Being a reborn legitimate daughter is not easy

Chapter 206: The Sword Award

Chapter 206: The Sword Award

A torrential downpour swept through the capital during the day, and the night was even cooler than usual. The mountain air was exceptionally cold, and the branches and leaves were covered with dew, giving one a faint sense of the approaching winter.

When Ye Pianran first arrived at the foot of Xiling Mountain, she needed to wear a cloak, but after running around the foot of the mountain a few times, her body warmed up and she could no longer feel the cold temperature in the mountains.

Running was just a warm-up. As usual, after the warm-up, Ye Pianran would continue to comprehend the "Tai Su Ling Zhen Heart Method". However, unlike before, she no longer entered the cave to cultivate, but sat on the ground in the forest, feeling the natural flow of heaven and earth more closely.

Holding her breath and focusing her mind, Ye Pianran quickly became completely immersed in the mysteries of the Tai Su Spirit Needle Technique.

Chunyu Yang looked at her and the Lingyuan Vine that spread out around her, surrounding her, and a smile appeared on his lips, his gaze unusually gentle.

He withdrew his gaze, his face darkening, and said to Jingxuan, who stood obediently before him:

“These days I’ve had you practice sword techniques every day, it’s time to test how well you’ve learned. Come on, pick up your sword.”

Jingxuan glanced at the Hanlin Sword he had placed under the tree, nodded, raised the wooden sword in his hand, and said with a solemn little face, "Father, let's begin."

Chunyu Yang narrowed his eyes slightly, his fingers twitched, and something shot towards Jingxuan's face.

Jingxuan's heart pounded with nervousness. He leaped back a few steps and raised his sword to stab at the thing that was shooting towards him.

Feeling the wind brush past his ears, time seemed to stand still. Jingxuan saw the leaves pierced through the wooden sword, and his eyes showed undisguised joy.

Stab!

This move tests the skill of the rapier. However, this is far from over—

Something lunged at him from the side with lightning speed. Jingxuan quickly regained his composure, withdrew his wooden sword, and forcefully blocked it in front of him. With a crisp clang, he immediately cleaved the thing in two with his sword, then took two steps back and assumed a defensive stance.

Only then did he realize that what had just attacked him was a tree branch.

Following that, there were thirteen basic sword techniques, including hanging the sword, picking the sword, wiping the sword, and pointing the sword. By the time all the tests were over, Jingxuan was panting heavily, covered in sweat, and his hands were so sore that he almost couldn't hold the wooden sword.

But he remained energetic, gazing intently at Chunyu Yang, his eyes bright as stars:

"Father, how did Xuan'er perform?"

Ye Yankang did not participate in the test just now. He held a wooden sword in his hand, sucked on a finger, and looked at Chunyu Yang with a confused expression along with Jingxuan.

Chunyu Yang paused for a moment, then said, "It's far from enough."

Jingxuan's shoulders slumped, and he said dejectedly, "Xuan'er understands. Xuan'er will continue to practice sword techniques diligently, adding five hundred repetitions to each move every day, and will definitely not disappoint Father..."

“That’s natural, but—” Chunyu Yang’s words seemed to indicate a change of heart, and Jingxuan suddenly raised his head.

"From this day forward, I will begin to teach you swordsmanship. You must open your eyes and watch carefully, memorize this swordsmanship, and never forget it for the rest of your life," Chunyu Yang said earnestly.

"Really?" Jingxuan's eyes brightened again. He clenched his fist and asked excitedly, "What kind of sword technique is it?"

Chunyu Yang said, "The Qilin Sword Intent. This sword technique must be used in conjunction with the Cold Qilin Sword to unleash its full potential. Give me the wooden sword."

Jingxuan obediently handed the wooden sword in his hand to Chunyu Yang.

"Go, pick up your Cold Scale Sword."

