The results of training in the Northern Spirit Plains are judged based on the number and level of spirit beasts killed.
Mu Yuan estimated that once he mastered the Draw Sword Technique, he could completely stand on his own.
"Even if you smile at me like that, it's no use, I won't agree."
Mu Yuan said calmly.
True strength requires the refinement of blood and tears.
The nine hundred and ninety-nine novels only taught Mu Yuan theory, and those theories needed to be put into practice.
Just like Mu Chen, after experiencing the Spirit Road, a maturity that didn't match his age occasionally showed beneath his immature cheeks.
Although Mu Chen kept silent about the Spirit Road, Mu Yuan knew everything.
In the Spirit Road, Mu Chen had experienced countless life-and-death battles.
He was only a teenager, after all.
In the Spirit Road, one had to push their wisdom and mentality to the extreme. Otherwise, a moment's carelessness would mean elimination, and they would have to wait in the safe zone for the end of the trials.
"Hmph!"
Tang Qian'er snorted, glaring fiercely at Mu Yuan.
She had refused many invitations, yet this guy didn't want to team up with her.
It was infuriating.
"Don't glare at me, I won't be charmed by your beauty."
"Little Mu, you and Qian'er team up to train in the Northern Spirit Plains."
Mu Yuan pouted, but thought to himself:
To practice the Draw Sword Technique, I need to find a longsword first.
"Why me?"
Mu Chen asked helplessly.
"Your strength is too weak. I don't want to be held back by you."
Mu Yuan said seriously, then put his hands behind his back and left the Spirit Technique Room, leaving the two of them stunned.
Mu Chen: "..."
Tang Qian'er: "..."
After a long while, Tang Qian'er finally recovered, and complained angrily:
"This guy really deserves a beating!"
"Sister Qian'er, when will you and Brother Yuan get married?"
Mu Chen blurted out.
Tang Qian'er didn't refute, and her delicate face instead flushed slightly.
Thinking that they were in public, she immediately put on a stern expression:
"You didn't seem too keen on teaming up with me just now?"
"I'm only at the mid-stage of the Spirit Movement stage. If we don't get a Spirit Essence Pill, don't blame me for holding you back."
What Mu Chen said wasn't just a polite gesture. After all, he currently appeared to be only at the mid-stage of the Spirit Movement stage. In Northern Spirit Academy, there were many who were better suited.
"We'll see what happens when the time comes."
Tang Qian'er said, gently twisting the dark red jade slip in her hand with her slender jade finger.
"Then I'll just have to risk my life to accompany you."
Mu Chen could only nod.
That jade slip recorded an offensive spirit technique called the 'Senluo Death Seal'.
This Spirit Technique held a fearsome reputation within the Northern Spirit Academy, and naturally, it was extremely powerful.
However, cultivating this Spirit Technique required a domineering spiritual energy.
The Great Futu Technique he cultivated possessed a dark, obsidian-like spiritual energy that was definitely not comparable to ordinary spiritual energy. That domineering nature should be sufficient to handle the cultivation of the Senluo Death Seal.
It was just that the old man managing the Spirit Technique Room was extremely rigid and stubborn. If he didn't approve, no one could take a Spirit Technique from him.
However, Tang Qian'er was extremely adept at dealing with such old men.
"I wonder what Spirit Technique Brother Yuan just chose?"
After Mu Chen walked out of the Spirit Technique Room, he couldn't help but murmur to himself.
Northern Spirit Academy, training grounds.
Numerous students were sweating profusely, and clear, loud shouts, filled with vitality, spread far and wide.
"9999, 10000..."
Mu Yuan was swinging the longsword in his hand under a large tree, repeating an action, drawing his sword.
Very few of the Northern Spirit Academy students used weapons; they could only be custom-made.
This longsword was something he had the blacksmith custom-make yesterday.
The blade was three feet seven inches long, and weighed seven pounds thirteen ounces, a Black Sheath Longsword of a unique shape.
