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The sun was shining brightly, and a delightful afternoon should be spent drinking tea, tasting snacks, and chatting idly about life and ideals with a few intimate friends in the mottled shade of the trees…
Wu Hen couldn't understand why instead of elegantly holding a teacup, his intimate friend was holding the Green Peak Snow Shadow Sword, slashing at his forehead with each strike, each blow's critical hit enough to shatter the entire universe's scumbags.
Couldn't dodge, simply couldn't dodge.
"Fairy Gong Qin, I admit that I spoke a bit loudly to you in the Scroll Realm. Let's end today's special training here. The sun will set in three hours, and I'm afraid my body can't handle it," Wu Hen said, drenched in sweat.
Fairy Gong Qin in her complete form had overwhelming combat power. Now, Wu Hen's mind was full of Fairy Gong Qin in her Sword Immortal form. As soon as he opened his eyes, either it was the Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Sect like a multitude of snow shadows, or it was the towering green peaks of sword mountains rising from the ground. Wu Hen couldn't even see her movents clearly, let alone break them, not to ntion learn how to perform them.
"You have good comprehension. Look at my gestures. This hand needs to form seals, and the body like this. Actually, it's really simple…" Fairy Gong Qin said.
Fairy Gong Qin specially demonstrated in slow motion, at least ten tis slower, but from Wu Hen's perspective, she was flickering and flashing like a ghost around him at all angles: sotis pointing a sword to the sky, sotis the sword moving as fast as a river, sotis drawing sword ripples, and sotis moving the sword like shadows of leaves.
Others learn by watching with their eyes first, and then their bodies keep up.
For him, his eyes couldn't understand, and his body was even more confused.
"I won't learn unless you have so exclusive secret technique that can transfer your Sword Immortal lineage to sothing like a USB drive, then I plug this USB into my Sword Spirit Dragon. If my sword learns it, then I learn it," Wu Hen said.
"You an, let your sword learn, and you don't need to?" Fairy Gong Qin said.
Wu Hen nodded, then summoned the sleeping Little Yi and threw it in front of him, to show Fairy Gong Qin the special nature of this sword.
"Clang clang clang!" The humble, pitch-black sword fell directly to the ground with a clear sound.
"How can you throw your sword like this? Although the swords we use are forged from extrely rare tals, you shouldn't throw them around like this. It's very taboo for a swordsman, just like dropping chopsticks while eating," Fairy Gong Qin said with so displeasure.
"No... I just wanted to show you that it can actually do everything... Little Yi, stop playing dead, show the Fairy the Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Sect!" Wu Hen said, nudging the sword hilt with his toe.
"Clang clang!" The humble, pitch-black sword was kicked several ters away, but apart from being a little black, it didn't look different from any other iron sword.
"What are you doing? Every sword has a soul. How can you kick it?" Fairy Gong Qin scolded again.
"It's not usually like this!" Wu Hen was also extrely annoyed.
At crucial monts, Little Yi pretended to be dead. Where did it learn this bad habit from, being this lazy?
"Get up, quickly get up," Wu Hen shouted at the black sword on the ground.
"You need to combine hand gestures. Didn't I teach you before? Like this, and like this, you can control the sword remotely." Fairy Gong Qin imdiately demonstrated another set of handprints.
Her fingers seed to produce invisible threads, and the other ends of these threads tied to the weapons around the Martial Arts Training Ground. One by one, the bronze swords on the weapon rack began to shake and slowly float toward the center of the Martial Arts Training Ground, converging into a magnificent sword sunflower.
"Hey, I can do this. You use hand control, but mine is voice-activated… Get up, Little Yi, get up and practice. You don't have the Sword Immortal lineage in your system, learning more skills is beneficial, take this opportunity to learn quickly," Wu Hen continued to shout at the Sword Spirit Dragon on the ground.
The little sword spirit still did not move, indistinguishable from a dead object.
