"How are you?" Xu Shang looked at him worriedly. The boy was frighteningly pale.
"I'm fine." Pei Ye barely managed to lift the corners of his mouth. "If anyone really learned swordsmanship this way, it would definitely take years off their life."
"..."
"The fissure torn open by the Edict Diagram has grown again," came the Chi Shadow's voice from his abdomen. "Pei Ye, this matter involves too much of the mind. You're in no state to keep experiencing everything yourself."
"With debts piled this high, I haven't time to worry. Progress is right in front of us," Pei Ye said weakly. "Don't just keep piling pressure on me. Can't you think of something?"
"I even gave you [Quail Head]. That's the Dragon Lord's mental Immortal Authority-you're the one who isn't up to it."
"..."
"Then we can only go beg that person again. Treat a dead horse as though it were alive."
"Who?"
"Your friend in the white dress."
"..." Pei Ye really did fail to hold back a laugh amid the pain of his wound, a little annoyed. "Stop bothering me."
Little Cat fell silent.
Pei Ye drew his attention back and looked at the Soul-Seizing Pearl in his hand. He had now confirmed his conjecture.
-Perhaps, that night seven years ago, Qu Zhu really had used a pearl like this to "demonstrate" something to someone's mind, but this was absolutely insufficient for anyone to learn a sword art in a quarter of an hour.
"Imprinting" had been a tale from the Arabian Nights all along.
This method did indeed save an enormous amount of effort. It spared someone from having to face a Sword Manual and climb along a Sword Theory through constant study and trial and error. It sketched every detail of what was "correct" directly