Teaching Sword Moves

Behind the Martial Soul Hall.

Qian Daoliu stood with his sword sheathed, his golden hair fluttering as he stood apart from the world. Beside him, Murong Huai's eyes were filled with shock. Closing his eyes, that sacred and powerful sword technique seemed to resurface in his mind, leaving him with an endless aftertaste and a heart full of yearning.

"Huai'er, this is the entirety of the Nine-Fold Holy Judgment Sword Technique. How do you feel?"

Murong Huai opened his eyes and sighed:

"Sacred, magnificent, powerful... yet concealing murderous intent, protection, and resolution. With a single strike, it writes a world of clarity and a bright, vast universe."

Hearing Murong Huai's assessment, Qian Daoliu nodded in satisfaction as the long sword in his hand dissolved into golden light particles and vanished.

"Very well. Before practicing this sword technique, you must first forge a solid foundation. The foundation is the root of everything. If the foundation is not firm, even a hundred-meter evergreen tree will be strong on the outside but brittle on the inside, eventually collapsing with a crash."

As he spoke, Qian Daoliu pointed at a small peach tree, which transformed into two exquisite wooden swords. They were identical in size to Murong Huai's martial soul—both double-handed swords. One flew to Murong Huai.

"Come, Huai'er, let Teacher teach you the basic sword techniques first." Qian Daoliu picked up the other wooden sword and said.

Murong Huai nodded, gripped the sword with both hands, and stood to the side behind Qian Daoliu. The latter assumed a standard sword-holding stance.

"There are thirteen basic movements in sword technique: draw, lead, lift, block, strike, pierce, point, collapse, stir, press, hack, intercept, and wash."

Qian Daoliu began to demonstrate the thirteen basic sword moves. His movements were not fast, and Murong Huai followed behind him, mimicking the actions and learning the basics.

"All sword techniques in the world are composed of these thirteen moves. Every single strike is the root of swordsmanship."

While speaking, Qian Daoliu led Murong Huai through the basic moves. Murong Huai had no experience with swordsmanship in his past life, so his movements were clumsy and stiff.

Seeing this, Qian Daoliu said nothing, but patiently continued to lead Murong Huai through the practice again and again.

Murong Huai did not know if it was because his family's genes were strong, or if he was simply a kendo genius delayed by his previous career.

Although he was clumsy at first, he quickly became proficient, and each move began to show a hint of spirit.

Seeing this, Qian Daoliu nodded with satisfaction and gradually increased the speed of his sword swings. Murong Huai was able to keep up, and the sword in his hand became much smoother.

In this way, Qian Daoliu led Murong Huai through the basic moves ten times in a row before stopping. Murong Huai learned very quickly, causing Qian Daoliu to nod repeatedly.

"Hmm, Huai'er, you are indeed a good seedling for swordsmanship. Although these basic moves are not difficult, it is rare that you were able to master them in less than half an hour of practice."

"It is all thanks to Teacher's good teaching." Murong Huai gave Qian Daoliu a small compliment.

"Hahaha, good. Huai'er, from now on, you must practice these basic moves for at least one hour every day.

Furthermore, your physique cannot be neglected. Tomorrow, I will send two people to assist you in physical training so that you can saturate your current soul power as soon as possible and then obtain your second soul ring.

After all, you have just begun your cultivation; suppressing your realm for too long will only hold you back, which would be counterproductive."

"I understand, Teacher."

Murong Huai nodded, then suddenly thought of something and said:

"Um, Teacher, could you help your disciple collect something?"

"What is it?" Qian Daoliu looked at Murong Huai with interest.

"Uh... it's that... Whale Rubber." Murong Huai said, feeling a bit embarrassed.

Hearing that Murong Huai wanted Whale Rubber, Qian Daoliu was stunned for a moment before he reacted, looking at Murong Huai with a strange expression. The latter felt uncomfortable under his gaze; he naturally knew that Qian Daoliu had misunderstood, so he quickly explained:

"Ah, ah, Teacher, you must not misunderstand. I want the Whale Rubber to improve my physique."

"Oh? Whale Rubber can improve one's physique?" Qian Daoliu was somewhat skeptical, as Whale Rubber had always been used for that purpose before.

"Yes, I learned it by chance from a blind man. The Whale Rubber produced in the deep sea has special effects. Besides that, it can also temper a soul master's physique. The older the Whale Rubber, the better the effect.

If a first-ring soul master consumes ten-thousand-year Whale Rubber, it is entirely possible for their second soul ring to be of the thousand-year level." Murong Huai explained the effects of Whale Rubber to Qian Daoliu. After finishing, he added:

"Besides, I'm only six years old, okay? What else could I possibly want that stuff for?"

What could he expect a six-year-old to do?

"What, a second ring at the thousand-year level? Does Whale Rubber have such a function?" Qian Daoliu was somewhat surprised, secretly wondering if Whale Rubber really had such benefits.

"No, Teacher, didn't you notice your physique improve significantly after using Whale Rubber when you were young?"

Seeing that Qian Daoliu was still somewhat skeptical, Murong Huai asked again.

Hearing this, Qian Daoliu thought about it. He hadn't paid much attention, as he had always used Whale Rubber for...

Pah, pah, pah... He, Qian Daoliu, was an upright gentleman. With his strength, he didn't need that kind of thing at all!!!

However, it did seem that his physique had improved a bit. After all, he... pah, his friends had all consumed hundred-year or thousand-year Whale Rubber, never anything older.

And if consuming Whale Rubber didn't improve one's physique, it was uncertain whether Qian Xunji could have been born at all. Thinking of this, Qian Daoliu coughed twice, pretending to be serious as he said:

"Ahem, I have heard others mention it; it does indeed have some effect."

"Oh? You've heard of it? From whom?" Murong Huai asked, curious.

Hearing this, Qian Daoliu's mind raced, then he glanced at Murong Huai and said:

"Ahem, Teacher heard it from the Third Offering... uh, that, that Whale Rubber, Teacher will send someone to collect it.

By the way, I just remembered there are some matters at the Pope Palace that haven't been dealt with. Teacher will go attend to them now..."

After speaking, Qian Daoliu turned into a stream of light and left, leaving Murong Huai standing there in a daze. The latter touched his chin and pondered:

"The Third Offering?... Isn't that Grandpa? I didn't expect Grandpa to have used it when he was young."

Murong Huai couldn't help but laugh at the thought, then suddenly froze, Does that mean Old Man is also...

Far away in the Murong Mansion, Murong Fuhai suddenly sneezed while tucked under his covers.

"Achoo! What's going on? Has the weather turned cold?" Murong Fuhai pulled the quilt tighter, embracing the delicate body in his arms.

"Must have been too vigorous last night. I'll soak some extra goji berries tonight..."

On the Martial Soul Back Mountain, just as Murong Huai was lost in his wild fantasies, a cold breeze blew past. Murong Huai shivered, looked around, and finally snapped back to reality. He hurriedly turned toward the direction of the Pope Palace and shouted at the top of his lungs:

"Teacher, you forgot me! I'm still here, and I don't know the way back—hey!"

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