Since pulling the Cold Scale Sword out of the cave, Jingxuan had been practicing sword techniques with a wooden sword and hadn't been able to touch the real sword again. He felt extremely unwilling to accept this, so he had been diligently completing the exercises assigned by Chunyu Yang these days, all in order to be able to use the sword as soon as possible.

Today, the day he's been waiting for has finally come.

Jingxuan walked to the tree, took a deep breath, and carefully bent down to pick up the Hanlin Sword.

His hands were still small, and one hand could not fully grasp the hilt of the sword. In addition, the Cold Scale Sword was made of real iron and was very heavy. When he held it, it felt as weighty as his title of "Prince".

Strangely enough, although this place is called Hanlin Sword and is usually chilling, when he holds the sword, he always feels a warmth from the blade, as if a familiar person is standing in front of him.

As if guided by some unseen force, he composed himself, his face became solemn, he drew his sword, gripped the hilt with both hands, and returned to Chunyu Yang's side.

Seeing this, Ye Yankang also wanted to imitate Jingxuan's sword-drawing technique, but he couldn't find a real sword to replace the wooden one in his hand. He was so anxious he almost cried, grabbing Jingxuan's sleeve and babbling incoherently:

"My...my...sword..."

Jingxuan paused, glanced back at him, and asked Chunyu Yang, "Father, can Kang Kang also learn the Qilin Sword Intent?"

Chunyu Yang shook his head and said, "He is not suited to using a sword. I will teach him to use other weapons."

Jingxuan had no choice but to coax Ye Yankang to go play somewhere else, but Ye Yankang didn't understand at all and burst into tears. Jingxuan had a sudden idea, ran back to the tree and stuffed the scabbard of the Hanlin Sword into Ye Yankang's hand.

"Sword..." Ye Yankang finally stopped crying after getting the "sword" and curiously examined the Qilin pattern on the scabbard in his hand.

Jingxuan breathed a sigh of relief, then returned to Chunyu Yang and adjusted his posture, saying, "Father, you may begin!"

Chunyu Yang originally intended to teach only Jingxuan, but Ye Yankang's actions left him somewhat helpless. However, he then thought that it would be good for another person to learn the sword technique, so that it wouldn't be lost in the future, and he felt relieved.

He raised the wooden sword in his hand and twirled it, saying, "Be careful."

The sword is drawn, and the wind rises.

"First move: Spirit Qilin Welcomes the Gods."

To make sure Jingxuan could see clearly, Chunyu Yang deliberately slowed down his movements. However, despite this, it was just a simple wooden sword with only the three simplest sword moves: thrust, parry, and point. Yet, in Chunyu Yang's hands, it seemed to come alive. As the sword techniques changed, one could faintly hear the roars of ferocious beasts, sending chills down one's spine.

Jingxuan watched very carefully, imprinting every move and stance deeply into his mind.

After finishing the dance, Chunyu Yang sheathed his sword and asked, "Did you see it clearly?"

Jingxuan nodded solemnly: "I see clearly."

“Come here,” Chunyu Yang said.

Jingxuan took a deep breath, suppressed his pounding heart, gripped the Hanlin Sword tightly, and, recalling Chunyu Yang's demonstration, began to practice earnestly, while Chunyu Yang carefully guided him from the side.

The sword was heavy, and he had to exert a great deal of effort to lift it, so the quality of his swordplay was not good. By the end of the first move, his arms were trembling with exhaustion.

“Father…” He looked up at Chunyu Yang with pleading eyes.

Chunyu Yang knew exactly what he was thinking and said coldly, "Continue."

Jingxuan gritted his teeth and could only try his best to lift the sword and practice the first move of the Qilin Sword Intent once again.

"Now you know why I made you train those 'useless' techniques in your eyes every day, right?" Chunyu Yang said, watching him struggle to demonstrate. "If you're not willing to learn and practice properly, I'd better hand this sword over to someone more suitable as soon as possible."

Feeling the sword tremble slightly in his hand, Jingxuan felt a surge of anger. He gripped the hilt tightly and said, "No! It's mine!"