Sword Intent, A Friendship Across Generations?

[That made you recall your student days in your past life, when everyone seemed to do group exercises just like this.]

[You could sense that the relationships among the disciples within the Taiyi Sword Sect were much more harmonious, which probably owed a lot to this morning exercise time that allowed them to interact with one another. You thought the lineage could similarly concentrate its disciples to interact with each other. You felt that although the lineage disciples currently lacked no resources, their enthusiasm for cultivation could only be motivated by various monthly tests; doing this had good short-term effects, but as time passed, enthusiasm would eventually be burned away. Only by making them truly willing to work hard could they genuinely and willingly improve.]

[You were watching these disciples practice their swordplay in a daze, not expecting to accidentally bump into a disciple, and a female disciple at that. You immediately reached out to help her up.]

[Upon closer inspection, you found that she was merely fifteen years old, wearing a grey cloth disciple robe washed to a pale shade with the cuffs frayed thin. At her waist hung a rust-covered entry-level iron sword, and the sword tassel was even woven from picked-up blue cloth strips. In terms of cultivation, she was only at the Qi Refining Fourth Layer, which was considered absolute rock bottom among all the disciples.]

[*Yet as luck would have it, she was striking to look at. An oval face tender enough to squeeze water out, and the most eye-catching feature was her apricot-shaped eyes—large and round, with the outer corners slightly upturned and eyelashes as dense as two small folding fans. Yet these eyes, which ought to have been lively, were always timidly lowered. When she looked at you, she only dared to steal