Chapter 62: Transmitting the Skill

Until the moment the sword is drawn, unleash all your strength! With your current strength and speed, when you meet a master, your sword hasn't even been drawn and you're already a corpse! Speed up! Add force! Seventh Elder's stern reprimand.

Chen Yi He was about to collapse, finally finishing a set. He sat limp on the ground, hands braced on the ground, the Purple Tempered Sword placed to one side, and he, like an old dog that had run for a long time, stuck out his tongue and panted heavily.

Chen Yi He didn't know how long he had trained. He only knew that since becoming a disciple, aside from sleeping, he practiced sword; opening his eyes he had to grab the sword, closing his eyes he still had to hold the sword.

Must always remember the master's words: "Treat the sword as your lover!"

So cold and hard—who could treat it as a lover?

Chen Yi He really did regret becoming a disciple—it was excruciating, worse than being beaten by others! At every moment, no rest, sword never leaving his hand, thick calluses formed on his tiger's mouth, his whole body sore in waist and back; if he drifted off, he would be whipped by the master…… if he made a wrong move, he would be scolded by the master and endure Wu Rong's merciless mockery……

Only Dongfang Xing felt sorry for him; whenever he had a free moment, he would run over to pound his back and knead his shoulders.

It was nothing like the sword training shown on TV dramas—no grace, no lightness, no flashiness.

However, hard work pays off; Chen Yi He still made progress, not only due to his own arduous efforts but also thanks to the Seventh Elder's urging and guidance.

"Chen Yi He, come over." The Seventh Elder beckoned to Chen Yi He in the distance.

Chen Yi He deliberately stayed far from the Seventh Elder so he could delay entering the demon's grasp by even a few seconds, which was worth it. "Oh……"

Chen Yi He dragged his heavy body to stand before the Seventh Elder, ready to swing his heavy arm with the sword, but he waited in vain for the Seventh Elder's word "Begin." So he kept urging, "Master, aren't we starting yet? Hmm?"

"No need, put the sword down. It's over." The Seventh Elder glanced at Chen Yi He and said with a smile.

"What's wrong, Master?" Chen Yi He sat before the Seventh Elder, leaning on his sword, and guessed, "Master, you haven't given up on me, have you?"

The Seventh Elder had not yet spoken.

"Wuu…… Master, please don't abandon me! I will definitely work harder!" Chen Yi He is like this: when he has something he doesn't cherish it, and when he's about to lose it he's reluctant; he fears being abandoned, which is a kind of denial of him.

The Seventh Elder had a black line across his face……

"Master!" Chen Yi He, unable to get a reply from the Seventh Elder, felt panicked.

"Chen Yi He, it's over. In this half month I may have been a bit stricter, but your progress is visibly evident!" The Seventh Elder smiled faintly, though his words carried a hint of sorrow: "I didn't teach you a new sword technique because my sword art can't reach your standard; your limit cannot be confined by my sword art. Fortunately our efforts weren't wasted— in this half month you've developed a feel for the sword; given time you will grasp the essence! There are myriad sword styles; we can't master them all, but we can defeat myriad with one. Believe that in the near future you will create your own sword style."

"Master! What are you saying?" Chen Yi He heard it as if listening to the Seventh Elder's last words.

Such movement attracted Dongfang Xing, Wu Rong, and the Little Palace Master, who also gathered over.

"Remember, the sword must be wielded with heart." The Seventh Elder emphasized to Chen Yi He.

Chen Yi He nodded repeatedly.

Suddenly, the Seventh Elder extended his right hand, index and middle fingers, and sharply tapped Chen Yi He's forehead!

Chen Yi He felt as if pierced by a sword; his eyes widened, his face turned deathly pale in an instant!

This sudden change startled the other three youths; Dongfang Xing thought Chen Yi He had been harmed and moved to stop the Seventh Elder.

The Seventh Elder waved his left hand, a light barrier enveloping him and Chen Yi He; no matter how Dongfang Xing attacked, he could not affect them in the slightest.

Chen Yi He's feet left the ground, his legs floated up lightly, his upper body tilted backward, his body floated up upside down, head to head with the Seventh Elder!

The Seventh Elder's right-hand fingers never left Chen Yi He's forehead; white light flowed from his fingertips to Chen Yi He!

Heat radiated outward! The white light blazed!

The Seventh Elder's internal true qi and sword qi continuously transferred into Chen Yi He's body, passing through his fingertips to the other side! Though they were reluctant, the Seventh Elder urged them to depart!

Chen Yi He couldn't speak; his whole body was controlled by the Seventh Elder! He felt his body about to explode, like an inflatable balloon constantly being pressurized from outside! The Seventh Elder was his air pump!

True qi and sword qi surged wildly into Chen Yi He's body, not clashing with his own qi but rather blending harmoniously!

No one could intervene to interrupt this!

It took a full half-hour before the Seventh Elder finally stopped.

When he stopped, his head was already drooping.

Chen Yi He collapsed to the ground, the pain not yet faded, his consciousness not fully awake; he crawled over, crawled to the Seventh Elder's feet, "Master! Master!" he cried out wildly again and again!

The Seventh Elder kept his eyes shut, showing no response.

Chen Yi He knew the Seventh Elder had given him everything he possessed!

"Master, wake up!" Chen Yi He shook the Seventh Elder's body.

The Seventh Elder finally opened his eyes, forcing a smile, "Yi He…… disciple……" his breath was at its end.

"Master, why did you do this?" Chen Yi He asked through tears, "You're still so young……"

Indeed, the Seventh Elder was still young—only a few years older than Chen Yi He.

"Cough…… I…… I did this…… for my own reasons……" the Seventh Elder spoke haltingly, his life at its end, "You and I…… as master and disciple…… I…… I couldn't teach you…… cough…… teach you what…… thing…… this bit of internal energy…… just…… just consider it as the master…… sending…… sending to you…… as a…… gift…… cough……"

The Seventh Elder again pressed his fingers to his chest, and his breathing noticeably eased; he told the four disciples, "Listen to me…… cough…… if my deduction is correct, in an hour the seal will show a brief loosening; entering and exiting the seal requires someone to die…… then I will use my last strength to send you out! You must prepare…… prepare……"

Dongfang Xing also cried.

Wu Rong lowered his head, his face showing reluctance.

The Little Palace Master coldly regarded the Seventh Elder; her phoenix eyes showed no change, her thoughts unreadable.

After all, they had spent half a month together; after all, he was the one who saved their lives, and now he had to give his life for them.

"Master!"

"You…… needn't feel…… regretful, the Thousand Heavy Gate bears deep sins! This counts as my…… small compensation." The Seventh Elder smiled, saying, his face as white as paper.

Since entering the book *Marvelous Martial Arts Great Melee*, Chen Yi He had never felt such sorrow! This grief was no longer his pretense! A person he had only known for half a month could expend his inner strength for him and give his life for them.

The Thousand Heavy Gate was at fault, but the fault did not lie with the Seventh Elder; the Seventh Elder voluntarily bore the cost of his mistake.

"Yi He…… Master cannot bear to watch you…… go far, but Master…… Master believes in his…… vision!" In the Seventh Elder's fading gaze, a light flashed for Chen Yi He— that was his final pride.