Ximen Chuixue's Sword

Chapter 31: Ximen Chuixue's Sword (Seeking Recommendations and Favorites)

The assessment for training in the Northern Spiritual Plains is based on the number and level of spiritual beasts killed.

Mu Yuan estimated that once he mastered the Sword Drawing Art, he would be completely capable of handling things on his own.

"It's no use smiling at me like that; I won't agree."

Mu Yuan said indifferently.

True powerhouses need to undergo the tempering of blood and tears.

The nine hundred and ninety-nine novels only taught Mu Yuan the theory, and that theory needed to be put into practice personally.

Just like Mu Chen, after his experience on the Spiritual Road, a maturity that didn't match his age occasionally surfaced beneath his youthful cheeks.

Although Mu Chen remained tight-lipped about the Spiritual Road, Mu Yuan knew very well.

Mu Chen must have gone through countless life-and-death struggles on that Spiritual Road.

After all, he was only a teenager.

On the Spiritual Road, one had to push their intelligence and state of mind to the extreme. Otherwise, even the slightest carelessness would lead to the cruel fate of elimination, leaving them to wait in the safe zone for the trial to end.

"Hmph!"

Tang Qian'er snorted and glared fiercely at Mu Yuan.

She had rejected many people's invitations, only for this guy to not even want to team up with her.

It was infuriating.

"Don't glare at me. I won't be charmed by your beauty."

"Little Mu, team up with Qian'er for the Northern Spiritual Plains training."

Mu Yuan pouted, thinking to himself:

To cultivate the Sword Drawing Art, I first need to find a long sword.

"Why me?"

Mu Chen asked helplessly.

"Your strength is too weak, and I don't want to be dragged down by you."

Mu Yuan said with utmost seriousness, then left the Spiritual Art room with his hands behind his back, leaving the two stunned.

Mu Chen: "..."

Tang Qian'er: "..."

After a long while, Tang Qian'er finally came to her senses and complained angrily:

"This guy is really asking for a beating!"

"Sister Qian'er, when are you marrying Brother Yuan?"

Mu Chen blurted out inexplicably.

Tang Qian'er didn't refute him; instead, her pretty face inexplicably flushed slightly.

Remembering they were in public, she immediately straightened her face:

"Weren't you just unwilling to team up with me?"

"My strength is only at the middle Spiritual Movement Realm. If I don't get the Spirit Nourishing Pill then, you can't blame me for holding you back."

What Mu Chen said wasn't just politeness. After all, his current strength appeared to be at the middle Spiritual Movement Realm, and there were many more suitable candidates at the Northern Spiritual Academy than him.

"That will be Mu Yuan's problem then."

Tang Qian'er said, lightly twirling the dark red jade slip in her hand with her slender fingers.

"Then I have no choice but to accompany you with all my might."

Mu Chen could only nod.

The jade slip recorded an offensive Spiritual Art called 'Senluo Death Seal'.

This Spiritual Art had a fearsome reputation at the Northern Spiritual Academy, and it was naturally extremely powerful.

However, cultivating this Spiritual Art required a domineering spiritual energy.

The dark, black spiritual energy from his cultivation of the Great Pagoda Scripture was definitely not comparable to ordinary spiritual energy. Its domineering nature should be sufficient for cultivating the Senluo Death Seal.

It's just that the old man managing the Spiritual Art room was extremely pedantic and stubborn. If he didn't like someone, no one could take a Spiritual Art from him.

However, Tang Qian'er had her ways with such old men.

"I wonder what Spiritual Art Brother Yuan chose just now?"

After walking out of the Spiritual Art room, Mu Chen couldn't help but mutter to himself.

Northern Spiritual Academy, training grounds.

Numerous students were sweating profusely, their clear and loud shouts, mixed with vibrant energy, spreading far into the distance.

"9999, 10000..."

Mu Yuan swung the longsword in his hand beneath a large tree, repeatedly performing one action: drawing the sword.

Very few Northern Spiritual Academy students used weapons, so they had to be custom-made.

This longsword was something he had commissioned from a blacksmith yesterday.

