Peach Blossom Valley, beside the deep pool.
Wang Chen stared in rapt fascination at the Flying Sword darting through the sky like a roaming dragon!
Changchun took his Fire Crow Sword and demonstrated the nine foundational forms of the Sword Control Technique. The same moves, when wielded by this Purple Mansion cultivator, possessed an indescribable nimbleness and swiftness.
Comparing them to his own swordsmanship, Wang Chen immediately felt the enormous gap between them.
In his cultivation of swordsmanship, he was like a skilled craftsman, capable of carving competent, even excellent works.
But Changchun was a master—every stroke of axe and chisel contained the resonance of the Dao!
This Purple Mansion cultivator allowed Wang Chen's vision to break free from its entrenched confines, giving him a glimpse of a higher realm of the Sword Dao.
He focused with utter concentration, afraid of missing even the slightest detail. His Soul and Consciousness soared and danced alongside the Fire Crow Sword; beyond the sword, nothing else existed, and he entered a state where self and object were both forgotten.
A faint realization stirred within him!
Buzz~
The Fire Crow Sword suddenly flew back and hovered before Wang Chen.
It jolted him awake!
The Flying Sword trembled faintly, emitting a low hum. Its spiritual nature was far stronger than before.
Wang Chen held the sword in his hand, deeply moved.
He had no idea what method Changchun had used, but he had actually repaired the Fire Crow Sword's damage and even enhanced its spiritual nature.
That alone was worth a thousand Spirit Stones!
Wang Chen dearly wanted to ask the master before him whether, if he added another four thousand Spirit Stones, he could become a true disciple.
He could still scrape together four thousand Spirit Stones.
It was far too worthwhile!
Changchun asked,