After that, Mo Xie began teaching Hua Yuezhu the Evil Emperor Sword Art step by step, though he showed her only the basics of its first few forms.
He was no saint. They might call each other sister and brother, but that did not mean he had to give her everything like some gullible fool.
He helped Hua Yuezhu partly to settle their earlier misunderstanding and her resentment, and partly to earn some goodwill. After all, another connection meant another path forward.
Of course, even learning just the basics of the first few forms of the Evil Emperor Sword Art would benefit her greatly.
When it came down to it, Mo Xie's real goal was to help her grasp sword intent!
Once she grasped sword intent, it would not matter whether she had learned the first few forms of the Evil Emperor Sword Art.
Over the next hour or so, Mo Xie took Hua Yuezhu through the first three forms without a single break.
They might have covered only the basics, but he taught her with exacting strictness. He drilled down into every detail and left out not a single technique.
For Hua Yuezhu, that hour and more was a nightmare. If she had not gritted her teeth and persevered, she might not have endured training so intense.
He pushed her because she could still feel that sense of intent. He wanted her to remember the state of mind while it lasted, laying the groundwork for future training.
At last, the long, grueling session came to an end. The moment Mo Xie said they were done for the day, Hua Yuezhu collapsed onto the ground.
Her red lips parted as she panted, her breath faintly fragrant. Her beautiful eyes were full of exhaustion. She was clearly worn out.
She braced