This Sword Cultivator is Somewhat Dependable-Chapter 378 - 9: Senior Brothers and Sisters in the Sword Sect
Chapter 378: Chapter 9: Senior Brothers and Sisters in the Sword Sect
Lu Qingshan was extremely talented, but his understanding of some cultivation concepts was limited due to the short time he had been practicing and his limited foundational knowledge.
However, all this would change and improve quickly as his cultivation time increased and he broadened his horizons.
Now, with Ji Chuan’s guidance, this process would undoubtedly accelerate.
Seeing Lu Qingshan’s brows gradually smooth out and his enlightened expression, Ji Chuan smiled and said, “Junior Brother, you indeed have excellent comprehension.”
As soon as he finished speaking, Ji Chuan took a simple bamboo sword from the side of Qingya Terrace with a casual sweep, and it appeared in his hand, “Come, today I will ‘feed’ your sword for you.”
Lu Qingshan took a deep breath and nodded, “Alright, then I will have to trouble Senior Brother.”
Seeing the Senior Brother personally make a move, everyone turned their gazes to watch, faces filled with curiosity.
The Sword Sect disciples present had all received some help from Senior Brother Ji Chuan more or less, finding this scene somewhat familiar.
“Here it comes.” Ji Chuan said with a smile.
Boom!
The bamboo sword turned into a streak of green light, bringing with it the sound of wind and thunder, charging towards Lu Qingshan.
Vast Righteousness Sword of Vastness Peak.
The Vast Righteousness Sword pursued the straight and direct, not seeking the crooked, with the philosophy of heart upright and spirit firm, striking without doubt, overwhelming and unstoppable, breaking all opposition.
Once unleashed, there was nothing in the world that could block it.
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Even a bamboo sword was the same.
Lu Qingshan’s mind tensed, he seriously prepared himself.
Whiz, whiz, whiz, like a return to the source of myriad swords, behind him, four hundred and twenty filaments of Sword Qi burst forth, flickering with blood-red light, formidable and impressive.
“Too conspicuous, Junior Brother,” Ji Chuan said with a slight smile at the sight.
Clang, clang, clang!
A single bamboo sword pierced forth like a lone knight breaking armor, charging straight for Lu Qingshan’s face.
Sword Qi Filaments struck the bamboo sword, hindering it with a persistent ringing in the air.
Ji Chuan smiled faintly, unconcerned, not rushing to destroy the Sword Qi Filaments controlled by Lu Qingshan, gracefully moving and entangling them, gradually dissipating the Sword Qi.
Just like boiling a frog in warm water.
Lu Qingshan’s heart tightened, and under full concentration, his spirit moved again, trying to marshal the Sword Qi Filaments, which had become like a rain of Flying Swords.
Thread by thread, the trembling Sword Qi Filaments joined the fray one after another, against Ji Chuan’s bamboo sword that was like a peerless Great General.
For these Sword Qi Filaments, which Lu Qingshan had not yet fully mastered, Ji Chuan showed enough tolerance, not interfering too much with his attack, but not ignoring it either, applying appropriate pressure.
In such a deliberate situation, in just half an hour, the originally somewhat awkward Sword Qi Filaments were already moving as if by an extension of his own limbs.
“I will teach you one final sword technique.” After about an hour, Ji Chuan, feeling it was about right, suddenly said.
Lu Qingshan’s expression became solemn, ready with his full attention.
Without any grandiose movements from Ji Chuan, his bamboo sword seemed to be fueled by fire in that instant.
Surrounding the blade, the Spiritual Power that was one with the bamboo sword surged like a tide, forming Sword Qi, greatly surprising Lu Qingshan.
This was Sword Intent!
From the beginning, Ji Chuan had actually infused the Sword Intent into the bamboo sword, but had not unleashed it until now, eluding Lu Qingshan’s notice.
Until this moment, the Sword Intent burst forth violently.
At the same time, Lu Qingshan felt a strange and alien force of Heaven and Earth emerge on the bamboo sword.
Lu Qingshan’s Sword Intent was of slaughter, fierce and intimidating.
This Sword Intent, however, was immensely vast, a righteous and clear breeze.
As if all living things were growing, thriving and prospering.
Hiss, hiss, hiss!
The bamboo sword, erupting with Sword Intent, instantly shattered and dissolved all the Sword Qi Filaments.
In the end, the bamboo sword hovered in the air.
The ubiquitous Sword Intent once again retracted into the bamboo sword, the breeze undisturbed.
This was the Sword Intent that Ji Chuan had spoken of earlier, hidden and then erupting without warning, leaving opponents completely unprepared.
And when Lu Qingshan released Sword Intent, it was like the Myriad Swords Art, with the fierce aura fully revealed, alerting the enemy before even making a move.
