Now that I knew the ins and outs of the matter, I no longer planned to ask the child about her past. What mattered most to her now was how to cultivate and how to gain the ability to win back her dignity and good fortune.
"All right. From this moment on, I will pass on the supreme sword arts to you. Use your thoughts to communicate with me, and I will force every move and variation of the sword arts into your mind, so that you can learn every sword technique down to your bones. That way, your body's reactions will be able to keep up with your thoughts, and the sword arts will arise the instant a thought is formed, thought after thought." I spoke earnestly.
"Yes, Dao Venerable! Xing'er understands!" Ding Ruoxing hurriedly nodded, then immediately sat down cross-legged on the ground. The woods around us were silent, the sky had already begun to darken, and night had fallen.
This child was different from my disciples. My direct disciples ultimately needed me to pass on the sword arts while they comprehended them, but this child carried the fortune I had possessed after proving the Dao. That fortune had harmonized with her body for more than a decade, becoming second nature to her. Thus, once my thoughts fused with that fortune, one thought would arise and the next would be born. The moment I used the sword arts, it would be equivalent to her using them as well. This was absolutely the best constitution for passing on my sword arts—an existence found only once in ten thousand disciples!
That was why her mother had said she was a child under my protection. Now, it had truly come true through a twist of fate.
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