Snow Eagle's Lord

"I, Xuanyuan Han of the Xia Clan, the 'Frost Knight,' leave this spear technique behind."

The golden pages of the book were covered with dense illustrations of a small figure practicing spear techniques.

Suddenly—

"Buzz—"

A mysterious and immense energy filled the study, causing the air itself to tremble.

"Huh?"

Dongbo Xueying's eyes widened in shock.

Right above the golden book, a misty silver-white light emerged, gradually taking the shape of an old beggar-like figure.

This silver light projection was a miniature old man, only about the height of a book, holding a long spear in his hands.

A wave of icy cold air rushed forward, making Dongbo Xueying shiver involuntarily.

"Whoosh!"

The light projection of the old beggar began practicing with his spear—

His movements were fluid; his spear was like a dragon, alternating between thrusting, sweeping, and parrying.

"This looks familiar…"

Xueying's eyes widened.

This was the very same spear technique he had been practicing since he was six years old!

A technique that was widely spread throughout the Longshan Empire, known as—

"Heart Intent Spear Technique".

This technique was the most fundamental and widely used spear style.

It contained no flashy finishing moves—only basic forms, regarded as the root of all spear techniques.

Many spear masters had begun their training with "Heart Intent Spear Technique".

"I've been practicing this for almost three years now… Why does it look so different?"

Xueying watched the light projection's demonstration, feeling shaken to his core.

A simple thrust from the light projection's spear carried a terrifying force—the spear twisted like a serpent, spiraling as it pierced forward, making Xueying's heart pound uncontrollably.

Even the retraction of the spear was executed with a reverse twist, seamlessly withdrawing all force.

He had practiced this very same technique for nearly three years, yet watching the light projection, he realized—

"My father taught me this spear technique perfectly, move by move… But why does it feel so different when I do it?"

Xueying stared intently, comparing his own movements to those of the light projection.

"There's a hidden force within each strike… Every motion contains an energy flow, channeling the full strength of the body into the spear."

He was beginning to understand something deeper.

The light projection continued practicing, endlessly cycling through the Heart Intent Spear Technique.

Half an hour passed, and Xueying had already watched it countless times before finally flipping to the next page of the book.

The new page was filled with densely packed text.

"A spear technique relies on a strong foundation. The first technique I impart is the source of all techniques—"Heart Intent Spear Technique". Only by mastering it to perfection can you hope to even begin learning my spear style."

"Attached below is a special Dou Qi circulation technique."

"My spear style is known for its speed! This Dou Qi circulation method will allow you to strike even faster."

The remaining dense text detailed the specific techniques for circulating Dou Qi.

This casually described technique was actually an invaluable treasure!

Among two knights of equal skill, one might strike two or three times, while the other—using a special Dou Qi technique—could strike four or five times.

Such a difference in speed could determine victory within moments!

Dongbo Xueying began sprinting, all the while hurling short spears as he moved.

Executing a back-and-forth sprint, he continued to throw while on the run.

Hitting a stationary target while moving…

"Throw them!" Xueying commanded.

"Yes, young master!"

The servants standing nearby obeyed, grabbing small targets and tossing them into the air.

Xueying, now nearly eighty meters away, launched short spears while running, attempting to hit the moving targets.

Sometimes he hit them, sometimes he missed by a small margin.

Clearly, his ability to hit moving targets while in motion still needed improvement.

According to his father—

"Short spears are only a supplementary weapon. If you can hit moving targets with perfect accuracy while running, then you only need to practice 200 throws a day to maintain your form."

After one thousand spear throws, Xueying's arms ached and his body was drenched in sweat—but he was long accustomed to the strain.

Once he finished his spear training, he transitioned into a martial arts routine.

This set of techniques was designed to strengthen the entire body—muscles, bones, and tendons.

It was also a mid-tier Dou Qi cultivation technique known as "Flame Three-Step Method".

His father had spent a great deal of money to acquire this technique.

