Raising a sword and repeatedly thrusting at the same point was an absolutely essential exercise for beginners: eyesight, steadiness, accuracy, and familiarity with wielding the sword as naturally as an arm. Later, the stationary target would have to be replaced with a moving one.
When Chu Ge had learned table tennis as a child, even that had required him to repeat the same swing hundreds of times, so he understood this very well. Or perhaps it was precisely because he agreed with this method of practice that he had reflected it in his writing.
In the end, he had only screwed himself over. He had traveled into his book, but instead of getting lovey-dovey with his beautiful master, he was stuck stabbing a tree. Boohoo...
In fact, given his current state, stabbing a tree wasn't all that effective.
This was supposed to be an exercise in building muscle memory, but he was a soul body now, so that wasn't an issue. He didn't tire physically, either, only mentally. As for accurate thrusts, that was hardly a problem for a cultivator capable of traveling with his divine soul. It would have been difficult to miss even if he wanted to.
Still, it did have some value in familiarizing him with the sword and mastering it. Through this process, he grew increasingly familiar with its characteristics: every fraction of its weight, its thickness, even its wind resistance... With prolonged repetition, it would become like using his own arm.
Only by first knowing the sword could one control it. Otherwise, a Flying Sword was nothing more than a thrown hidden weapon.
He had written this himself... He would have to keep practicing even on his knees.
This was the path every swordsman in this world had to take as a beginner. Over countless