the fourth strike, he struck down from the sky.

At this moment, Yun Chu'an had no more sword techniques to follow up. Left with no other choice, he abruptly landed on the mountaintop, transforming his body into a blue stone ape, simultaneously covering himself with Vajra talismans for defense—

clang--

His indestructible, iron-like body just barely blocked Jiang Congqian's thunderous strike, and in an instant, an immense recoil force struck. Jiang Congqian felt his hands go numb, and with a cry of pain, he was sent flying backward, his arms completely numb, unable to continue fighting.

Yun Chu'an also reverted to his original form, his body trembling, feeling a soreness all over his body from the electric shock, and for a moment he didn't even have the strength to launch a counterattack.

However, compared to the current disheveled state of Huanghe Longzi, his condition was still relatively good. He looked up ahead and saw that Jiang Congqian's body was still trembling, having personally experienced the power of Yun Chuan'an's move.

However, at this moment, instead of being wary, he seemed to have discovered some amazing treasure, his face filled with wild joy: "You only have the first three strikes of the 'Three Thousand Springs' technique?!"

Yun Chu'an remained silent, as if tacitly agreeing. His expression only fueled the Yellow River Dragon Prince's even greater elation: "Hahahaha, I knew it! How could your stolen tricks compare to mine!"

"What I possess is the most complete and outstanding 'Three Thousand Springs' technique in the world. With all seven strikes unleashed, even a Nascent Soul cultivator can be killed on the spot!"

He spoke so arrogantly, his tone excited and unrestrained: "Imitation, pay the price for your thieving behavior! You, Lin Lin, want to have me, but you, Lin Zai Zai, don't have time..."

Jiang Congqian's harsh insults caused Yun Chu'an to frown deeply, his anger rising. Even a clay figure has some temper; he had a clear conscience about how he acquired the sword technique, so how could he allow the Yellow River Dragon Prince to insult him like this?

Must fight back!

With this thought in mind, he raised his Guan Dao. However, seeing the Yellow River Dragon Prince transform into a bolt of lightning and ascend into the sky once more, he couldn't help but curse inwardly that it was troublesome.

The complete "Three Thousand Spring Suns" consists of seven strikes, but he only knows three. After exchanging blows with his opponent, he just managed to deflect one strike back.

In other words, there are still three strikes left, and I must come up with a foolproof way to completely block them!

trouble……

He cursed inwardly. Passively taking hits was not his style. Right now, he had to come up with a completely new strategy to deal with the enemy!

Three thousand springs, three thousand springs...

Is this dragon clan's secret technique all I can rely on?

No, that's not the case...

He silently murmured to himself, gripping the Guan Dao tightly in his hands, but what came to mind was the inch of black hair that Yan Shuiyi had given him before.

It contained her insights and sword intent, which enabled her to almost kill a Golden Core cultivator with only a late Foundation Establishment cultivation level, and also enabled her to defeat the Nascent Soul stage Yellow Python Ancestor with an early Golden Core cultivation level.

That was the most precious treasure she left him, but due to the various urgent situations he had faced, he had never been able to fully comprehend its meaning.

And now, at this moment, at this very moment...

His mind raced, recalling past experiences, including the time he held Yan Shuiyi's black hair and tried to understand the feeling behind it time and time again.

Most importantly, during the final battle with the Yellow Python Ancestor, Yan Shui hugged him from behind, held his hand, and personally guided him to unleash that earth-shattering strike—

It's a long story, but in reality, it all happened in the blink of an eye. As Jiang Congqian ascended into the air and then brought down his fourth sword strike, Yun Chu'an also moved.

Lightning crackled across his body at incredible speed, but this time, the lightning merely coiled mechanically around his blade, without any coordination with his swordsmanship.

The two sides clashed again in the next instant—

A blinding flash of lightning illuminated the scene, nearly blinding anyone who dared to look directly at it. The terrifying collision sent Yun Chu'an flying backward, covering a hundred meters before crashing into a mountain and finally coming to a stop in a sorry state.