Not learning, not wanting to learn at all. Such good sunlight, just right to bask in the sun, so that rust wouldn't grow on the dragon scales.
"Wait a little longer, it might be in its rebellious phase. Let have a good talk with it," Wu Hen said awkwardly to Fairy Gong Qin.
Fairy Gong Qin naturally recognized Wu Hen's sword spirit. Back in the Scroll Realm, it was just a bronze broken sword. But she was also curious, could this sword really self-learn all sword techniques, or was Wu Hen deliberately fooling around to delay ti, as they agreed to rest when the sun set.
"Huh, the Artifact Control Technique I just used should have gathered all the weapons in the Martial Arts Training Ground into the air, including your black sword. Why isn't it affected by my spell?" Fairy Gong Qin soon noticed this oddity.
"It's an artifact spirit and fundantally different from ordinary objects. If it could be controlled by your Little Immortal Technique, what's the point of being an artifact spirit?" Wu Hen said.
Just as they finished speaking, the little sword spirit on the ground reluctantly floated up as if it were a noble cat yawning, grudgingly flying to the sword sunflower ford by countless swords, becoming one of the sunflower petals.
"Oh, it's just slow to react, not unaffected," Fairy Gong Qin said.
Wu Hen was speechless, so it had a delay!
"Fairy Gong Qin, can't you see? It's doing this on purpose, pretending to be a broken sword with no spiritual energy!" Wu Hen said in an irritated tone.
"Is that so? Let try again." Fairy Gong Qin started to wave her Immortal Flower Hand again, this ti stirring the bronze swords in mid-air.
All the bronze swords began to dance in an orderly fashion, sotis forming the character "一", sotis forming the character "涛". Little Yi was like a little black fish, moving with a large group of black fish. Whatever they did, it followed, clearly the others seed like they had rehearsed hundreds of thousands of tis, while it looked like a phony participant, delayed or adding unnecessary actions, making the originally neat Sword Control Immortal Technique a blemish.
"Look at it, it obviously has its own thoughts, it's not under your control, just pretending to be controlled," Wu Hen started to complain about Little Yi's extrely clumsy act.
"Then I'll try so more complicated ones. If it really has its own thoughts, it won't be able to keep up," Fairy Gong Qin said.
"Yes, increase the intensity. This guy is too lazy. Among all the worlds, I've never seen such a lazy host!" Wu Hen continued to complain.
Fairy Gong Qin began performing higher-level Immortal Law, adding a Split Sword Technique to all the bronze swords. Each bronze sword started to split; one into two, two into four, four into eight…
"This is the Eleven-Note Seal Technique. The difficulty lies in having to simultaneously divide the threads according to the number of swords split. The eleven notes can produce…" Fairy Gong Qin explained while demonstrating.
"I know this, it's seeking power, two to the tenth power. Your Immortal Seal just split into a total of one thousand twenty-four bronze swords. Originally there were about two hundred swords on the field. Each sword went through eleven tis of fission, two hundred multiplied by one thousand twenty-four equals one hundred twenty thousand forty swords." Wu Hen calculated almost instantly without much thought.
Fairy Gong Qin was stunned for a mont, then said in amazent, "This swordsmanship is exactly Ten Thousand Swords Singing… You have great comprehension!"
Wu Hen didn't even want to speak.
The teacher didn't deceive ; if you learn math, physics, and chemistry well, you won't fear going anywhere in the world. But they didn't tell that math, physics, and chemistry could connect with the mysteries of the Sword Immortal lineage!
How strange.
In the past, in the school classroom, he thought about sword flight, the Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Sect, and teasing noble fairies…
But in this Sword Immortal training ground, his mind was filled with reducing exponents, summation, and finding roots… The past knowledge symbols surged into his mind like a river, rging, and flashing with spiritual light, especially wanting to grab a high school exam paper, roll up his sleeves, and fiercely swipe through it on the spot, not even letting go of the additional questions!
Could this be the Sacred Body of a school dreg??
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