Hearing all the senior brothers and sisters cheering her on—even the words "Fox Immortal Imparts the Sword"—the little girl Zishou went from looking sorrowful and defeated to seeming as if she had been injected with stimulants. Both her eyes lit up.
I couldn't help drawing in a cold breath. This might look like ordinary encouragement, but it was tantamount to awakening Immortal Venerable Zishou's determination to fight again. And when I heard the words "reaching the peak the moment she debuted," I knew her next move would definitely be related to that. It was probably a sword technique she had mastered the moment she first entered the world. Moves used so skillfully that there was no room left for improvement were often the most troublesome, because they definitely wouldn't be affected by an opponent's sword realm!
To win this battle, Immortal Venerable Zishou seemed to have decided to use that move. Yet she still instinctively looked toward Immortal Venerable Shangqing, because only her master could decide her future.
That old fox Shangqing naturally refused to lose this sword duel. What was more, he had already realized that his disciple would lose—how could he possibly not encourage her? The old fox quickly said, "Use that move, then. Victory or defeat doesn't matter. Treat it as seeking instruction in the sword dao from Immortal Venerable Chuangshi. For you, even defeat counts as an opportunity, or perhaps a breakthrough point after having made no progress for so many years. Bottlenecks are easy to come by, but breakthroughs are hard to find. Your master can only urge you to do your best."
"Yes, Master!" Immortal Venerable Zishou nodded excitedly. In that instant, her fighting spirit went from having drained away like a breached dike to surging and bursting forth. It was truly an eye-opener.