Chapter 13 Am I the only one who can’t use the Ice Sword?
Mu Fuyun was stunned for only a moment before he immediately drew his sword and stood up.
She had no time to think about why this senior suddenly wanted to teach her swordsmanship. She only knew that this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity that must not be missed.
Different from the time when she practiced alone just now, she could follow her own rhythm, find the feeling and try to integrate spiritual power into the moves. But now, she relied on instinct from the beginning.
The monk in white stood in place, watched a starting posture, then stretched out two fingers of his right hand, put them together, and condensed a spiritual power with a frosty chill, which he struck into the water beside him, stirring up a wave.
The water waves quickly condensed into ice, turning into the shape of a sword, and spontaneously confronted Mu Fuyun's sword.
Water is obviously the softest thing in the world, but under the control of his spiritual power, it showed extremely strong aggressiveness.
Mu Fuyun had no practical experience, and was knocked back a big step by the sword's impact. He almost fell off the boulder. Fortunately, he reacted quickly enough, and his right foot, which was in front of him, quickly retreated and touched the back, thus stabilizing his body.
But before she could stand up straight, the ice sword had changed direction and slashed from the left.
She immediately supported herself on the ground with her left hand and leaped upward to avoid the attack. At the same time, she grasped the sword with her right hand, flipped over, and used the seventh move to chop from top to bottom.
The ice sword was retracted extremely quickly. Before her sword got close, it had already scraped across the stone surface, passed her wrist, and stabbed towards her face.
As a last resort, she had to step back again, stepping on the edge of the boulder, trying hard not to fall down while doing her best to deal with the ice sword's moves.
The Ice Sword used all the moves from the Fengban Liuyun Sword. Although simple, the connections were very dense. The sword intent contained in it, although it integrated the spiritual power from the late Qi Refining stage to the early Foundation Establishment stage, was so strong that it made people feel cold on the back. It was more exquisite than Chu Ye's sword intent in the late Golden Core stage.
At first, Mu Fuyun was able to resist for a while thanks to his newly broken realm and his familiarity with Fengban Liuyun Sword, but after five moves, he began to feel exhausted.
Finally, at the thirteenth move, he was exhausted and forced to the edge of the boulder, where he fell backwards.
At that moment, her gaze passed over the ice sword in front of her and looked at the white-robed monk not far away.
From beginning to end, he stood in the same place, without moving an inch. His white clothes fluttered in the wind, and the surroundings were gradually filled with the fresh breath of wind and snow.
This is absolute strength.
She once had it.
At that time, she was too ambitious and had never met a child with talent that could match hers. She thought her life would be boring.
Now, standing in the valley, gazing up at the towering mountains, she felt not only humbled but also overwhelmed. Tianyan Sect, one of the three great sects, was renowned for its swordsmanship, boasting many renowned sword masters. Even the current leader, Qi Yuanbai, the only son of the previous leader, Qi Guiyuan, was initially a mere disciple of average skill.
It is said that Qi Yuanbai's junior fellow apprentice, Xie Hanyi, the Taoist of Lingshan, is the best swordsman in Tianyan Sect and even in the whole world. Qi Guiyuan likes this disciple so much that he even thought of passing the position of the head of the sect to him.
Xie Hanyi declined the position on the grounds that his senior brother was better at managing the sect's affairs than himself. In addition, he was later injured in the Battle of Changgeng and lived in seclusion in a cave for many years, never to be seen again. Qi Guiyuan then passed the position of the sect leader to his son Qi Yuanbai.
Between Xie Hanyi and Qi Yuanbai, there are several powerful people living in seclusion in the back mountains.
The road ahead is long and arduous, but she believes that if she keeps climbing, she will eventually reach the top.
Just before she fell into the water, a spiritual force condensed with cold frost supported her from behind, blocking the trend of falling, and then like a gust of wind, it rolled her back to the boulder.
"You are less talented in swordsmanship."
After she stood firm, the monk in white said calmly.
Mu Fuyun has heard about the issue of poor talent too many times since he came here.
Although I have already accepted this fact and determined to make up for it through hard work, I still feel a little sad when I hear this senior say this.
It’s not that I’m disappointed in my own shortcomings, but I’m disappointed in the deep-rooted “talent determinism” in this world.
She thought that this senior was always a little different.
"I'm ashamed to say that I'm not born with a sword body, and I haven't made any achievements in the way of the sword." She clasped her fists and said apologetically, "But I believe that all this is only temporary, and that everything will get better one day. Thank you for your guidance today, senior."
