Chapter 46

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The sound of the long sword being drawn from its scabbard echoed in the courtyard, monotonous and dull.

"Five hundred ninety-six, five hundred ninety-seven, five hundred ninety-eight..."

Wei Changfeng silently counted in his mind, his movements of drawing the sword becoming increasingly stiff.

Sweat trickled down his forehead, his right arm felt as heavy as lead, and his right shoulder and half of his body began to ache and itch, making him want to scratch with all his might.

And this was just the first step of practicing the sword-drawing technique, the simplest horizontal draw.

With his left hand gripping the scabbard and his right hand drawing the sword forward in a horizontal sweep, he then returned the long sword to the scabbard, repeating the process!

A full thousand times!

At the beginning, learning this horizontal draw technique posed no difficulty for Wei Changfeng.

After Yu Qinghong demonstrated it twice and pointed out the key points, he mastered the basic essentials after just ten attempts, replicating the movements with precision.

However, repeating the practice a thousand times without using the true qi from his dantian was undoubtedly a grueling task.

Wei Changfeng gritted his teeth and persevered.

Without accumulating small steps, one cannot travel a thousand miles. There are no shortcuts in the path of martial arts; every step must be solid.

If he couldn't endure this hardship, how could he even dream of becoming the Supreme Martial Emperor?

With this belief, he silently endured the monotony and fatigue, practicing the same technique over and over again.

"Five hundred ninety-nine, six hundred!"

Just as he completed the six hundredth practice, Wei Changfeng already felt it was difficult to continue.

But Yu Qinghong was watching from the side. If he stopped to rest now, it would be too embarrassing, even if she might not mock him.

Was there a way to save some strength and practice the horizontal draw more effectively?

A thought flashed through his mind, and he had an idea.

After six hundred practices, Wei Changfeng was not only familiar with the technique but also deeply pondered the key points Yu Qinghong had pointed out, gradually gaining some insight.

He relaxed his tense body, using more of his waist strength when drawing the sword, reducing the force in his arm, and adjusting his posture, trying to make it a part of his daily habits.

It was like using chopsticks to eat, a completely instinctive action!

Six hundred twenty-one, six hundred twenty-two, six hundred twenty-three...

When Wei Changfeng began to try changing his technique, his movements inevitably became clumsy. The speed of drawing the sword slowed, the force weakened, and several times he failed to accurately return the sword to the scabbard, nearly injuring his hand.

Yu Qinghong, watching from the side, couldn't help but frown, hesitating whether to let Wei Changfeng stop.

When she first practiced the horizontal draw, Dongfang Caibai required her to complete five hundred times.

Not only did Wei Changfeng's requirement double, but his own strength was also weaker than hers at that time. Being able to persist to six hundred times was already very impressive.

She could clearly see the sweat dripping from Wei Changfeng's forehead, flowing down to his chin and neck, soaking his clothes, and his face turning pale.

This was a clear sign of excessive physical exertion!

However, what Yu Qinghong didn't expect was that after a short moment, Wei Changfeng completed his adjustment.

One successful attempt, another successful attempt, repeated success!

His speed suddenly increased, and his entire movement became as smooth as flowing water. Sword light flashed and disappeared, the whistling sound of the sword cutting through the air continuous.

How could this be?

Yu Qinghong couldn't help but stare in amazement!

The change in Wei Changfeng clearly indicated that he had grasped the true essence of the horizontal draw technique!

The key to using strength must be understood through practice, and others' guidance can only serve as an auxiliary. It took her three full days of practice to master the same technique.

Even so, Dongfang Caibai praised her for her talent.

If she was considered very talented, what about Wei Changfeng, who grasped it in just six hundred attempts?

A prodigy? A freak!

Yu Qinghong couldn't help but let out a soft groan, covering half of her face with her hand.

She stared blankly at Wei Changfeng, who was still practicing, her eyes full of disbelief.

Wei Changfeng didn't notice his senior sister's expression; he was immersed in a wonderful feeling.

Having grasped the essence of the horizontal draw technique, his sword movements became increasingly swift and effortless, requiring no deliberate control of his body. The stiffness in his arm and shoulder seemed to vanish, and the green sword in his hand felt as light as a feather, sweeping through the air with a low whistle, just like his joyful mood!

It turned out that practicing the sword could be so exhilarating!

Nine hundred ninety-eight, nine hundred ninety-nine, one thousand!

A thousand times completed!

Clang!

The green sword accurately returned to the scabbard, the hilt colliding with the fishskin-covered scabbard mouth, producing a crisp sound.

Wei Changfeng closed his eyes, focusing on the insights he had gained.