In contrast, the Dou Qi method his father had learned in the military was only low-tier.

And as always—

Training Dou Qi was most effective when the body was completely exhausted!

The fist technique alternated between hard and soft movements, synchronized with his breathing.

As Xueying practiced, a mysterious energy seeped into his body, spreading a tingling sensation throughout his muscles.

His stamina quickly recovered.

After repeating "Flame Three-Step Method" twice, his arms had returned to normal.

"Good. Time to practice my spear technique."

Xueying picked up a long spear from the side.

Due to his height, the spear was only 1.8 meters long and weighed about ten pounds.

"Hah!"

He began practicing "Heart Intent Spear Technique".

Having trained in this technique for nearly three years, he was already very familiar with it—

But today, something felt completely different.

"Yes! This way of generating power feels much smoother."

Recalling the Extraordinary Knight's demonstration from the night before, Xueying instinctively mimicked the technique's feeling.

The results were immediate.

"Thrust!"

He held the spear's shaft loosely with his left hand while gripping the spear's tail tightly with his right—

Then, he suddenly exerted force.

His right wrist twisted!

The spear spun like a serpent, generating its own rotational force as it lunged forward!

If an opponent were in front of him, they would see the spear aimed at their face—

Yet, as it spun toward them, the tip would unexpectedly pierce their throat instead!

This twisting motion served two key purposes:

Deception – It misled the enemy about the spear's actual trajectory.Penetration – The rotation increased piercing power, making it far more lethal.

This was one of the crucial principles of the technique!

"Pfft!"

The spear tip struck the alchemic training dummy fixed in the ground.

The dummy's core was made of metal, with a surface layer of alchemic material, making it extremely durable and capable of self-repair.

For anyone below the Star Realm, it was nearly impossible to damage.

There were only five such dummies in the entire training ground—each one worth five hundred gold coins!

In his mother's magic laboratory, there was an even more valuable alchemic dummy, which she used for experiments.

"Thrust! Thrust! Thrust!"

Xueying kept striking, one thrust after another.

Mid-level thrustLow thrustHigh thrustThrust to the leftThrust to the right

The simple act of thrusting was the foundation of spear techniques.

Each time Xueying thrust his spear, he recalled the movements of the Extraordinary Knight's demonstration.

After one thousand full-force thrusts, his right arm burned with pain, and his entire body was drenched in sweat.

In the past, he would usually only practice five hundred thrusts per session—

But now, he was pushing himself to the limit.

"Pfft!"

On his final thrust, the recoil force numbed his hands.

Clang!

The spear slipped from his grip, falling to the ground.

Xueying collapsed to his knees, gasping for breath.

His body was soaked in sweat, and his arms trembled with exhaustion.

Even with all his determination, the moment fatigue consumed him, his instincts screamed at him to give up.

Xueying lifted his head, looking toward the side.

In the past, his father would always stand there, shouting at him.

"Coward!"

"You're tired already? You've only done three hundred thrusts!"

"With your body, five hundred should be normal! One thousand should be when you start feeling exhausted! And fifteen hundred should be your limit!"

"Even if you reach your limit… even if you injure yourself… you have the medicinal bath at night!"

"That bath can heal cuts, mend fractures—by the next day, you'll be back to full strength!"

"Your conditions are far better than mine ever were! And yet you can't even do five hundred? Get up!"

"Get up! If you don't, you're a coward!"

"Only five hundred? Are you just some pampered noble brat?"

"Get up! My son, Dongbo Xueying, is no coward!"

"Stand up!"

His father's roaring voice still echoed in his ears.

"Get up! Get up!"

Xueying gripped his spear tightly and forced himself to stand up.

"Thrust!"

With all his remaining strength, he drove his spear forward once more.

"Father… I really wish I could hear you scold me again."

"Even if you called me a coward, I'd be happy…"

Xueying's eyes reddened, and he continued thrusting—again and again, relentlessly.

Only when something is lost do you realize how precious it truly was.