Chapter 360: Shifting Intentions, A Chance Encounter with Swords p2
Lin Tianlu gasped and chuckled awkwardly: “This embrace is more than a thousand words, Shuya.”
Her ample breasts, nourished by Yin energy, were pressed against him, almost bursting out of her bodice, the firm and round curves clearly felt even through their clothes.
And unlike Ruoyu’s soft and delicate breasts, these were firm and resilient, incredibly round and perky, wrapped around her slender and alluring waist, incredibly supple and full of life.
Hearing his praise, Hua Shuya’s eyes sparkled with joy.
She whispered softly: “If you like it, Master, then hold me for a while longer.”
But then, she lowered her eyes and sighed: “But the bigger they get, the more they get in the way when I practice my swordsmanship.”
“In that case, I’ll have to help you modify your sword techniques, Shuya.”
“You’re spoiling me too much, Master.” The young woman couldn’t help but chuckle: “I should figure out these things myself, if I rely on your help for everything, Master, my sword heart will become too soft, I won’t be able to wield my sword.”
“That’s not necessarily true.”
Lin Tianlu cleared his throat and said earnestly: “Sword techniques, sword intent, and sword force are about fifty percent dependent on the swordsman’s own emotions. If one’s fighting spirit is strong and their aura imposing, then their swordsmanship will naturally be more powerful. And if a swordsman’s heart is filled with love, and their sword carries a protective intent, with proper guidance, it can also become an unstoppable force.”
“This…”
Hua Shuya was slightly stunned.
Fighting with love?
She quickly frowned in thought, a familiar figure appearing in her mind.
—Cheng Yishi.
That Madam Cheng, Sister Yishi, her Yin techniques had been quite ordinary at first, even her own Pure Yang Realm internal energy could easily suppress her.
But the terrifying power she had displayed later, although partly due to her increased Yin energy, was mainly because of… the boundless love in her heart.
Even now, whenever Hua Shuya recalled Cheng Yishi’s first encounter with Master, the fiery passion in her eyes was still frightening. Only after their marriage had that terrifying, almost crazed, love gradually subsided— But that love was just hidden deep down. Although it wasn’t usually visible, whenever she wielded her battle-axe, Hua Shuya had felt a sense of inferiority, as if she were no match for her.
“Master.”
“Did you have a realization, Shuya?”
“I want to try.”
Hua Shuya released him from her embrace. Although a blush still lingered on her cheeks, her expression turned serious again, regaining her usual cold and ethereal demeanor, her eyes clear and bright, her aura cold and noble, like a sacred and untouchable lotus flower.
She waved her sleeve gracefully, and a broken tree branch from not far away flew into her hand.
“Please take a look, Master, has my swordsmanship improved?”
Lin Tianlu smiled readily and spread his hands: “Show me, Shuya, I’ll watch carefully.” Although they had been intimately embracing just a moment ago, now she was wielding a sword, but seeing his disciple’s unwavering sword heart and diligent practice, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride and satisfaction.
“Mm!”
Hua Shuya exhaled softly, focused her mind, and gently raised the tree branch before her.
Then, with a flick of her sleeve, an ethereal and otherworldly aura emanated from her as she twisted, turned, and leaped, her graceful movements like a beautiful dance, each sword strike flowing smoothly and naturally.
Her long sleeves swirled, her skirt fluttered, her silver hair cascading down like a waterfall, her long and slender legs moving gracefully, like a fairy dancing in the garden, her cold and elegant expression as she wielded the “sword,” her eyes calm and serene, a sword dance unlike any other.
The tree branch in her delicate hand traced profound and agile arcs, like exquisite swordsmanship, with a hint of deep sword intent, ripples spreading like water waves with each swing.
Beneath the ethereal and celestial sword dance, a chilling killing intent quietly arose. If an ordinary person stepped into her range, they would be unknowingly slain.
However—
Lin Tianlu raised an eyebrow slightly, but his heart remained calm.
He had seen this swordsmanship countless times in Changling County.
The Star-Breaking Sword technique had already been modified by him many times, combined with the secret techniques she had learned in Lunar Valley. Having shed the fierce and brutal sword force of the battlefield, it showed signs of transforming into a new and unique style, complemented by her recently developed sword heart and sword intent, its power truly extraordinary.
