Female Doctor's Medical Incident at Sword Heart Studio
"Fine swordsmanship."
Xiang Yuan slashed out with his sword, and the branch in his hand turned to dust, scattering on the wind. He closed his eyes to sense it for a moment, silently piecing together a complete sword technique in his mind.
At first glance, it balanced offense and defense, linked move to move with flawless precision, and even carried the wondrous sword principle of responding to ten thousand changes with constancy.
In truth, it could not withstand a single blow and was useless before true masters. In a life-and-death fight, using it would be no different from suicide.
Simply put, it had no use beyond showing off.
"Uh, that seems fine too..."
As long as he could show off, what more could he ask for?
Xiang Yuan closed his eyes and recalled it. Of the entire sword technique, only three moves and two stances were barely presentable. The rest had been cobbled together from here and there, chaotic and disorderly, utterly neither fish nor fowl.
There was plenty of room for improvement!
Just because it would not work now did not mean it would not work later. There were eighty-one sword pillars—if he copied them one by one, he would not only have a bicycle, but an electric one.
At last, he could use that dish of vinegar from the crazy beauty to eat dumplings!
The steady one was lost in thought when the jokester kicked him offline. Turning around, he saw two additional figures outside the small courtyard.
One of them was Sima Qingyan. Her gaze darted away, and she looked somewhat embarrassed.
Xiang Yuan gave her a glance and paid her no further mind. He had seen all of Sima Qingyan—ptui, he had seen her before—and was soon wholly