Therefore, even if they were of the same realm and same Sword Intent, Ji Chuan would undoubtedly be the victor in a contest against Lu Qingshan.
Lu Qingshan now somewhat understood why in games, players were often outmatched by NPCs of the same level.
Aside from talent, there must also be a difference on this level.
“Thank you for the instruction, Senior Brother,” Lu Qingshan said with a cupped fist salute.
Ji Chuan glanced at Lu Qingshan and smiled, “I’ve been fairly free lately, and can spare an hour every day to feed your sword. Would you like that?”
Lu Qingshan’s mind stirred with joy, “I could only hope for such an offer, thank you, Senior Brother.”
Ji Chuan showed no sense of taking credit, as if he had done a trivial thing, waved his hand and turned into a streak of green light, leaving Qingya Peak with Sword Control.
In his eyes, it was indeed not worth mentioning.
As the eldest senior brother, helping a junior brother was simply part of the natural order of things, wasn’t it?
….
Mid-autumn, Winter Solstice, Frost’s Descent, Early Spring.
Days at the Sword Sect flew by in an orderly and swift fashion.
The small lake atop Sword Coming Peak had a tendency to grow into a sea without source.
The black carp moved restlessly within, full of life and vigor.
The female master, with eyebrows like distant mountains, had not been seen for quite a while, her activities a mystery.
A small rat demon, with its chest heaving, was earnestly cultivating a spell, absorbing the Spiritual Energy of Heaven and Earth.
On Qingya Terrace of Qingya Peak, the place was always bustling with activity.
There was the eldest senior brother Ji Chuan feeding the sword for an hour each day.
The other senior brothers, too, would occasionally join in for a bit of fun with the Golden Core junior brother when the mood struck them.
Sometimes, one could witness a senior brother struck by inspiration, proposing a novel idea, eager to test its feasibility right there on Qingya Terrace.
Most ideas were quickly rejected.
But once in a while, one or two intriguing thoughts would ignite collective involvement, everyone trying to refine the concept.
Although most of the time, as the discussion deepened, these eccentric ideas would ultimately reveal unsolvable flaws.
Yet, this process of discussion had the power to broaden the horizons and perspectives of all involved.
This was a clash of thoughts and beliefs among a group of genius Sword Cultivators.
Lu Qingshan’s talent surpassed that of most Sword Cultivators.
However, along the way, his reliance on enhanced intuition and powerful understanding had enabled him to grasp various Sword Techniques with ease.
In the realm of ideas, Lu Qingshan, with his slim foundation of knowledge, often could do no more than observe from the sidelines.
But occasionally, he would chime in with a point of his own.
For example, when a senior sister suddenly decided to explore how external forces could increase Flying Sword Speed and, thereby, its power—a seemingly flawed proposition.
Many were intrigued but felt it was impractical.
Yet, with his thoughts liberated, Lu Qingshan had a stroke of ingenuity.
Consider the Sword Qi adhering to the surface of a Flying Sword; it could be slightly condensed to a less rampant and overflowing state of Spiritual Power, clinging closely to the Flying Sword, especially at the tip, to be shaped into a sharp, streamlined form.
This idea might have seemed baseless, but the senior brothers and sisters were all about practicality.
Was it useful or not? Why not give it a try and find out?
When they gave it a go, they indeed found that the Flying Sword Speed unexpectedly improved by half, leaving them astounded.
To reduce the force experienced by decreasing surface area and minimize air resistance.
A very simple concept.
Beyond these interesting discoveries,
There was also the increasingly profound mastery of Sword Intent and the rapidly advancing Myriad Swords Art.
In the final days of the third year of Tianyuan at the Sword Sect’s Qingya Peak, these seniors and juniors—who had only recently stepped onto the path of the Sword Dao and were considered newcomers—continuously relived a scene that had persisted for thousands, even tens of thousand years.
One could imagine that in the future, when things have changed and people have moved on, these brothers and sisters will look back on this time with immense nostalgia.
This was the pure essence of their initial sincerity.
Everything was exceedingly interesting.
Here, there was none of the survival of the fittest or fierce competition among sect members that Lu Qingshan had expected, only a group of diverse yet endearing senior brothers and sisters.
There were no decades-long flips of fortune as rumored in the sect competitions, only Qingya Terrace with its primary focus on exchange and experimentation.
No stringent rules and regulations, just an atmosphere of freedom and tranquility.
Of course, there was no old man peering at him relentlessly, tirelessly imparting teachings, only a beautiful female master who seemed to be hands-off in her approach.
This was the Sword Sect, unique in all of Heaven and Earth, the one and only Sword Sect.
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