Nian Qingfeng is a person whose name truly reflects his character.
Not only is his sword like a gentle breeze, but he himself is even more like a gentle breeze, with an unpredictable and moody personality.
He may seem unreliable, but his thoughts are actually quite unfathomable.
"Don't just eat by yourself, come on, get me a serving too." Nian Qingfeng sat down at the table in a very familiar manner, waiting for Jiang Wuyuan to serve the dishes. "Did you make this yourself? It smells pretty good."
Jiang Wuyuan's originally calm expression almost crumbled. His lips twitched, and he obediently served the person a bowl of rice.
Regardless of whether this person is Nian Qingfeng himself or not, he is someone he absolutely cannot afford to provoke right now.
That probing sword strike just now made him feel that the strength of the person in front of him was as vast and boundless as the universe, with no end in sight.
"Don't stand there, sit down and eat with us." Nian Qingfeng took the bowl and chopsticks from Jiang Wuyuan and started eating.
Jiang Wuyuan sat down with a blank expression and continued eating his unfinished dinner.
The time spent in their first meeting passed in this strange yet harmonious atmosphere.
After finishing his meal, Nian Qingfeng put down his chopsticks with satisfaction and picked up a tissue to wipe his mouth.
"Not bad, your skills are quite good, kid." Nian Qingfeng's gentle gaze fell on Jiang Wuyuan, yet Jiang felt that even moving a finger was exceptionally difficult. "Let me introduce myself. My name is Nian Qingfeng, oh right~ the Nian Supreme you mentioned. How about it? Aren't you surprised? I came here specifically to find you~"
Jiang Wuyuan was somewhat helpless, yet also amused: "It's a pleasant surprise."
Upon hearing this, Nian Qingfeng gave him a knowing look: "Don't call me Supreme Nian anymore, call me Master~ You are my last disciple, and of course, also my first disciple."
Jiang Wuyuan paused, wondering if he would be chopped in half on the spot if he refused.
"Your Excellency, I already have a master. I am very sorry to have disappointed you." After thinking for a moment, Jiang Wuyuan still resolutely refused.
The Blade Spirit taught him for three years, accompanying him through his weakest period, and was his only teacher.
[Although I am very touched, Xiao Yuan, I am not really your master.] The sword spirit seemed to know what he was thinking and said calmly, [Before you find my true form, I can't help you at all except teach you some skills. Moreover, these skills were not created by me, so they are not part of my legacy.]
In this world, if you have a powerful master to protect and guide you, your path to growth will be much easier.
In front of Jiang Wuyuan, Nian Qingfeng waved his hand dismissively: "I don't care if you only have me as your master. There's always someone to learn from in a group of three. Anyone in the world can be your master. I just want to cherish your talent and pass on my skills to you."
You're a lad who grasped sword intent even faster than I did back then. I hope you can surpass me, continuously advance the way of the sword, and one day protect our Dragon Kingdom.
Jiang Wuyuan was somewhat stunned.
"So, you're going to reject me too?" Nian Qingfeng smiled, looking directly into the eyes of the boy in front of her.
Jiang Wuyuan met his gaze without flinching. After a moment, he stood up, bowed his head, and respectfully bowed.
"Disciple Jiang Wuyuan greets Master."
"Hahaha, good, good, good!" Nian Qingfeng's serious expression vanished, and his true nature was immediately revealed. "Good disciple, I was indeed the fastest to act, hahaha!"
Jiang Wuyuan's eye twitched, and he suddenly felt a little regretful.
“Since that’s the case, then I will give you a gift as a disciple.” Nian Qingfeng smiled and took out a black sword box about half the height of a person from his spatial ring and placed it in front of Jiang Wuyuan. “This sword box is called the Nameless Sword Box. I brought it back from the depths of the abyss years ago. You should know that the abyss is filled with dark energy. Even a ninth-tier weapon will be immediately corroded into a piece of scrap metal if it enters the depths of the abyss without the resistance of blood and qi.”
However, this sword case had been in the abyss for an unknown amount of time, and even after I retrieved it, it showed no signs of corrosion whatsoever—a true miracle.
“Master, this is too precious.” Upon hearing this, Jiang Wuyuan shook his head and said, “Although I don’t know what grade of divine artifact it is, just based on this alone, it has already surpassed a ninth-grade weapon.”
Nian Qingfeng chuckled and patted Jiang Wuyuan on the shoulder: "I already have a divine weapon, and besides, one sword is enough for me. I've heard that you probably have a skill that allows you to use many swords, right? A sword case would be perfect; it's a great way to show off!"
Nian Qingfeng winked at him.
Jiang Wuyuan felt that he was facing this new master more often than before: "In that case, thank you, Master."
“There’s no need for formalities between us, master and disciple,” Nian Qingfeng grinned.
Nian Qingfeng thought the time was perfect and decided to test the strength of his newly acquired precious disciple.
Although that sword strike probed the depths, it wasn't much.
Before he could even stand up from his chair, he sensed several presences approaching from afar.
Hey, a familiar face has arrived.
Nian Qingfeng immediately calmed down, leaned back in his chair with an air of nonchalance, and directed Jiang Wuyuan to wash the dishes.
This way, if he doesn't make those old men bleed, he'll write Qingfeng's name backwards!
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