Chapter 104: Dual Blade Style
Change the titles… Something like this hadn’t escaped Yun Zhonghe’s imagination either.
How could one verify that the relationship between two people had evolved further? Clearly changing their manner of address was a very clear indicator.
For instance, calling each other “husband” or “dear,” such terms instantly conveyed a difference in the nature of their relationship.
Yun Zhonghe also hoped the two beautiful young girls could reach a point where they could use special names when referring to each other.
However, the yellow-haired Yun Zhonghe wasn’t going to take such steps lightly, particularly with Mu Jixue; one wrong word might get him jumped on, quite literally.
When Lin Zhongyu brought up this topic, her words coincided perfectly with Yun Zhonghe’s own thoughts. Little did he know of the thoughts of the white-haired little girl.
“Mhm… whatever floats your boat, dude. Use my last name, no problem.”
While she tried to act nonchalant, Mu Jixue seemed highly concerned about what he would call them next.
Yun Zhonghe sank into deep thought.
Using surnames sounded a bit too formal, yet overly intimate terms didn’t seem right either, terms like “sister”—too deliberate.
After some pondering, he proposed, “Shall we call her Miss Jixue and Miss Zhongyu? What do you think?”
Both remained silent for a moment, clearly not entirely satisfied—or rather, somewhat disappointed.
Hmm? Didn’t Yun Zhonghe think it was just right? Switching to personal names while adding their ladyship titles highlighted their amicable relationship. It also showcased his gentlemanly manners! He would only be their forever reliable friend!
“Yeah… sure, let’s go with that for now.”
Lin Zhongyu laughed, trying to lighten the mood.
Now Yun Zhonghe was even more confused.
They still don’t like it. Then what do you guys want me to call you?
In the end, they concluded their adventure with mixed emotions of improvement and slight disappointment.
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This trip to Qingzhu Town proved fruitful for Yun Zhonghe indeed.
He rescued Qin Hongye, forming a good bond with her, strengthened his relationships with Mu Jixue and Lin Zhongyu, and even advanced his cultivation to Foundation Establishment Seventh Layer.
It was only a matter of time before Mu Jixue attained her Core Formation phase.
But alongside these gains, Yun Zhonghe sensed pressure mounting—drama was unfolding way beyond his expectations. His mind was fixated on that bizarre demon seed, impossible to shake off.
Even after returning home and practicing sword techniques relentlessly, Yun Zhonghe couldn’t focus completely, his thoughts drifting back to the demon seed.
“The path ahead will surely be tougher. I need to urgently beef up Huang Aotian and the female lead, or heaven knows what could happen.”
Yun Zhonghe broke out in cold sweat; his sword practice wasn’t going smoothly.
Something felt off in his meridians.
Didn’t he get a dose of extreme cold spiritual energy from Mu Jixue before? Although he utilized that power like a protagonist’s cheat code, afterward, his meridians always felt a bit off.
Extreme Cold was too intense and injured his meridians.
Although he used Spiritual Power Compression to seal away the residual extreme cold, he still felt slightly uneasy, much like having a mild shoulder inflammation. While not life-threatening, it was very uncomfortable.
And extreme cold could not be eliminated. This heightened level of spiritual energy was beyond what ordinary spiritual roots could handle. Even top-notch spiritual roots weren’t sufficient to sway this situation.
Yun Zhonghe could only keep it in check.
Of course, a protagonist’s strength is reserved exclusively for the protagonist themselves.
More issues stood before Yun Zhonghe besides the demon seed.
“My golden sword is broken; losing it weakens my sword techniques. Yet, I must find another way to make up for it. But the third set of advanced techniques still lacks an ideal option. If I could blend three high-level sword techniques, I’d release even greater destructive force!”
Wen Tian Nine Swords had nine forms, each capable of adopting an advanced technique. Yun Zhonghe had been exploring combining these techniques—an advanced skill requiring three forms of the same grade to be perfectly mastered, awakening a new sword move stronger than the sum of all parts.
Unfortunately, Yun Zhonghe scoured through the Yun family mansion but found no match for the third form of Wen Tian Nine Swords that fit the upper-tier advanced category.
Since the Cloud Mansion lacked it, the entire Cangzhou City likely wouldn’t possess it either.
After all, this setting is essentially a beginner area, lacking high-tier skills. Only at Xuantian Sect might he strike gold.
Reluctantly, Yun Zhonghe resorted to another path: dual blade style practice.
Manipulating two swords simultaneously enhanced output and mitigated his loss of the golden sword. He could even improve by fifty percent, thanks largely to his less conductive second blade.
Double-blade style’s complexity, however, made it tough. Besides adapting both hands to different sword techniques, he had to guide spiritual energy through unused meridians. Coupled with his backup sword’s inferior conductiveness, making progress in double-blade style training was extra challenging.
Remember, origin dual-blade technique requires the synergy of two persons, which makes using it solo really difficult.
Unconsciously, night fell.
Returning to the clouds, Yun Zhonghe didn’t rest, practicing straight through.
Seemingly due to Mother dragging Father back after a row over Qin sect leader issues, Father had pleaded all day—from morning “sweetie, I’m truly sorry” to evening “sweetie, I swear I’ve done my penance.”
One can’t help but wonder what they’ve been doing.
But Yun Zhonghe was uninvolved. Picking up the towel from Tao Jiu’er for his sweat, downing bitter tonic, he remembered something important.
“Sister Jiu’er, send some of this to Miss Jixue and Miss Zhongyu too; add cooling herbs.”
This tonic was excellent; Yun Zhonghe had been drinking it since childhood for stronger bones.
“Cooling herbs?” Jiu’er’s eyes bugged out, although she didn’t probe much, she noted something else important. “You’re already on first-name basis now?”
Her squinting eyes, ready for interrogation, made Yun Zhonghe sweat bullets. Considering Mother Sian had hand-picked Jiu’er for personal service—same skills, punishment methods included—he wanted nothing to do with it.
Jiu’er specialized in keeping Yun Zhonghe in line regarding women.
“Is that so…”
Jiu’ler narrowed her eyes, giving him a sweet yet intimidating look, making Yun Zhonghe swallow hard.
Thankfully, Jiu’er didn’t push further.
Yun Zhonghe sensed this brush with danger in Qingzhu Town had prompted Jiu’er to show him more concern, unlike before in her bully mode.
Perhaps the fear of nearly losing made him realize the value of holding on tight…
Nonetheless, Yun Zhonghe brushed off his thoughts and prepared to head to bed. On putting on fresh clothes, he spotted the communication jade pendant and considered reaching out to everyone.
First day as a friend, a hello should definitely be in order; otherwise, it’s plain rude.
