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Previously, he had taught her swordsmanship using that dangerous method, and she admitted that it was indeed very effective. But now, the way he was teaching her swordsmanship was also extreme.

It wasn't a demonstration of the movements, but a live-fire exercise.

Each Sword Moves was fierce and aimed straight for vital points, raining down with a series of crackling sounds, making Ye Zhenzhen want to run away with her head in her hands. [Is my Third Senior Brother planning to assassinate me?]

But with a wicked grin on his face, he became even more ruthless.

The Little Glutinous Rice Ball was flustered, as if its full potential had been unleashed, hastily dodging his sharp sword time and time again, trying to survive in the cracks. It used to walk a little unsteadily, but now it can not only walk, but even run very nimbly.

I'm so miserable... She looked utterly hopeless.

Three days later, it was finally her First Senior Brother's turn to teach her swordsmanship.

Ye Qinghui also believed that the day's plan starts in the morning, as the morning is the best time to communicate with the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi. However, he couldn't bear to let his Junior Sister get up early, so he would usually let her sleep in until Chenshi (7-9 AM), and then gently pick her up from the bed and lead her to the Plum Grove to practice swordsmanship.

Most of the peach blossoms on Cloudsky Mountain have gradually bloomed, with only a few late-blooming plum blossoms still in full bloom. But Ye Qinghui prefers plum blossoms, so he took her to the Plum Grove. The plum blossoms are not as bright as the peach blossoms, nor is their fragrance as strong as that of the osmanthus; they are always light and faint, giving people a sense of peace and tranquility.

Looking at the Little Glutinous Rice Ball under the plum blossom tree, pouting because she didn't want to practice swordsmanship, Ye Qinghui smiled indulgently and took out a Spirit Sword to give to her.

Another sword?

Ye Zhenzhen thought to herself, "[I already have two]", and slowly reached for the Spirit Sword. She found that it was more delicate and smaller than the previous two swords. It was also engraved with exquisite plum blossom patterns. When she brought it closer to smell it, she could smell a light and faint plum blossom fragrance, just like the scent on her First Senior Brother.

Fine sword!

Without much thought, Ye Zhenzhen gave the Spirit Sword a simple and easy-to-remember name: Little Third).

"Little Third?" Ye Qinghui repeated the name several times, then looked at the noble and elegant plum blossom Spirit Sword, feeling that the sword and the name didn't quite match. "Junior Sister, are you sure you want to call it that?"

[Since the Heaven-Opening Sword is the eldest, and the Second-in-Command is already there, isn't this sword just the Little Third?] Ye Zhenzhen was very fixated on this name.

Sword practice is no joke; it requires daily accumulation and relentless hard work to make even a small improvement. Ye Qinghui was originally serious and prepared to be a strict teacher to rigorously instruct his Junior Sister, saw her muttering to herself:

[I'm sorry, Heaven- Heaven-Opening Sword; I'm sorry, Second-in-Command. They say a sword cultivator's sword is their dao companion. Now that I have three swords, it's equivalent to having three dao companion.]

[Don't worry, Little Third, even though you arrived the latest, I will treat you all equally and won't favor one over the other.] The Little Glutinous Rice Ball solemnly made a solemn promise to the Spirit Sword.

Ye Qinghui:?

What do you mean by "equal distribution of rain and dew"? What do you mean by "favoring one over another"? What's going on in my Junior Sister's head all day?

He barely managed to suppress his laughter. "Alright, let's hurry up and practice our swordsmanship."

As the saying goes, in the world of Swordsmanship, speed is the only way to break through. Since her First Senior Brother's fast swordsmanship is so famous in the Cultivation World, Ye Zhenzhen decisively asked him for advice on how to use fast swordsmanship. Her Third Senior Brother's Sword Moves are so fierce. If she could learn even just the basics of her First Senior Brother's fast swordsmanship, she would be able to deal with some of them.

"To make your Swordsmanship fast, besides being quick in your movements, it's even more important to observe your opponent's previous sword patterns and predict their next move. Once you can guess your opponent's next move and plan your countermeasure in advance, their sword will not be as fast as yours," Ye Qinghui analyzed.

There are countless Swordsmanship in the world, but they all share the same fundamental principles. He guided Ye Zhenzhen step by step through the breakdown of different Swordsmanship, and also taught her some footwork skills of the Flowing Light Illusion, helping her to execute Sword Moves more quickly and dodge attacks swiftly.

Under the careful guidance of her First Senior Brother and the relentless pursuit of her Third Senior Brother, Ye Zhenzhen absorbed the strengths of both and made rapid progress.

Before long, when exchanging blows with Ye Qingchuan, she was able to predict his next move and attack direction, and deal with his rain-like attacks with ease.

[Practicing swordsmanship is too easy. Even someone with Innate Sword Bone might not be this good.] The Little Glutinous Rice Ball stretched and looked smug. I, Ye Zhenzhen, am truly a genius.

But his triumph lasted only a minute before Ye Qingchuan suddenly changed his moves, his sword strikes becoming faster and more chaotic. Although his Swordsmanship was not as swift as Ye Qinghui's, it was still unpredictable, with flashing sword shadows that were difficult to catch.

Overwhelmed and unable to keep up, Ye Zhenzhen tripped and fell to the ground. Her face hit the ground with a thud, and a bruise appeared on her forehead.

"Waaah... waaah..." The Little Glutinous Rice Ball cried loudly in pain.

The young boy finally stopped wielding his sword, pulled her into his arms, and while applying medicine to her, he mocked her relentlessly, "You haven't even learned the basics, yet you dare to arrogantly proclaim yourself Innate Sword Bone. Junior Sister, you call yourself a genius? I think you're more like a fool."

[Third Senior Brother, couldn't you be a little gentler? He's just a helpless little kid...] Little Glutinous Rice Ball couldn't help but complain.

"No." Ye Qinghui's face revealed a calm and wicked expression. "The people who taught me before were much more ruthless than this."

[Can't you learn from your First Senior Brother and be a little more gentle and patient? He's not as rough as you; he always guides you step by step.] She couldn't help but belittle him.

Ye Qingchuan usually respected his First Senior Brother, but hearing the First Senior Brother from the Little Glutinous Rice Ball's mouth sounded extremely grating. He felt a surge of anger rise within him, and his movements as he applied the medicine became much more irritable.

"Ouch!" A sharp pain shot through Ye Zhenzhen, her face contorting in agony. "It hurts so much!"

"Pedestrian guidance? Step-by-step instruction?" Anger surfaced on the young boy's face, a dark cloud looming over her, casting a gloomy and terrifying shadow. "Don't mention First Senior Brother in front of me. He has his teaching methods, and I have my principles. A sharp sword is forged through tempering. Since danger is everywhere, only by constantly refining ourselves, by facing death to survive, can we truly live!"