The monk in white looked at her, and a smile suddenly flashed across his expressionless face, like a spring breeze melting snow, which warmed people's hearts.
"I didn't explain myself clearly," he said hoarsely. "It's just that compared to your talent for controlling spiritual energy, your physique is slightly weaker, which will affect the power, speed, and angle of your sword strikes. It doesn't mean that you are unsuitable for sword training."
On the contrary, if she could make up for these shortcomings, her talent for controlling spiritual energy would become a great help, allowing her to go further than most people on the path of sword cultivation.
Mu Fuyun pondered his words and her eyes suddenly lit up. This was the first time someone praised her talent since she came here.
"Which peak are you from?" asked the monk in white.
"I am ashamed that I am still studying in the outer sect and have never entered any peak." Mu Fuyun frankly stated his identity as an outer sect disciple.
A look of surprise flashed in the eyes of the white-robed monk. You must know that this body of water is located in the valley south of Fu Ri Peak and is no longer part of the outer sect. Usually, only inner sect disciples could accidentally enter here.
However, to him, there is no difference between the outer gate and the inner gate.
"That's all right. If you want to practice swordsmanship again in the future, come here." Perhaps because he had said more in just today than in the past month combined, his cold, hoarse voice finally took on a touch of warmth and softened. "I'll leave the ice sword here."
A trace of his spiritual power was sealed in the ice sword, which was enough to deal with any sword cultivator below the middle stage of foundation building.
Mu Fuyun was stunned and wanted to say something, but the white-robed monk seemed to have guessed her thoughts. Before she could speak, he said, "Just bring some lotus seeds here from time to time."
The lotus seeds picked from the lotus pond can be considered as a thank you gift.
Mu Fuyun never expected that he could get guidance from the senior so easily, and he didn't know what to say for a moment.
While he was stunned, the ice sword had already risen again and stabbed towards his face.
Without hesitation, she drew her sword and charged forward again.
The ice sword seemed to possess human will and understood the principle of gradual progress. Every time it started, it used a move and strength that Mu Fuyun could withstand. During the battle, it gradually tested her strength and then upgraded it bit by bit until she was beaten without being able to fight back.
This training took more than half an hour.
Mu Fuyun was so tired that he lay on the boulder with his sword in his hand, not wanting to move at all.
The senior had left long ago without her knowing, leaving her alone, covered in sweat, staring up at the deep blue night sky with her eyes open.
The breakthrough and advancement had already consumed a lot of her energy, and practicing sword just now had drained her of every last bit of strength.
But she felt extremely satisfied at the moment.
The gap of several years between her and other outer disciples cannot be made up overnight. With more than three months left, with the guidance of this senior, her chances of passing the assessment will be greatly increased.
Perhaps because he had overdrawn his energy, Mu Fuyun fell asleep on the boulder. When he woke up, it was almost dawn.
She had to endure the pain all over her body and return to the thatched hut. After tidying up and meditating for a while, she went down the mountain as usual and came to Qinglu for class.
Now that she had a way to practice swordsmanship, she decided to spend all her free time during the day reading classics, even the time when she should have been practicing swordsmanship with other disciples near the sword platform.
Because she practiced sword skills at night, she was always exhausted and couldn't even get up. So for many days, when she appeared in Qinglu, her face was pale, her eyes were dark, and she looked listless, which attracted the attention of many disciples in the Tianzi class.
Some people laughed at her behind her back, saying that her pride was hurt when she was defeated by Zhan Yao in four moves last time. Others guessed that the upcoming test had made her panic, so that her behavior became abnormal.
Only the arrogant Zhan Yao dared to ask Mu Fuyun directly.
"Hey, Mu Fuyun," Zhan Yao said in front of everyone before going out to practice sword again. She held the sword and placed the scabbard across the book Mu Fuyun was holding. She raised her head and said, "You didn't really get hurt by my head and gave up sword practice, did you?"
As soon as she finished speaking, Xu Lian and Zhou Su behind her started to snicker.
Xu Lian usually followed Zhan Yao and was used to being flamboyant in the outer sect. Everyone was polite to her except Mu Fuyun, who always looked like she didn't care about anything, which made her very unhappy. Naturally, she would not miss the opportunity to laugh at her.
"You dare to learn swordsmanship when your head is so easily damaged? You might as well pack up and leave. Perhaps, for Senior Sister Mu's sake, the Sect Master and Senior Brother will be willing to give you a job as a cook in Qinglu, so you can have something to eat!"
