"Miss Yue Chu, Hero Changqing, you should really take some time to train him!"
"I agree with Miss Xuejian!"
Xu Changqing withdrew his spiritual energy and looked at Jing Tian. "Besides swordsmanship, the most important thing is the cultivation method!
"This Demon Sword is indeed powerful and can allow its wielder to unleash unimaginable strength, but without a corresponding cultivation method, the wielder will collapse and die from exhaustion."
"No way!"
At those words, Jing Tian jolted upright and grabbed Xu Changqing's arms, shaking them frantically. "White Tofu, then hurry up and teach me the cultivation method!"
"We'd like to teach you, but are you willing to learn?" Yue Chu asked with a smile.
"I don't want to die young!" Jing Tian said weakly.
"Wait in the small grove behind the inn at dawn!"
The next morning.
At the first light of dawn, Jing Tian dragged Yue Chu and Xu Changqing to the small grove behind the inn.
The two sat facing each other on the ground, their eyes closed.
"The sword is but common iron, yet becomes spiritual through the hand that wields it! It moves with the heart, lives through blood, and dies through thoughtlessness!
"The art of sword control lies in regulating one's breath, embracing the origin and guarding the one, becoming one with the Sword Spirit!
"Cycle upon cycle, unceasingly reborn!"
"Huff!"
Yue Chu slowly exhaled a breath of stale air and said calmly, "Jing Tian, this is Shushan's secret cultivation method. You must not teach it to anyone else!"
Yet the moment Yue Chu slowly opened her eyes, her expression froze.
Jing Tian's head hung low. The Demon Sword was planted upright in the ground beside him, while drool bobbed rhythmically from the corner of his mouth with every breath he took.
"Jing Tian!!!"