Novel Full Chapter 220 - 220 Swordsmanship
220 Swordsmanship
Su Cheng took out the pill and threw it to them. He said, “Take it and give it to Lady Rong. Let her arrange it.”
“We understand,” the two men replied.
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Dong Xi cultivated the entire night. She planned her time very well. In the morning, she would practice her swordsmanship. In the afternoon, she would refine pills or body. At night, she would cultivate properly, balancing work and rest.
Dong Xi’s swordsmanship was already very proficient, but its power was still a little lacking. This swordsmanship was the signature of Daoist Yijian, so it was impossible for it to be so weak. It was most likely that Dong Xi had not mastered it.
When she arrived at the sword-testing stone, there were already many disciples there. She did not know if they had come very early or if they did not go back to rest at all.
Dong Xi took out her wooden sword and found a corner. Just as she got into position, it started to rain before she could start.
The surrounding disciples lit up their spiritual energy shields one after another, but Dong Xi didn’t, allowing the rain to fall on her body.
The rain was getting heavier and heavier. Dong Xi closed her eyes and heard the sound of the wind, the rain, and the sound of her fellow disciples practicing their swordsmanship…
As the sound of the rain grew louder and louder, a blurry world appeared in Dong Xi’s mind. Dong Xi did not have any divine sense now, so these were only images formed by her perception.
The raindrops in the sky fell directly from the clouds. Dong Xi raised her hand and the sword in her hand was raised, the tip of the sword facing the raindrops.
Ding…
After cultivating the sword technique for hundreds and thousands of times, Dong Xi’s movements became faster and faster, and the raindrops falling on her body became fewer and fewer.
The surrounding crowd noticed Dong Xi’s actions and stopped, looking at her.
Dong Xi did not use any spiritual power, only her sword technique. However, no one doubted the power of this sword technique.
When the sword shadow turned into a protective barrier around Dong Xi, all the raindrops were repelled. Dong Xi suddenly stabbed her sword into the sky.
She cut through the rain!
The rain clouds scattered, the sun shone down from above the clouds, and the rain disappeared for a short time, but it did not take long for it to return to its original state.
Dong Xi let out a breath of turbid air. Her heart was surging, and she wanted to shout out in joy.
When the surrounding crowd saw Dong Xi put away her sword, they immediately stepped forward and spoke.
“Junior Sister, you’re amazing!”
“It hasn’t been long since Uncle-Master Yijian taught you this sword technique, but you’ve already reached such a realm. I’m truly impressed!”
“Junior Sister, can you give us some pointers?”
…
Dong Xi was also very happy to hear everyone’s compliments, but she also knew her own limits.
This time, Dong Xi had also borrowed the momentum of the storm. Using this momentum to comprehend sword arts should have been an opportunistic move.
Dong Xi was surrounded by the crowd, all asking her to spar with them.
There was no swordsman who did not want to fight. When Dong Xi heard everyone’s request, she also wanted to give it a try. It was impossible for one person to improve faster than two people sparring.
But just as Dong Xi was about to agree, a person ran over with his eyes fixed on the spiritual energy shield. That person shouted, “My brothers and sisters, hurry! Quickly go to the square, the Sect Master is going to gather the souls of a few of our former sect members!”
Dong Xi immediately perked up. Sparring was fine at any time and place, but if she missed this soul gathering, who knew when the next time would be?
The others had the same idea as Dong Xi. They took out their magic weapons one after another or stepped on their swords directly… They quickly gathered at the square.
The Sword Sect was rather far away from the square. By the time the disciples of the Sword Sect arrived, all the good spots had already been taken.
Dong Xi sat on the little green leaf and found Ke Xin, who was in the crowd. Ke Xin looked at the many magical artifacts in front of her and sighed, “Isn’t it still blocked?”
Dong Xi was very optimistic. Pointing at the gap between the two magical artifacts, Dong Xi said, “Just make do, there are too many people in the sect.”
In addition to the unjust deaths of those disciples, many people did not dare to continue going out to train and all stayed in the sect.
While Dong Xi and Ke Xin were talking, a bird flew over.
Then, a figure appeared in front of Dong Xi and Ke Xin. There was a feather under her feet. It was Chi Yan.
“I can’t believe there are so many people in our sect and so many magic tools,” Chi Yan said “I almost couldn’t find you.”
Ke Xin looked at Chi Yan and said, “There are still quite a few people who haven’t come yet. Those who are in closed-door training, or those who are just not interested.”
Chi Yan shook her head, looked at Dong Xi, and said, “I’ve just come out of seclusion. I heard others say that this matter is related to you?”
Dong Xi nodded. After thinking for a moment, she started to shake her head again. Dong Xi said, “It’s somewhat related, but not much.”
The feathers on Chi Yan’s head had already regrown. Hearing Dong Xi’s words, Chi Yan asked doubtfully, “What do you mean?”
“Although I’ve spoken to the Sect Master about this, he wouldn’t have agreed to this just because of me,” said Dong Xi. “It’s probably something else.”