Its blade was three feet seven inches long, weighed seven catties and thirteen taels, and was a dark-sheathed longsword with an ancient, elegant form.

It was made entirely to the specifications of the longsword Ximen Chuixue wore.

It was, in a way, a small martial arts dream of Mu Yuan's.

Ximen Chuixue always stood tall and straight, his white robes like snow.

A smile from the Sword God could move immortals, Buddhas, ghosts, and gods!

"Hoo hoo."

The speed of his sword drawing was incredibly fast, almost impossible to track.

He had been diligently practicing this Sword Drawing Art for several days.

Unlike other sword techniques with numerous moves, the Sword Drawing Art only had one: drawing the sword.

However, this sword drawing was different from ordinary methods. The Sword Drawing Art's drawing technique was very particular, involving the "carp's mouth" cut, the downward slash, the blood shake... and sheathing the sword.

"Unfortunately, my Sword Drawing Art has still not reached the perfected stage of drawing a sword one hundred times per breath."

Mu Yuan stopped, looking at the dark-sheathed longsword in his hand, and frowned slightly.

To reach the perfected stage of the Sword Drawing Art, one needed to achieve unity of body, mind, and sword, which would then lead to a qualitative leap, allowing one to draw a sword one hundred times per breath and unleash the inconceivable power of the Blade Draw Slash.

Just then, a slender and long jade hand suddenly reached out from behind him and tapped his shoulder.

The moment the jade hand landed on Mu Yuan's shoulder, his dark eyes instantly turned cold. He gripped the sword hilt with one hand and stabilized the scabbard with the other.

"Clang!"

A cold glint flashed, and the longsword was already drawn.

"Ouch."

A startled cry came out. Mu Yuan finally came to his senses and turned his head to look at the slender, petite waist behind him. His gaze then slowly moved upwards. The girl was wearing an apricot-yellow dress, her chest was perky, and her figure was tall and slender, quite alluring.

Then, the coldness in his eyes quickly dissipated, replaced by a hint of awkwardness.

"What are you doing?"

Tang Qian'er complained.

If she hadn't dodged in time, that sword would have nearly hit her just now.

"Sorry, I've been cultivating recently. This sword drawing has become ingrained in my instincts, I'm used to it."

Mu Yuan gave a wry smile.

An ordinary dark-sheathed longsword possessed a soul in Mu Yuan's hands.

"Then what sword technique are you practicing? I didn't see anything like it in the Spiritual Art Room."

Tang Qian'er pouted her small lips.

She had seen Mu Yuan repeatedly practicing the sword-drawing motion these past few days and was quite curious.

There were quite a few spiritual arts related to sword techniques in the Spiritual Art Room, such as the Green Lotus Sword Song and the Four Seasons Sword Art, among others.

"A kind of Sword Drawing Art."

Mu Yuan smiled faintly.

"Sword Drawing Art."

Tang Qian'er exclaimed softly.

After all, she was the little princess of the Tang Domain and was quite knowledgeable.

The Great Thousand World had a super giant, the Sword Domain, which was comparable to the Endless Fire Domain and the Martial Realm.

It was the holy land for swordsmen in the Great Thousand World, gathering almost all the sword powerhouses from across the Great Thousand World.

"I heard this sword technique is extremely difficult to cultivate."

"Because by the time your sword is drawn, others' swords are already out. It's hard for your speed to surpass theirs."

"And if your speed isn't fast enough, your fate is already sealed. It can be said that this sword technique is very powerful when mastered, but the requirements are too high. You must achieve extreme speed, faster than any opponent, to achieve a one-hit kill."

"I know."

Mu Yuan understood that Tang Qian'er was kindly reminding him.

If his sword drawing wasn't fast enough, the Sword Drawing Art would not only fail to draw blood but would backfire, putting him in a dangerous situation.

"Then have you succeeded in cultivating it?"

Tang Qian'er asked, her willow-like brows furrowed.

"I've achieved minor success."

Mu Yuan smiled and drew his sword again.

With a 'click,' the long sword was sheathed.

Tang Qian'er's rosy lips parted slightly, her cheeks filled with astonishment!

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