Chapter 1027: Body Movement Technique

The tip of his finger once again struck the sharpest edge of the blade. Everything seemed to freeze in that instant. The void itself exploded at the point where Dongbo Xueying’s fingertip made contact, the sheer force of it sending the young guard staggering backward.

The Nanyun Sacred Sect, renowned across the Heart Realm Continent for its *Twelve Sacred Forms of Nanyun*, stands as one of the Ten Great Sects. Naturally, the power of this supreme technique is immense.

“How… how is this possible? His move is so simple and direct—how can it break my Shadow Blade?” The young guard refused to believe it, lunging forward again and again. Yet, each time, Dongbo Xueying merely extended a single finger, effortlessly repelling him no matter how he attacked. Nine times in a row, the guard was sent flying.

“Lord Xueying is truly formidable. His mastery alone has reached the sixth level of the Yuanshen Palace, not merely relying on the Nanyun Sacred Body to barely execute the techniques.”

“Indeed. His control over the void seems extraordinary, dismantling the Shadow Blade Art every single time.”

“Far more impressive than expected.”

Whispers of admiration circulated among the gathered guests.

This banquet, held in Dongbo Xueying’s honor, was also an opportunity to thoroughly assess the potential of this young prodigy.

The *Twelve Sacred Forms of Nanyun* can be executed in two ways: one purely through mastery, where even without cultivating the Sacred Body, one can unleash devastating techniques; the other, where one compensates for slightly weaker comprehension by forcibly channeling the Sacred Body.

For example, an eighth-level technique in the Unity Realm.

Theoretically, the Unity Realm can only reach the seventh level—this is an absolute limit in the Chaos Void.

However, with an eighth-level Nanyun Sacred Body, executing eighth-level techniques becomes far easier, requiring only partial comprehension!

The same principle applies to the Chaos Realm.

To unleash tenth-level combat power, one must rely on a perfected tenth-level Nanyun Sacred Body. By comprehension alone, it is utterly impossible—because tenth-level techniques inherently contain mysteries of the Cosmic Deity level. Yet, with a perfected Sacred Body, one can forcefully execute them with only partial understanding.

The Nanyun Sacred Body and the *Twelve Sacred Forms of Nanyun* complement each other. Any other body-refining method would be useless for these techniques.

—

“Is this all you’ve got? Now, try enduring *my* attacks.” Dongbo Xueying laughed brightly before finally launching his assault.

He had deliberately countered nine times with his finger—just to put on a show for Fan Tianchong and the others!

His true purpose in attending this banquet… was to get a closer look at that spearhead!

*Whoosh.*

Dongbo Xueying surged forward, his figure splitting into nine phantoms, each seemingly attacking the young guard from a different angle.

“What?!” The guard panicked—to his senses, all nine phantoms felt real.

In truth, all nine *were* real. Dongbo Xueying had moved so swiftly that his body sliced through space nine times in an instant, creating the illusion of multiple figures.

Using his body as a weapon to cleave space—this was the *Twelve Sacred Forms of Nanyun* repurposed as movement techniques.

*Whoosh.*

As Dongbo Xueying flashed past the guard, his hand swept out, leaving nine afterimages in its wake. The guard’s body was instantly slashed nine times—though the wounds immediately healed.

In a blink, Dongbo Xueying had retreated to his original position, watching the guard calmly.

The young guard’s face flushed with humiliation. The Fan Clan was known for its ruthless, survival-of-the-fittest ethos. His master, Pang Bo, had instilled the same philosophy in his disciples—only the strong thrived, while the weak perished. This had been his chance to bring honor to his master, yet he had been utterly crushed.

“Enough. Withdraw,” Pang Bo commanded from his seat.

“Yes.” The guard immediately retreated.

“Lord Xueying’s comprehension is truly extraordinary,” Pang Bo praised. “Not only can he flawlessly execute the *Twelve Sacred Forms of Nanyun*, but he has even adapted its offensive techniques into movement arts—transcending the original scope of the forms. A genius, indeed.”

Pang Bo couldn’t help but admire Dongbo Xueying.

Among his many disciples, even his personal students, none possessed comprehension comparable to this young lord.

A pity…

This Xueying was simply too dazzling. As a mere guest elder, Pang Bo had no right to take such a prodigy as his disciple.

“Turning offensive techniques into movement—impressive,” Fan Tianchong remarked approvingly.

“Brilliant.”

“Watching Lord Xueying reminds me of my own days five million years ago, when I was just an ordinary disciple in a minor sect within the Xiawind Ancient Nation,” the other guests chimed in with admiration.

They all understood—

To reach such heights in just five million years, unshackled by the limitations of existing techniques, even deriving new forms from their essence… Such talent was staggering. Barring unforeseen calamity, reaching the ninth level of the Chaos Realm was all but guaranteed.

After all, even the strongest among them—these guest elders and honored attendees—were only at the ninth level of the Chaos Realm.

As for those at the tenth level?

Fan Tianchong wouldn’t casually summon such figures for a mere banquet like this.

—

Finally, the banquet concluded.

Guests began to depart one by one, with Fan Tianchong and Fan Feiqi personally escorting Dongbo Xueying.

“Lord Xueying, should you ever encounter trouble—whether in the Nanyun Kingdom or elsewhere—do not hesitate to seek me out. There are few matters the Fan Clan cannot resolve,” Fan Tianchong said with a smile.

“Brother Tianchong,” Dongbo Xueying replied immediately, “since you mention it, there *is* a small favor I’d like to ask.”

Fan Feiqi blinked in surprise beside them.

Fan Tianchong, too, was taken aback.

He had just offered his assistance, and here was Xueying shamelessly making a request right away. Truly, this young man had *thick skin*. After all, even asking the Fan Clan for help usually came at a price.

“Go on,” Fan Tianchong maintained his smile, though inwardly he was slightly irked—perhaps this Xueying was simply too young to understand propriety.

“To my shame,” Dongbo Xueying said, “I once visited a Fan Clan shop in the Nanyun capital and saw a spearhead there—rumored to be a remnant of the Redcloud Sovereign’s weapon. It seemed to be a void-type treasure, and I was deeply curious. At the time, I wished to examine it closely, but the shopkeeper refused. So, I must swallow my pride and ask for your help in granting me a closer look at that spearhead.”

“That’s all?” Fan Tianchong couldn’t help but laugh.

He had expected some outrageous demand.

Merely wanting to inspect a treasure for sale? That spearhead was indeed powerful, but it was only a fragment, hardly valuable—the clan’s base price was a mere three hundred million universe crystals.

“Hah! Such a trivial matter hardly requires my involvement,” Fan Tianchong said, now finding Xueying almost endearing in his earnestness. “You are now a friend of Fan Tianchong. Any Fan Clan shop will treat you as an honored guest. Even treasures ten times more valuable than the Cloudsky Hammer—our shop’s centerpiece—would be freely shown to you upon request. Just go. The shopkeeper won’t dare refuse you.”

Dongbo Xueying inwardly sighed in relief.

The Cloudsky Hammer held no interest for him. That spearhead was what he truly desired. He couldn’t afford it, nor would he foolishly ask for it as a gift—Fan Tianchong might value him, but a treasure worth billions of universe crystals? Only by selling himself to the Fan Clan would they possibly grant such a request.

For now, simply studying the spearhead would suffice.

“Thank you, Brother Tianchong. I’ll head there now,” Dongbo Xueying said, barely containing his eagerness.

“You… you… hahaha! Go on, then.” Fan Tianchong chuckled, thoroughly amused by this earnest young lord.