"Clang!"
Almost the instant Recluse Sansan spoke, the spirit sword Rusty Lion suddenly let out a sword cry like a lion king's roar.
At the same time, Xu Taiping felt an exceedingly gentle force guiding the circulation of true essence within his body, as well as the fusion of his sword intent, sword qi, and sword momentum.
Not only that, but just as when he had learned the Stored Swords Stance, sheets of calligraphy began merging into his sea of consciousness.
Although the contents of these calligraphic texts were the same as when he practiced the Hidden Sword Art, the brushstrokes of every character were entirely different.
Under this force's guidance, things he had previously only half understood, or that had puzzled him for a long time, began to come apart like bamboo beneath a blade.
At that moment, Xu Taiping suddenly understood.
Recluse Sansan was using the pretext of borrowing his sword to teach him the second sword-Sword Drawing.
Both were sword drawing.
But compared with the strike Recluse Sansan was teaching him now, the strike he had unleashed on instinct when making his sword cry on Immortal Gourd Peak was like the difference between the handwriting of a master calligrapher and a child who had just learned to write.
As he grasped the essence of Recluse Sansan's strike, he also understood why Recluse Sansan had only been willing to teach him Sword Drawing after he had mastered Stored Swords.
It was because the Sword Drawing Stance was an improvement built upon the Stored Swords Stance. Without mastering Stored Swords, he could not learn Sword Drawing at all.
Boom!
Just as Xu Taiping immersed his mind in carefully comprehending the essentials of Recluse Sansan's Sword Drawing, the mountain beneath him suddenly shook violently.
Looking up, he saw that Wuyazi's