Chapter 10: What Is Sword Intent?

Because Gu Yue really can eat too much.

Helpless, Chen Qiye could only 'help' Gu Yue pull him into a private room, and after eating, Chen Qiye only said, 'She can eat too much; who can afford to support her in the future?'

Then he was waited on by Gu Yue, and Chen Qiye couldn't understand how a girl called a 'mother dragon' would know the 'waist point pinching technique'.

Chen Qiye finished dinner, returned to his dorm bed and began cultivating.

In the mental space.

Chen Qiye continuously waved a wooden sword in his hand. His movements were clean and efficient, without any flourish. When tired, he would sit on the mental lake to rest a while, and after his strength recovered he would pick up the wooden sword again to practice.

Compared to his unsynchronized sparring with Gu Yue at noon, he was completely a different person; at this moment Chen Qiye's eyes were filled with determination and fatigue.

Swinging the sword a thousand times is Chen Qiye's necessary daily training; the reason he trains so hard is, on one hand, to improve his swordsmanship, and on the other hand, because Chen Qiye discovered that whenever his swordsmanship improves, Jingliu's face shows obvious delight; therefore, he trains hard like this also to win a smile from his master.

At this moment, two footsteps suddenly sounded on the water surface; Chen Qiye knew who had come. But he did not shout, instead he gave a soft cry, 'Draw your sword.'

A purple soul ring rose from Chen Qiye's feet, then six light-blue flying swords shot out from his back, dancing and intersecting in the air.

Ah, applause rang out, 'Little Qiye, I didn't expect you could now control six flying swords.'

Hearing the person's voice, Chen Qiye retracted his flying swords, ran lightly to Jingliu's side, and proudly said, 'Master, look, I mastered six flying swords in six years; as your disciple, I haven't embarrassed you, have I?'

Jingliu stroked Chen Qiye's hair and said, 'Little Qiye, you've worked the hardest.'

"Hehe."

"Then Master, I have already mastered six flying swords; when will you teach me sword intent?"

"I originally planned to teach you in two more years, but seeing your talent, advancing this early is not a big problem."

After the two sat down, Jingliu described sword intent to Chen Qiye.

"The realm of the sword: form and spirit as one, virtual and real, existence and non-existence, born outside the body, hidden within the sword."

"But to understand what sword intent is, you must first make yourself clear why you swing the sword, what the meaning of drawing your sword is."

"And when you understand why you draw the sword, condense it into momentum, and merge that momentum into the sword, then you can achieve true unity of man and weapon."

"And when you have not drawn the sword yet possess sword intent, that is the realm attainable only through true heart-sword unity; at that moment you yourself are the sharpest sword."

"But in short, this requires you to comprehend it yourself; sword intent is something no one can define for you—how to do it, to what extent? It entirely depends on you."

"Chen Qiye, what do you think is your reason for drawing the sword?"

Chen Qiye did not answer, but entered a profound and mysterious state, thinking, pondering, considering why to draw the sword, for what reason to draw the sword.

Jingliu also saw that Chen Qiye was about to reach the level of sword intent, so she did not disturb him further, but sat aside to watch.

"I understand, or rather I want to understand: my drawing the sword has no meaning, nor any reason, but my sword will come out whenever I want it to, and I can accomplish whatever I want to do with it."

"This sword will pacify the world's injustices; this sword bears no shame before the world, only shame before people."

"Only to seek my own carefree ease......"

Chen Qiye's sword intent suddenly burst forth from his whole body, a mighty, water-like sword intent enveloping him.

Even Chen Qiye's mental sea was boiling and emitting incomparably brilliant golden light, and on the water surface appeared a fleeting huge dragon-shaped totem.

When Jingliu saw the huge dragon-shaped totem on Chen Qiye's lake surface, her brows involuntarily furrowed......

When Chen Qiye's mental sea calmed down, Chen Qiye happily jumped up and said, 'Master, I succeeded.'

Chen Qiye felt the gamble was always at hand; he is invincible below five rings, and even six rings may not be unbeatable.

The night was already deep, but the entrance of Shrek Academy remained brightly lit.

Among the endless stalls of small vendors, Huo Yuhao found an idle spot and set up a small grill.

On the grill lay several yellow-green fish cooked to a golden hue, with a thin layer of oil trickling over them, and a rich aroma slowly spreading from his position outward.

Although it was already past dinner time, smelling that face‑covering fragrance still filled people with appetite.

These were purchased by Huo Yuhao with gold soul coins borrowed from Bei Bei; he intended to use his skill to earn a little living expense.

Before the grill, many students who had come for the fragrance were orderly lining up, waiting for the delicious grilling to finish.

Not long after, the thirty grilled fish he had prepared were all used up.

Huo Yuhao skillfully sprinkled some seasonings onto the finished grilled fish and handed it to the foremost male student. After receiving the grilled fish, the male student gave Huo Yuhao five copper soul coins.

"Junior, this grilled fish is really delicious; could you sell me a few more?"

"The golden‑colored grilled fish gave off a tempting aroma; the male student took a bite, was instantly conquered by that exquisite texture, and wanted to buy a few more."

"Sorry, senior, today's grilled fish is sold out; please come again tomorrow?"

Huo Yuhao looked at the only four grilled fish left on the grill and politely refused him.

"Junior, aren't there still four? Could you sell them to us?"

At this moment, four female students wearing Shrek Academy purple uniforms came before Huo Yuhao.

The speaker was the most beautiful girl among them.

She looked about fourteen or fifteen, with a slender, even figure, skin like pure snowflakes, a head of golden wavy long hair flowing down her back; the girl's expressive large eyes were full of anticipation as she gazed at the four remaining grilled fish on the rack.

Her alluring, nation‑toppling posture made Huo Yuhao stare blankly for a moment, his heartbeat quickening slightly.

In his impression, only Tang Ya could match her in appearance.

"Sorry, senior sister, these few grilled fish I saved for a friend; I can only apologize." Even though he was stunned by the girl's looks, Huo Yuhao still politely declined.

He still planned to take these grilled fish back for Wang Dong and Ye Chen to try; naturally he couldn't just sell them.

The peerless girl heard this, did not insist, and her expression became slightly disappointed.

"Kid, dare you not sell?"

Friend's work 《Douluo: Holy Spirit Empire Emperor, Peerless Offspring》, 《Douluo: Luo God Temple Rising, Starting by Abducting Na'er》

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