Lu Xian'er watched me pour myself another drink, her face full of worry and her expression clearly urging me to stop, yet she did not prevent me from continuing to drink. In truth, this could also be considered following through on my word. I indeed had no way to decipher the nine extraordinary techniques at present, and I had never seen sword techniques like these before.
Swordsmanship flourished in a hundred schools throughout the world. Some techniques defeated enemies with a single strike, while others were intricate and ever-changing. But to control only the influence within a square inch and take it to the extreme—that was precisely the Sword Dao of the Square Inch. So I had to drink this wine, and I drank to my heart's content.
"I can't break even one technique either, so I'll drink half for you, Senior Brother..." Lu Xian'er suddenly spoke. I smiled and shook my head. "I'll drink twenty-seven cups, which is just enough to finish this little beast. Then I'll lie down on the ground, and tomorrow will be here before I know it. But if you finish yours, won't you be unable to find your way back tonight?"
"Then I just won't go back." Lu Xian'er cheekily stuck out her tongue. I laughed. "You're not going to sleep properly in the disciples' quarters, but instead sleep on my bluestone slab? Isn't that ridiculous?"
"I just like it here." Lu Xian'er spoke with a grin. She did not let me persuade her and began drinking along with me.
"The nine extraordinary techniques... aren't invincible beneath the heavens either... But to... truly decipher them is impossible. You can only change... your approach to deal with them, finding... yourself a path to attack. But as for... withstanding any one of them head-on, you can