It was completely made according to the dimensions of the longsword carried by Ximen Chuixue.
It could be considered a small martial arts dream of Mu Yuan.
Ximen Chuixue was always tall and straight, his white clothes like snow.
A smile from the Sword God could move immortals, Buddhas, ghosts, and gods!
"Hoo hoo."
The speed of the Draw Sword Technique was extremely fast, almost impossible to grasp.
He had been practicing this Draw Sword Technique for several days.
Unlike other sword techniques with many moves, the Draw Sword Technique only had one move: drawing the sword.
However, this drawing of the sword was different from the ordinary way. The Draw Sword Technique's drawing method was quite particular, involving the moves of cutting with the carp's mouth, slashing down, blood-shaking… and sheathing the sword.
"It's a pity, my Draw Sword Technique still hasn't reached the perfected state of drawing the sword a hundred times in one breath."
Mu Yuan paused, looking at the Black Sheath Longsword in his hand, a slight frown on his face.
To reach the perfected state of the Draw Sword Technique, one needed to achieve the unity of body, mind, and sword. Only then could there be a qualitative leap, drawing the sword a hundred times in one breath, unleashing an incredibly powerful sword technique.
Just then, a slender and graceful jade hand suddenly reached out from behind, patting his shoulder.
And just as that jade hand landed on Mu Yuan's shoulder, his black eyes instantly turned cold. He gripped the sword hilt with one hand, the other steadying the sword sheath.
"Clack!"
A flash of cold light, and the longsword was already drawn.
"Ouch."
A startled cry snapped Mu Yuan back to reality. He turned, his gaze falling on the slender waist before him. His eyes then slowly moved upwards, taking in the girl's apricot-yellow dress, her pert chest, and her graceful figure. She was quite alluring.
The coldness in his eyes quickly faded, replaced by a hint of embarrassment.
"What are you doing?" Tang Qian'er complained.
If she hadn't dodged in time, that sword would have nearly cleaved her in two.
"Sorry, I've been practicing. This Draw Sword Technique feels ingrained in my bones now; it's become a habit." Mu Yuan forced a smile.
A simple Black Sheath Longsword in Mu Yuan's hands seemed to possess a soul.
"What sword technique are you cultivating then? I haven't seen anything like it in the Spirit Technique Room," Tang Qian'er pouted.
She had been watching Mu Yuan repeatedly practicing the action of drawing his sword for the past few days, and was quite curious.
The Spirit Technique Room had no shortage of sword techniques, such as the Green Lotus Sword Song and the Four Seasons Sword Technique.
"A Draw Sword Technique," Mu Yuan said with a light smile.
"Draw Sword Technique?" Tang Qian'er exclaimed softly.
She was, after all, a princess of the Tang Domain, and therefore quite knowledgeable.
In the Great Thousand World, there was a super giant, the Sword Domain, which rivaled the Endless Fire Domain and the Martial Realm.
It was the sword cultivation holy land that sword practitioners in the Great Thousand World aspired to, gathering almost all the sword experts of the Great Thousand World.
"It's said that this kind of sword technique is extremely difficult to cultivate."
"Because when others have already drawn their swords, you're still drawing yours, it's hard for your speed to surpass theirs."
"And if your speed isn't fast enough, your fate is already sealed. You could say that this sword technique, when mastered, is incredibly powerful, but the requirements are too high. You must be extremely fast, faster than any opponent, to achieve a one-hit kill."
"I know."
Mu Yuan understood that Tang Qian'er was kindly reminding him.
If the Draw Sword Technique isn't fast enough, not only can it fail to draw blood with each strike, but it can also backfire, putting the user in a dangerous situation.
"So, you've succeeded in your training?"
Tang Qian'er asked, her willow-leaf eyebrows furrowed.
"I've made a little progress."
Mu Yuan smiled and drew his sword again.
With a soft 'clack', the longsword was already back in its sheath.
Tang Qian'er's rosy lips parted slightly, her cheeks filled with astonishment!
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