Although fatigue immediately washed over his body like a tide, his spirit remained excited, feeling that a new realm was slowly opening to him!

After a full half an hour, Wei Changfeng finally opened his eyes.

He saw Yu Qinghong staring at him intently.

"Senior sister, what's wrong?"

Wei Changfeng couldn't help but ask, touching his face.

"Ah, no... nothing..."

Yu Qinghong blushed, looking particularly cute and charming.

She hesitantly asked, "Did you... did you learn the horizontal draw technique before?"

Wei Changfeng shook his head, "No, I really didn't!"

Yu Qinghong still couldn't believe it, "Then how did you grasp the key points of the horizontal draw so quickly?"

Wei Changfeng understood and thought for a moment, "Maybe I have a high level of insight..."

High level of insight, that high!

He said it lightly, but Yu Qinghong suddenly felt an urge to pounce and bite Wei Changfeng hard.

To make you show off!

She really wronged Wei Changfeng, who wasn't showing off but stating a fact.

A thousand years ago, Wei Changfeng achieved the position of the Alchemy God, and his level of insight was unmatched. He could remember any alchemy formula after seeing it once and deduce its essence.

For an alchemist, insight is the most important talent. Even with endless materials and years of practice, a dull person might not be able to refine decent pills.

For a martial artist, although insight is not as crucial, it is still an important talent.

In this life, Wei Changfeng already possessed outstanding martial talent, and with this extraordinary insight, mastering the essence of the horizontal draw technique in just six hundred attempts was not an impossible feat.

Yu Qinghong, comparing herself to him, couldn't help but feel a bit envious.

At this moment, her ears twitched, and after listening for a moment, she said to Wei Changfeng, "Master wants me to go over. You rest for two hours and then practice the side draw technique!"

Condensing qi into a beam, transmitting sound in secret!

This was a secret skill that only experts at the innate realm could master. Dongfang Caibai, far away in the pavilion, transmitted his voice to Yu Qinghong, but Wei Changfeng, standing close by, didn't notice at all.

The only thing that could be certain was that, despite the distance, Dongfang Caibai was still paying attention to the situation in the courtyard and could hear their conversation.

He nodded and immediately sat cross-legged on the ground, beginning to regulate his breathing.

According to Dongfang Caibai's requirements, he couldn't use true qi during the initial practice of the sword-drawing technique. After a thousand repetitions of the horizontal draw, Wei Changfeng's body was already exhausted.

If he hadn't grasped the essence of the technique at the six hundredth attempt, making the last four hundred attempts easier, he wouldn't have been able to persist until now.

It was also thanks to the frequent baths in the Dragon Tiger Soup, which strengthened his body, that he could endure.

Even so, his physical strength was almost depleted, and he was drenched in sweat.

With limited time, Wei Changfeng quickly entered a state of complete focus, driving the Dry Yang True Qi to circulate through his body, gradually restoring his strength.

After completing a full cycle, he opened his eyes.

Yu Qinghong had already returned, her face a bit strange, "Wei Changfeng, Master wants you to come in the morning from now on!"

"In the morning?"

Wei Changfeng was taken aback, "I have to be at the library in the morning, I have many things to do."

"You really..."

Yu Qinghong didn't expect Wei Changfeng to be so ungrateful, almost jumping in anger, "Do you understand Master's intention?"

Dongfang Caibai wanted him to come in the morning because he saw his talent in swordsmanship and wanted to spend more time cultivating him.

This was no longer the treatment of a temporary disciple!

Wei Changfeng apologized, "I'm sorry, Senior sister, I promised Master Ouyang."

He understood Dongfang Caibai's intention but couldn't neglect the library. On one hand, he needed to perform acupuncture for Ouyang Feng to dispel the evil, and on the other hand, he had to learn martial arts and the Dry Yang True Law from him.

One cannot have both fish and bear's paw, so he had to let down Dongfang Caibai's kindness.

Yu Qinghong tilted her head and said angrily, "Forget it, just don't regret it in the future!"

Wei Changfeng smiled helplessly.

"What are you smiling about!"

Yu Qinghong scolded, "Start practicing the side draw technique, a thousand times!"

Wei Changfeng still smiled helplessly, "Senior sister, it hasn't been two hours yet."

"I say start, and it starts. Who's the senior sister here?"

Yu Qinghong said unreasonably, "Practice a full thousand times, and for every mistake, do ten more!"

Wei Changfeng knew he had angered his senior sister and could only shake his head, stand up, and hang the long sword at his waist.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The sound of the long sword being drawn from its scabbard echoed in the courtyard again!

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