Ten days passed peacefully like this.
Under Qin Feng's guidance, Ling Hao began to practice the most basic sword moves diligently, working from dawn till dusk, neglecting sleep and meals.
When Ling Yuwei came to visit him, she thought he had gone mad.
Qin Feng quietly recuperated in Ling Hao's courtyard. He rarely left the courtyard and sometimes stayed in his room all day.
The negative effects of Yin Aotian's Silver Moon Judgment on him were gradually fading, and Qin Feng's cultivation level had recovered to the early stage of Foundation Establishment.
After so many days of conditioning, his soul has now reached the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm and he can now exert the strength of the Nascent Soul stage.
Everything was moving in a positive direction, except that Xiao Tian still hadn't woken up.
On this day, Qin Feng came out of his room and went to the courtyard, where he saw Ling Hao still practicing his sword.
He nodded secretly. He could sense the change in Ling Hao. Even with the same thrusting and slashing movements, he could feel the difference.
Ling Hao's swordplay became more fluid, and the sense of hindrance disappeared.
Qin Feng interrupted him, "Xiao Hao, stop for a moment."
Ling Hao stopped what he was doing and looked at Qin Feng with surprise, "Brother Feng, what's wrong?"
After being impressed by Qin Feng, Ling Hao changed his way of addressing him, calling Qin Feng "Big Brother" and asking Qin Feng to call him "Little Hao" like his family does.
Qin Feng smiled. "How are you feeling now? How is it different from before?"
Ling Hao thought for a moment, then casually thrust his sword in again, "It seems even easier this time."
Qin Feng nodded. "That's right. You understand swordsmanship now, but your sword doesn't understand you yet. If you want to take another step forward in swordsmanship, you need to make it understand you."
Ling Hao was completely dumbfounded. "What? Make my sword understand me? How can a sword understand me? You're not kidding, are you, Brother Feng?"
Qin Feng explained, "I'm very serious. If the sword doesn't understand what you mean, how can it achieve oneness with the sword and become more adept at using it?"
Ling Hao scratched his head. "But this is just an ordinary spiritual weapon, not one of those magical treasures with weapon spirits. How can I make it understand what I mean?"
Qin Feng looked at him with a smile, "You were born into a family of weapon refiners, so you should know how to refine weapons, right?"
Ling Hao was very proud. "Of course, almost all the members of my Ling family can refine weapons."
Qin Feng explained, "I am also a weapon refiner. There is a process in weapon refining called spirit connection or spirit attachment, which can add spirituality to magical artifacts, right?"
Ling Hao responded, "Not bad."
Qin Feng continued to explain:
"Ordinary spirit swords do not have weapon spirits, but they do possess sentience."
You can think of communicating with the spirit sword as a process of spiritual communication; convey your thoughts to it, and it will naturally understand your meaning and respond to you.
Ling Hao scratched his head, "But when I'm refining a weapon and trying to make it understand, I don't need it to. I just need to activate it. Can an ordinary spirit sword really understand?"
Qin Feng explained with a smile:
"That depends on how well you and the sword in your hand are in sync. I want you to practice until the sword moves with your will and you can control it at will, which is to prepare you for this."
If you can't even make your sword move at will, then don't talk about conveying your thoughts.
When you can do what I've said, you'll find your kendo skills have reached a new level.
Qin Feng shared his detailed process of comprehending sword intent with Ling Hao, which was an invaluable experience. This could be considered his way of giving back to Ling Hao.
Ling Hao nodded as if he understood, "Then I'll give it a try."
Then he began to experiment, like imbuing a magical artifact with spirit during the forging process.
Qin Feng did not disturb him and returned to his room to meditate and regulate his breathing.
Ling Hao tried many times but couldn't achieve the effect Qin Feng had described, and he couldn't help but look at the sword in his hand with worry.
"This doesn't seem to work either. What Brother Feng is saying is too far-fetched."
At this moment, Ling Yuwei came to visit her younger brother again. She saw Ling Hao staring blankly at his sword without moving and couldn't understand what he was doing.
However, she did not disturb him and waited quietly by his side.
Ever since her younger brother met Qin Feng, he seems like a different person. Last time she came, she saw him practicing swordsmanship like crazy, and now he's staring blankly at a sword. Something seems off; he's acting strangely.
Ling Yuwei waited for half an hour, but seeing that Ling Hao still hadn't made a move, she couldn't help but ask.
"Xiao Hao, what are you doing?"
Ling Hao was interrupted by the sound. He frowned and looked at the source of the sound. When he looked, he saw that it was his sister.
"Sis, what brings you here? I was thinking about something."
Ling Yuwei then asked, "What are you thinking about? You seem so lost in thought, staring blankly at an ordinary spirit sword."
Ling Hao said quite naturally, "I'm thinking about how to make it understand what I mean."
Ling Yuwei frowned upon hearing this. "This is just an ordinary spirit sword. It has no intelligence. How could it understand what you mean?"
Ling Hao scratched his head, "But Brother Feng said that although the spirit sword doesn't have intelligence, it does have a spirit; it can understand and will react."
Ling Yuwei felt displeased at the mere mention of Qin Feng's name, and she didn't listen to a word of the sword theories Ling Hao had shared with her.
It was Qin Feng who caused her brother to change his normal behavior and become like this.
“His level of understanding is even lower than yours. He might be talking nonsense and trying to fool you. Don’t believe everything he says.”
Ling Hao shook his head decisively and quickly explained on Qin Feng's behalf.
"No, Brother Feng wouldn't talk nonsense. He's really amazing. I'm no match for him at all."
He could defeat me in one move, a swift and decisive blow that leaves me defenseless.
You haven't fought him, so you won't understand that kind of power—it's not a crushing defeat in cultivation level, but purely a commanding lead in swordsmanship, ridiculously strong.
Ling Yuwei was quite surprised, but she didn't quite believe it. She just didn't know how her younger brother had become so infatuated with Qin Feng.
If Qin Feng were a stunningly beautiful woman, it would mean that Ling Hao was experiencing his first love. But Qin Feng turned out to be a man, which puzzled her greatly.
"You're talking nonsense. If he were really that powerful, how could he have been made so miserable by a Wind Chaser Eagle at the peak of the Golden Core stage? Even if he couldn't win, he could have retreated safely."
Ling Hao guessed, "Maybe he just wasn't in the right state of mind at that time. Sis, anyway, let me tell you, I can't speak for others, but Brother Feng's swordsmanship is really amazing. I witnessed it with my own eyes."
Ling Yuwei glared at her stubborn younger brother, who had fallen right into the trap.
She now regrets being soft-hearted and agreeing to bring Qin Feng back; otherwise, so many things wouldn't have happened.
No, she couldn't let Ling Hao continue to be obsessed like this. The family competition was coming up soon, and she couldn't let him waste his time on Qin Feng like this.
She said to Ling Hao, "Xiao Hao, you described Qin Feng as so amazing. Why don't you call him out? I want to spar with him and get some pointers from him."
Ling Hao immediately objected, "No way, sister, you're already at the early Nascent Soul stage, while Qin Feng is only at the early Golden Core stage. That's a whole realm difference. How can you compare them? No way, this is too unfair."
Ling Yuwei had made up her mind; she wanted to ruin Qin Feng's lofty image in Ling Hao's eyes.
"Don't worry, I'll lower my cultivation level and fight him. If he can withstand ten of my moves without being defeated, I'll admit defeat."
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