"The written test will be soon. In another month, she will be eliminated." Zhou Su received her suggestive look and immediately echoed.
Several disciples who had stopped to watch the fun chuckled.
Zhan Yao saw Mu Fuyun remained indifferent to being ridiculed like this, not even able to refute. She rolled her eyes and said, feeling a little impatient, "Mu Fuyun, are you a piece of wood? You remain indifferent to what others say. Can't you do something better?"
With every word she spoke, the scabbard moved forward an inch, wishing it could hit Mu Fuyun's forehead directly.
Mu Fuyun smiled and found Zhan Yao more adorable: "Am I reading classics?" If he wanted to do well, he had to pass the literary test first.
Zhan Yao lowered his eyes and caught sight of the book "Ten Rules of Qi Refining" in her hand. He sneered, "Who are you trying to fool? If you keep reading like this, you'll never pass the test!"
The Ten Rules of Qi Refining explains ten methods on how cultivators in the Qi Refining stage can accumulate spiritual energy faster and achieve breakthrough as soon as possible.
At first glance, it sounds very tempting. After all, everyone wants to break the mirror as easily as a genius.
However, everyone knew that a true genius did not need to read such quick-learning books, and those who read quick-learning books were usually monks who were unwilling to practice hard and just wanted to take shortcuts.
In fact, the so-called ten methods in the book are mostly basic rules of cultivation. They are broad and empty. Everyone can be inspired by them, but no one can truly grasp the essence of them.
Such books are naturally not within the scope of the assessment.
After Zhan Yao finished speaking, she turned around and left angrily.
Seeing that there was nothing exciting to watch, the others also dispersed, glancing at me from time to time with teasing and mocking eyes as they walked away.
Mu Fuyun simply tidied up the table, picked up the book and left the house, intending to go to the other side of the pine forest away from the sword platform to find some peace and quiet.
Unexpectedly, just as he walked onto the small path next to him, he was pulled into the depths of the pine forest by a powerful golden and fire spiritual power.
Countless pine and cypress branches cut the bright sunlight into pieces of gold, which were lightly scattered among the shade of the trees, just covering up a rebellious figure.
"Song Xinghe?" Mu Fuyun stopped and looked at the young man in front of him in surprise. The young man had a sullen face and was obviously very unhappy. "How did I offend you?"
Perhaps it was because their auras were incompatible, Song Xinghe was never calm in front of her. Every time he appeared, he looked like he was going to accuse someone, like a tiger cub whose tail was stepped on.
"When is the next time?" He didn't want to say another word, and just said this, the meaning was self-evident.
"Didn't I tell you to wait for my news?" Mu Fuyun said lightly.
"You also said you wouldn't delay on purpose." Song Xinghe said, his eyes sweeping across her pale cheeks and dark circles under her eyes, frowning, "What have you been doing these days? You've gotten yourself into this state!"
"Just practicing." Mu Fuyun waved his hand and said, "I didn't delay on purpose, but I remember Chu Ye was not in the sect these few days."
Three days ago, the leader Qi Yuanbai sent Chu Ye to Wuding Sect to do business on his behalf. Wuding Sect is located at the southern end of the continent, and the journey takes at least seven days. If something delays it, it will take even longer. This is something that most people in the sect know.
"So what?" Song Xinghe questioned, "Does he have to be there? Can't it be just me?"
"You can't." Mu Fuyun curled the corners of his mouth and looked at him with a helpless look.
"Is this an excuse?" Song Xinghe seemed to be aroused by his desire to win. "I don't believe there is anything he can do that I can't."
"Don't be too confident. There are always some things that cannot be forced." Mu Fuyun smiled and said lightly, "For example, do you have pure fire spiritual power?"
Song Xinghe was stunned, thinking of his own gold and fire spiritual roots, and argued: "So what if it's pure fire spiritual power? I have dual gold and fire spiritual roots, which is definitely not inferior to pure fire spiritual roots."
"That's just for sword cultivation. What I need is pure fire spiritual power." Mu Fuyun put away his smile, "You can choose to cleanse your marrow and reshape your spiritual roots, or you can choose to urge him to come back as soon as possible. Otherwise, just wait patiently and don't delay my cultivation."
Song Xinghe's expression was stiff. He wanted to say something several times, but he didn't want to appear to care too much. He endured it again and again, and had to leave angrily after saying "You wait".
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