Huanghe Longzi only took a few steps back before regaining his balance. He laughed wildly, his black hair standing on end, making him look like a demon god: "Ridiculous! Is this all you've got? You should know the power of 'Three Thousand Spring Suns' better than anyone else, yet you think you can fight me with this crude swordsmanship!"

While mocking Yun Chu'an's overestimation of his abilities, he didn't stop, rising into the air once more, about to unleash his sixth strike: "Since you have no more skills, then let this strike turn you into a cripple!"

Yun Chu'an struggled to his feet from the smoke and dust, feeling a trembling numbness throughout his body. Since learning the thunder magic, he had always been the one bullying others with his golden divine thunder; when had he ever been so humiliated?

However, at this moment, he felt no humiliation or anger; instead, his eyes shone even brighter. Although he had been clearly at a disadvantage in the previous exchange, he felt he had grasped a trace of sword intent! Chapter 619 Dragon Prince's Broken Leg

What Yan Shui gave him was her understanding of the way of the blade!

Before he could think further, the Yellow River Dragon Prince had already taken to the air once more. The sixth strike, stronger than the previous five, was about to fall. Yun Chu'an, filled with exhilaration, could only follow that feeling, leaping into the air and swinging his sword upwards—

Huang Helongzi suddenly felt a chill run down his spine. The enemy standing in front of him seemed to have suddenly become a different person, and the blade seemed to be able to cut off his head in the next instant!

A certain fear of death made him instinctively adjust his position to avoid that terrible end; for a moment, the power of his sixth strike was not fully utilized.

clang--

The two clashed again, but this time, they were evenly matched!

"drink--"

Yun Chu'an felt a tingling sensation all over his body from the electric shock, and his black hair stood on end. Yet, at this moment, his emotions were more heightened than ever before. His eyes were fixed on his opponent, and with a low roar, he was even faster than the Yellow River Dragon Prince, his guandao slashing straight at him—

Huang Helongzi's pupils contracted slightly. This momentary defeat left him stunned. The incomprehensible gap in his understanding even made him feel a trace of fear.

But then, a surge of intense shame gripped his heart, igniting a sudden and furious rage within him: he was the most outstanding young descendant of the Yellow River Dragon Clan, possessing secret techniques powerful enough to defeat a Nascent Soul cultivator—could it be, could it be that today…

Could it be that I actually lost to an opponent of the same level?!

"I won't lose!"

He let out a low growl, as if to bolster his own courage, and lightning flashed across his body once more as he rose into the air again: "The loser will be you!"

He roared, but his voice was already trembling. Yun Chu'an remained silent, simply following his intuition. In a daze, it seemed as if Yan Shuiyi was hugging him from behind, holding his hand, and together they were unleashing this attack—

"Ugh—!"

The Yellow River Dragon Prince let out a deafening roar, and purple lightning left a long tail behind him, making him look like a purple thunder dragon even though he was still in human form.

The seventh strike of "Three Thousand Spring Suns" was unleashed with his movement. In the blink of an eye, the two clashed again, but this time, Yun Chu'an's movements were even more agile than before.

His foot suddenly tapped the ground, abandoning his high-speed advantage, and with a sudden twist of his waist and abdomen, his body spun in mid-air.

So the Yellow River Dragon Prince's blade grazed past him, and the next moment, his blade, like a crescent moon's arc, sliced ​​through Jiang Congqian's legs—

At the critical moment, Huanghe Longzi rolled over to dodge, but even so, Yun Chuan's blade still sliced ​​through his left leg.

"Uh-"

The next instant, an indescribable, terrifying pain surged through Jiang Congqian's body, the lightning dissipated, and he let out a painful howl.

He had no power to resist anymore, and his body plummeted downwards, crashing heavily onto a small hilltop, kicking up clouds of dust.

At this moment, there was no doubt that he had lost, and lost completely.

Yun Chu'an then descended from the sky and came to his side, pointing his halberd at the dragon son on the ground, breathing heavily.

