Sui Xin and Xi Yun followed the chubby boy and the others to the Sword Technique Hall. As soon as they entered the gate, they saw a huge training ground and hundreds of spirit swords on the shelves next to it.

As I walked in, I was immediately struck by a chilling, murderous aura, which made my heart skip a beat.

The sword is inherently a weapon of killing, staining blood and severing throats in an instant. Since ancient times, cultivators have cherished swords, not only for their upright image, but also for their power and sharpness.

After a bell rang, the chubby boy and his friends found a spot to practice their swordsmanship. Not far away, a spotless young woman approached Sui Xin and Xi Yun and asked, "Have you two never been to the Swordplay Hall before?"

"Mm," the two nodded in response.

The woman said softly, "Then for the next two weeks, you'll learn basic swordsmanship from me."

"Okay, teacher."

The woman's name was Guo Ling, and she was a teacher at the Earthly Realm, specializing in instructing beginners.

He led the two to a shelf on the side, picked up two of the swords and handed them to them, saying, "These are your spirit swords, given to you for free. But if you lose them, you'll have to buy the second one yourself."

"Thank you, teacher."

Guo Ling nodded and continued leading the two to the side, "Today I'll first teach you the five basic movements of basic swordsmanship: thrust, slash, parry, chop, block,..."

After explaining the theory of the five movements, I demonstrated the specific key points of the movements to them. Sui Xin and Xi Yun watched with great interest, thinking it was so cool.

"That's roughly it. For the next two weeks, you'll practice these movements until you're as proficient as possible. If you don't meet my standards within two weeks, you'll lose your qualification to train in the Swordplay Hall. Understand?"

"clear"

"Alright, let's begin, starting with the thorns."

He picked up the sword at will, recalling Guo Ling's explanation and demonstration.

"A thrust is made by extending the sword forward, either upright or horizontally... and the sword and arm must form a straight line..."

With a single thrust of his sword, he displayed the style of a true swordsman...

Xi Yun was no less impressive. As she brandished her sword, her sleeves billowed in the wind, her graceful figure resembling a fairy descending to earth.

Guo Ling nodded from the side, occasionally pointing out their mistakes, feeling that the two in front of her were quite extraordinary, as if they had some talent in sword practice.