But, ultimately, there wasn’t much improvement.
Nearly a month of cultivation hadn’t brought about any significant changes, her movements had simply become more fluid, her internal energy slightly stronger, she hadn’t truly achieved a breakthrough.
Just then, the young woman’s sword dance paused slightly.
She silently looked at the “sword” in her hand, her eyes flickering, as if she had also sensed her own bottleneck.
Lin Tianlu didn’t interrupt, quietly waiting for his disciple to gain some insights.
“…”
Hua Shuya felt a tightness in her chest, a growing frustration.
Where was she lacking?
She had a feeling of imminent breakthrough, yet something was still missing.
Her heart trembled slightly as she suddenly turned her head and looked at Lin Tianlu not far away.
Her restlessness and anxiety quietly subsided, the frustration and worry in her heart dissipating.
—Master was right here beside her.
Could the “fighting with love” that he mentioned earlier be referring to this moment?
After a moment of silence, Hua Shuya took a deep breath, her fingers pressing against the tree branch, a faint, watery light flickering around it.
Then, with a flick of her wrist, a clear sword light flashed before her. She bent her knees and leaped, like a bird taking flight, her swordsmanship free and unrestrained, like flowing water, fully expressing the tenderness in her heart.
Although her sword intent was cold and her sword force chilling, her heart was filled with an unprecedented warmth and passion, like a blazing fire.
And every move and every strike seemed to be fueled by the fire in her heart, spreading to her meridians and limbs.
A faint blush appeared on the young woman’s cold and elegant face as she pointed with her “sword,” spinning in mid-air, leaving behind clear sword marks.
Her swordsmanship became more graceful and feminine, the flickering sword light carrying an ethereal and otherworldly charm.
With just a glance, Lin Tianlu nodded with satisfaction, inwardly praising her.
Excellent swordsmanship!
However, there were still some flaws and areas for improvement.
He observed carefully and quickly transmitted a message softly: “Pause slightly after each strike, holding back some of your force, to store and accumulate power.”
“!”
Hua Shuya’s heart skipped a beat, but she quickly realized that it was his guidance. She focused her mind, pondering the deeper meaning behind his words, as her sword movements subtly changed.
“Raise your right arm slightly, tighten your energy.”
“Straighten your left leg, don’t let your footing become unstable.”
With every sword strike, the young woman couldn’t help but glance back, her expression still cold and aloof, but a gentle warmth flickering in her eyes.
She didn’t feel tired at all, as if an endless stream of power was surging from within her heart. Just being watched by her beloved, her swordsmanship became even more spirited and powerful.
…
Inside the villa’s kitchen.
Compared to the courtyard, this place wasn’t luxurious or grand, but it was fully equipped with all kinds of ingredients and seasonings.
Mao Ruoyu crossed her arms, watching Chi Lingyuan clumsily chopping meat, a smile on her face.
She hadn’t expected this noble and revered Chihuang to have such a… domesticated side. Although her movements were still clumsy, with more practice, she would surely become a skilled cook, a virtuous wife and good mother.
But she wondered who could make Miss Chi so devoted, even willing to learn how to cook?
Mao Ruoyu chuckled softly.
The answer was obvious.
But…
She looked at Chi Lingyuan’s busy figure, her eyes flickering.
Was it just her imagination, or was Miss Chi becoming more and more… familiar?
The more she looked at her face, the stronger the sense of familiarity became.
Could it simply be because of Miss Chi’s connection with Xuanling?
“I wonder how my husband and Shuya are doing?”
Cheng Yishi, casually leaning against the windowsill, murmured softly: “It’s so quiet, their relationship should have progressed a bit, right?”
Mao Ruoyu came back to her senses and looked back with a gentle smile: “Don’t worry, they’re getting married tomorrow, they’ll naturally restrain themselves and prepare.”
Clang——！
A clear and resonant sword cry suddenly echoed from outside the kitchen.
Mao Ruoyu and Cheng Yishi’s eyes widened in surprise, momentarily speechless.
So that young couple wasn’t being intimate, but practicing swordsmanship?!
