Xuan Mo cleared his throat and continued, "Senior Brother, simply put, forget all the sword techniques you've learned, feel the sword in your hand, feel the strength in your body, and then..."
Wang Wu impatiently interrupted him. "And then my ass! What nonsense are you spouting here? What does some Qi Refining Stage brat know about swordsmanship? Go cool off somewhere!"
Xuan Mo shrank his neck aggrievedly and dared not speak again. Wang Lu sighed and said to Wang Wu, "I think Junior Brother Xuan Mo has a point. It seems I've always focused too much on techniques and instead neglected the sword itself..."
Before he could finish, Wang Wu kicked him. "A point my ass! You idiot! Sword techniques are dead, but people are alive. Only by practicing sword techniques to perfection can you use them as you please! What the hell do you know?"
Wang Lu went rolling across the ground from the kick. He got up, rubbed his butt, and wore a deeply aggrieved expression. That old hag really hits hard!
Wang Wu glared at him and scolded, "What's with that look? Not convinced? If you're not convinced, then practice properly! Stop thinking about taking shortcuts all day! If you want to become a true Sword Immortal, you have to work hard and endure hardship!"
Wang Lu curled his lips and muttered inwardly, "Work hard and endure hardship? I think you just want to work me to death!"
Wang Wu seemed to have seen through his thoughts and snorted. "Enough nonsense! Get to practicing! If you can't satisfy me today, I'll beat your butt black and blue!"
Wang Lu had no choice but to pick up the Chengying Sword again and practice against the bronze training dummy. He swung the sword over and over, yet could never