The air was thick with m mist as Feiyin stood iraining grounds, his body drenched i, his breathing deep and steady. His muscles burned from the intense week of training, but there was no fatigue in his eyes—only exhiration.He could feel it.Something had shifted.For the past seven days, he had pushed himself relentlessly, refining his teique, sharpening his trol, and tempering his body until he had broken through the hreshold. Now, as he ched his fists, he could feel the raw power c through his limbs—4000 kilograms of internal strength. His body felt lighter, yet denser, every movement more fluid, effit, and trolled.More than anything, he could feel it when he held his saber.Standing iraining field, he slowly uhed his bde, feeling the familiar weight settle in his grip. But today, something was different.The on, on extension of his body that still required effort to wield, now felt like an inseparable part of him. Every shift in his stance, every minute adjustment of his wrist, transted effortlessly into the bde. He gave a small test swing, the saber slig through the air with a whispering sharphat sent a thrill through him.He swung again, this time slower, more trolled, fog not on his strength but oent behind the strike.His father’s words echoed in his mind."A drawn bde is a known one, and a sheathed one is unknown. People fear the unknown.""I be a powerful thing. The sharper and more plete your i is, the more it shapes your surroundings.""If your i is clear in your mind and strong in your heart, trolling your body and irength will bee easier."Now, he finally uood.The power of a bde was not just in its sharpness, nor irength behind the strike, but in the crity of the one who wielded it.Before, when he swung his saber, he had focused oion—the way his muscles ehe way his irength flowed into the strike. But now, there was a new depth to his trol, ohat went beyond teique. His strikes felt er, sharper, as if his i itself was sharpening the edge of his bde.A slow smile spread across his face.His father had been right all along.At that moment, a deep, knowing chuckle interrupted his thoughts."Looks like you've finally grasped something," Cai Feng said, standing at the edge of the training field, arms crossed, his sharp eyes watg Feiyin closely.Feiyin turo his father, uo tain the excitement in his voice. "Dad, I get it now. The i behind the bde—it matters just as much as the strength behind it."Cai Feng nodded approvingly. "Good. Strength alone means nothing if your will is scattered. A sharp mind wields a sharper bde."Feiyin looked down at his saber, gripping the hilt more firmly. "Before, I was always fog oion, the teique, the force behind my strikes. But now… it feels like my bde is aension of my i. My irength is smoother, my trol better. I don’t have tle to force my power into my attacks—it flows naturally."Cai Feng studied him for a long moment before stepping forward. "Show me."Feiyin didn’t hesitate.He took a deep breath, shifting into a stable stance. His feet pressed firmly into the ground, his core engaged, his entire body aligned in perfect bance. He focused his i, the image of a , decisive cut f in his mind.Theruck.The bde sliced through the air with an effortless, fluid motion, the speed and precision of the cut sharper than any he had performed before. It wasn’t just a simple strike—it was a statement, a decration of his will.Cai Feng’s eyes gleamed with approval. "Much better."Feiyin exhaled, his chest rising and falling with steady breaths. He could feel it in his bohis was just the beginning.With this level of trol, with this level of crity, his training would only advance even further.He tightened his grip on his saber, his determination burning brighter than ever.He had reached 4000 kilograms of strength. His body had grown stronger, faster, more refined.And now, with his bde sharper than ever—both in steel and in i—he was ready to push forward once more.—----The peaceful hum of Pine Vilge was shattered by the sudden screams of warning. The g of ons being drawn, the heavy pounding of boots against dirt, and the sharp, chilling cry of arm rang through the air like a death knell.Feiyin turned sharply toward the otion, his pulse surging as he saw dark figures moving through the vilge, their bck robes blending into the night like wraiths. Their movements were swift, precise, and without hesitation—they were attag.For a split sed, everything seemed to freeze. His mind struggled to catch up with the reality of the situation, but his instincts, honed by months of training, screamed at him to move.His father was already in motion.Cai Feng had barely given a single gnce before his body surged forward, cutting across the training ground like a bde slig through air. His movements were her rushed nor reckless, but precise and full of lethal i."Militia, to arms! Defend the vilge!" Jiang Hu’s voice roared through the chaos, snapping the stunned defenders into a.Feiyi his heartbeat hammer against his ribs as he gripped his saber tightly. The vilgers who could fight were already moving, f ranks to push back the invaders. His mother, Mei Liao, had disappeared from sight, likely ensuring that the vilgers who could not fight were moved to safety.The bck-robed attackers struck like shadows, their attacks swift and merciless. The militia, well-trained under Cai Feng’s leadership, responded with a coordinated terattack. The sound of metal g against metal, the sharp cries of pain, and the heavy, suffog st of blood filled the air.Then, from amidst the chaos, a lone figure emerged—a man dressed in white robes, standing at the ter of the vilge square, his presence exuding an aura of absolute trol.Even from where Feiyin stood, he could feel the suffog pressure radiating from him.A sharp, sinking feeling cwed at his gut. This man was different.The leader of the bck-robed figures turned his gaze toward Cai Feng.Cai Feng slowed his approach, his eyes log onto the white-robed man with a look of quiet iy.Then, as if the rest of the world had ceased to exist, the two men faced each other.The sounds of battle faded into a distant hum. The tensioweehied like a storm preparing to break.Feiyin barely dared to breathe as he watched, knowing instinctively—this was not just any fight.This was a frontatioween titans.And before the night was over, the course of everything he had known would ge.