On the Sword Cloud Mountain peak, near the disciple quarters.
Hyaap~
Swoosh~
Yang Kai, who had received the Basic Sword Technique manual from Chen Fang, was working very hard at the moment.
Having had his dantian shattered, some might have thought that he had become lackluster in his training, and Chen Fang had probably thought the same—which was why he had bestowed the basic sword manual upon him.
However, as Yang Kai swung his sword down, there was no wasted movement in his swing. Every bit of energy used while swinging the sword had a purpose.
If one were to look at Yang Kai’s current sword practice, they couldn’t help but wonder if he was a genius.
The same thoughts were buzzing in Su Qingxue’s mind as she watched Yang Kai practice. After her meeting with Chen Fang, she had followed his order and, instead of getting busy with her own work, was actually paying attention to Yang Kai.
Doing all this, she couldn’t help but realize one thing.
In comparison to this brat, she was quite weak—both in strength and mental temperament.
At one point in time, she too had been called a genius in swordsmanship, and she had the actual strength to back it up. But then, after she had turned thirteen and encountered all those bad memories following that strange phenomenon that had happened that night—before those people arrived—
She had completely forgotten about her talent with swords.
No, she had given up completely. She still constantly tried to cultivate and see whether she could rise from the ashes. But about the swords, she hadn’t even thought about them after the Cloud Peak entrance test branded her as trash. This chapter was taken from novelping dot com without permission.
Just as those thoughts were playing in the back of her mind, she suddenly realized something.
Was this the reason Master had told me to keep an eye on Yang Kai’s practice? As if she had suddenly reached an enlightenment, she got up from the bamboo chair.
Even if one had given up, seeing someone in a similar condition who was not willing to give up and was trying his best—that person would at least feel something.
A smile suddenly formed on her beautiful face, and the next moment she approached Yang Kai, who was still swinging his sword as precisely as before.
Sensing a presence behind him, Yang Kai stopped his practice.
“Senior Sister Su, do you need anything? Or did I make a mistake?” he asked.
For more than an hour she had been sitting there on the bamboo chair observing his practice, and only now had she approached him, so all he could think of were those two reasons.
Mistake? Hearing that word, Su Qingxue wanted to laugh, because if those precise swings were mistakes, then she didn’t know if anyone in the sect would be able to call their best sword swing perfection.
“No, you definitely didn’t make any mistakes just now,” Su Qingxue said hurriedly. “Instead, your swings were so precise that for a moment I felt like I was watching an elder practicing his sword.”
Hearing the compliment, a small blush suddenly crept across Yang Kai’s cheeks. “Haha, Senior Sister, you’re over-praising me. I’m just following the manual Master gave me.” Saying that, he pointed toward the manual he had gotten from Chen Fang, which was currently placed a few meters away from him.
“You’re being too humble, Junior Brother.” Su Qingxue smiled, her gaze now on the manual as she added, “If you don’t mind, can I take a look at it for a few minutes?”
Yang Kai fell into thought for a moment, but then said with a smile, “Why not? We both are Master’s people now, so I don’t think there’s any harm in giving you that manual.”
“Senior Sister, now that you’ve gotten the book, can I return to my practice?” Yang Kai asked. Now that he knew why Su Qingxue had approached him, there was no need to waste any more of his time.
Su Qingxue did not say anything and rushed toward her bamboo chair.
Taking a seat and seeing Yang Kai once again get busy with his practice, she finally looked at the manual. From whatever angle she looked at it, it seemed nothing but ordinary.
She had seen many ordinary yet grand manuals back home when she was young. In comparison, this one seemed to lack everything.
However, the moment she opened the first page and read it slowly, she suddenly found herself drawn deeper into it, and before she knew it, time had begun to pass without her realizing it.
…
Chen Fang, not aware that a dog had sworn to bite his neck clean off in the sect’s grand competition, walked toward the entrance of Sword Cloud Peak with a smile on his face.
“Oh my, isn’t this Elder Chen?” A sudden voice called him from behind.
Hearing the voice, Chen Fang’s legs all of a sudden picked up the pace, as if the person that voice belonged to was very dangerous.
However, before he could successfully make a run for it, that person had appeared out of nowhere in front of him.
“Elder Chen, were you trying to run away from me? Again.” It was a woman dressed in green attire. She had long, curly blond hair and almond-shaped brown eyes. Her figure was so exceptional that even a top-tier actress would never come near her in comparison; every asset of her body was full and perky, as if youth had never left her.
The name of this woman was Mo Lian, and she was an aged woman—the same age as the sect leader.
From the moment he had joined the sect under the influence of the sect leader, this woman had continuously harassed him. If it weren’t for the sect leader telling him about her age, his predecessor would even have fallen for her youthful yet mature appearance and might have ended up in her trap.
“Elder Mo, it was you. I thought it was someone else, trying to belittle me once again,” Chen Fang said, mixing truth with lies.