He was in a rather disheveled state, badly injured, with several smears of black ash on his face, and his hair standing on end.

However, unlike the Yellow River Dragon Prince who was lying on the ground unable to move, he was still able to stand and continue fighting. Without a doubt, he had won this battle.

If he wanted to, he could execute him right now!

However, Yun Chu'an did not do that. He simply gripped his Guan Dao and coldly stared at the dragon prince beneath him.

In the center of the deep pit, Jiang Congqian saw stars and his hands and feet were numb. He struggled for a long time before he finally managed to regain his senses.

He felt as if his bones were shattered, and the pain rendered him powerless. Not to mention, one of his legs had been severed and was still bleeding, causing his spiritual energy to drain away.

When he opened his eyes again, the smoke and dust had completely dissipated. He saw Yun Chu'an standing there, pointing his Guan Dao at him. At that moment, his heart stopped.

At that moment, his mind raced. He thought of countless things: his boastful words, his repeated mockery of Yun Chu'an, his promise to cripple his cultivation, and so on…

Recalling his own words, his face turned ashen, and he was almost certain that Yun Chu'an would not spare his life.

Since that's the case, why not be firm and stand up for ourselves...

He stiffened his neck, glared at Yun Chu'an, and tried to imitate those famous tough guys in history, saying to him, "Kill me."

But as soon as he opened his mouth, the words got stuck in his throat, and he couldn't say them. His heart pounded, and a terrifying will to survive made it impossible for him to utter a single word!

Yun Chu'an remained silent, only staring at him with icy eyes. His Guan Dao was still pointed at the Yellow River Dragon Prince's throat, then moved slightly downwards.

In an instant, the cold, sharp blade touched Jiang Congqian's Adam's apple. Feeling the palpable presence of death, Huanghe Longzi was nearly scared out of his wits; his previous seemingly fearless courage vanished in an instant!

"Brother, brother!" he cried repeatedly. "Don't kill me, don't kill me! I heard that people from the Qingyun Sect and the Buddhist sect have already arrived here. They are investigating the evil cultivators."

"If you kill me here, they might mistakenly think you're a heretical cultivator, which would bring you, your family, and even your country a lot of trouble!"

He was making such a soft threat, and Yun Chu'an was of course aware of all this. He didn't actually intend to kill the dragon prince. Even if he were to kill him, it couldn't be here.

But it seemed unreasonable that he was provoked into a fight for no reason, and the other party kept shouting that he would destroy his cultivation.

He feigned being enraged, his eyes wide with fury and his expression ferocious: "Not kill you? What use are you? To go back and inform your family, and then come back to cripple my cultivation technique in the future!"

He shouted sharply, his eyes seeming to spit fire, his hand trembling as golden divine lightning erupted on the blade, as if he would sever Jiang Congqian's neck and pierce his golden core in the next instant.

Jiang Congqian was utterly terrified. Gifted and pampered since childhood, he had almost never experienced such despair, let alone had any experience in dealing with it. (The rest of the text appears to be unrelated and possibly machine-generated gibberish.)

He was immediately terrified and cried out repeatedly, "No, no, no! There's more than one solution! There's another way: you can become one of our dragons!"

"I... can introduce my cousins ​​to you! I have several cousins ​​who all admire me and obey my every word. You can choose whichever you like. With just one word from me, I can arrange for them to marry you, and then you'll become one of our dragon clan! One of our own! No one will care what you study anymore!"

He wailed, spouting incoherent words, desperate to save his life from Yun Chu'an's blade: "I can teach you the complete 'Three Thousand Springs'... Your swordsmanship is incomplete. The complete 'Three Thousand Springs' has seven strikes, but you've only learned three, so it's not complete at all..."

Yun Chu'an was dumbfounded by his repeated pleas for mercy, and secretly wondered if he had really frightened him.

He was genuinely quite surprised, after all, the first time he heard of the Yellow River Dragon Prince's great name was when this guy used "Three Thousand Spring Suns" to defeat an enemy in the late stage of the Golden Core realm, two levels above him.