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The morning sun rose.
In the middle of the Lu Family Estate's training ground.
A stern young man stood.
He was practicing.
He held a saber in one hand.
It was a straight saber forged from refined steel. Nothing exceptional, but sharp and cheap—he would not feel bad if it broke.
"Five Elements Prison Demon Saber, five properties: Metal's sharpness, wood's bending and straightening, water's flexibility, fire's ferocity, earth's heaviness..."
Lu Xuan drew back his saber,
thinking:
The five elements generate and overcome one another. The saber technique balances hardness and softness.
The image of his master demonstrating the technique remained vivid in his mind. The movements were exactly the same as those Lu Xuan had practiced, yet possessed an indescribable spirit that his lacked.
The form is there, but not the spirit... Lu Xuan pondered.
He slowly opened his eyes, took a few steps forward, and approached a round stone stool.
"Hoo."
Lu Xuan adjusted his breathing again and gripped the saber with both hands.
He struck, cutting diagonally.
The blade passed soundlessly through the hard marble stool.
One corner slid off.
The cut was smooth as a mirror.
Before, that same stroke had only chipped off a chunk of stone, leaving the web of his hand aching from the impact.
"Ha!"
His face flushed, Lu Xuan exhaled a steaming cloud of white breath.
"That's it!"
Lu Xuan was delighted.
"Earth Generates Metal. Use earth's heaviness to harness metal's sharpness. That's why it sliced through the stone like butter."
"Fire overcomes metal. Use fire's ferocity to offset metal's sharpness. That's why the backlash disappeared when I withdrew the saber, and my hand didn't hurt."
"Phew. I almost disgraced my fellow transmigrators."
The corners of Lu Xuan's