"Ahem, it's nothing, I was just thinking about some things, don't mind it." Murong Huai waved his hand awkwardly.
Seeing this, Qian Xunji didn't dwell on it, but instead said:
"Your name is Murong Huai, so I will call you Xiao Huai. Your teacher, Pope Qian Daoliu, is my father.
You can just call me Senior Brother."
"Senior brother," Murong Huai said, bowing.
Qian Daoliu nodded and continued:
"Xiao Huai, your teacher said you have outstanding talent in swordsmanship, so he sent your senior brother to guide you in practicing the Angel Sword Technique."
Upon hearing this, Murong Huai was pleasantly surprised.
Although Qian Xunji was no match for Tang Hao later on, the other party was still an absolute cultivation genius and a god-level martial soul possessor.
Even if he was weak, he was still one of the weaker ones among the top group. Compared to others, he was still a strong person.
The tenth-ranked player was last in the top ten, but compared to those who came after him, he was a strong player.
However, Qian Xunji only played in the peak competition, was severely injured by Tang Hao, and was eventually killed by Bibi Dong.
Qian Xunji is a member of the Qian family, so he is naturally proficient in the Angel Sword Technique.
Although he is not as good as Qian Daoliu, he is more than capable of guiding the current Murong Huai.
"Now, I will suppress my soul power to the same level as yours.
Use the level of swordsmanship you have now mastered to swing your sword at me." Qian Xunji conjured a golden sword and said to Murong Huai.
Upon hearing this, Murong Huai nodded, took a deep breath, and the Immortal Lord Nine Arrivals Sword appeared in his hand, his eyes revealing an innate sharpness.
Then Murong Huai charged forward with his sword, unleashing a series of basic sword moves, the blade sharp and menacing.
However, Qian Xunji remained unfazed, standing still and casually swinging his longsword, easily deflecting Murong Huai's attacks.
Seeing this, Murong Huai continued his attack, his longsword flashing repeatedly.
"Your sword is too soft!" Qian Xunji suddenly interrupted Murong Huai's movements with a sharp shout, deflecting his sword with a backhand strike.
Murong Huai staggered back, his hands burning.
Qianxun approached slowly, her fingertips lightly touching the spine of Murong Huai's sword.
A golden light instantly flowed into the blade, and the sword rang out like a dragon's roar, causing ripples in the air. "Watch closely,"
Qian Xunji let out a low shout, his figure suddenly moving, his sword light pouring down like a galaxy, each move carrying divine power, leaving golden trails as it slashed through the sky. Murong Huai's pupils shrank sharply, seeing that Qian Xunji's sword moves were unpredictable, sometimes like a thunderbolt, sometimes like a gentle spring breeze, but in reality, they concealed deadly intent.
Seeing this, Murong Huai quickly parried with his sword, but Qian Xunji's sword moves were too fast, and several parts of his body were grazed by Qian Xunji's blade.
Of course, the latter held back his strength and wouldn't actually injure his opponent.
After a while, Qian Xunji forced him back and slowly stepped forward, his tone slightly softening:
"The sword is an extension of the heart. If you fear failure, the sword will hesitate; if you crave glory, the sword will become restless."
Qian Xunji's gaze was piercing, sweeping over Murong Huai's tense shoulders, his voice deep and thunderous:
"Angel Sword Technique is not a contest of strength, but a reflection of the heart.
You must first sever distracting thoughts and let the sword resonate with your soul power."
Again!!!
Upon hearing this, Murong Huai took a deep breath, gripped his sword again, and said, "Sever all distracting thoughts, let the sword resonate with my soul power..."
This time, his movements were no longer stiff; the sword light flowed naturally like water.
Though not as powerful as Qian Xunji's, it already possessed a nascent spirit.
Then, Murong Huai leaped forward, his sword pointing eastward. In the bright daylight, stars suddenly twinkled.
"—Morning Star Begins!!!"
A golden, arc-shaped sword aura was unleashed, hurtling towards Qianxun with a hint of divine sword intent.
Qian Xunji nodded slightly, a hint of approval flashing in his eyes.
He raised his hand and unleashed a similar Morning Star Strike, shattering the opponent's sword energy.
"Good. Remember, the essence of the Angel Sword Technique lies not in conquest, but in protection.
The Angel Sword protects humanity and slays evil."
Murong Huai nodded. The Morning Star Dawn he had just used was far more powerful than yesterday's move, a significant improvement.
Although Qian Xunji maintained a calm expression, he was inwardly shocked.
"Holy crap, what kind of monster is this?
He learns it just by being told it once?
How many times did my dad beat me before I finally figured it out?
It's like the saying goes, 'The rich get richer, the poor get poorer...'"
"Thank you for your guidance, Senior Brother." Murong Huai bowed to Qian Xunji.
Upon hearing this, Qian Xunji shook his head and said:
"Indeed, Father was right. You do have an exceptional talent for swordsmanship, far surpassing mine back then."
"Alright, I observed your basic sword moves just now, and there are still many problems.
If this continues, it will cause significant flaws. Next, you will practice your sword, and I will guide you step by step."
"I'll correct all the problems in your basic sword techniques first, then I'll teach you the Angel Sword Technique."
"Alright, thank you for your trouble, Senior Brother."
Murong Huai nodded, then took the Immortal Lord Nine Descent Sword and went to the open space to practice basic sword moves, with Qian Xunji providing guidance from the side.
"Lower your stance a little more..."
"Raise the sword a little higher, make it level with your shoulder, hold it at shoulder level..."
"You must hold the sword firmly, otherwise the enemy will flick it with the slightest touch and your sword will slip from your hand!"
"Only when the mind is free of distractions when wielding the sword can one achieve true clarity of mind regarding the sword..."
"Swing again..."
"..."
With Qian Xunji's guidance, Murong Huai's swordsmanship improved rapidly.
He had mastered the basic sword moves and had developed a certain air of authority when wielding his sword.
...,
On the other side, the offering hall.
"Your subordinate pays respects to the High Priest."
Qian Pocheng looked at the handsome man in a blue robe below the stage and said:
"Qingluan, how is the construction of the warships by the Engineering Department progressing?"
The man below the stage was none other than the future Third Elder of the Hall of Worship, Qingluan Douluo, who is now the Third Elder of the Hall of Elders.
He has a soul power of level 94, and his strength is below that of Murong Huai's grandmother, Xiao Qingmei.
Upon hearing Qian Pocheng's words, Qingluan cupped her hands in response:
"Your Excellency, the Engineering Department has now built twenty large warships, each capable of accommodating five hundred people.
There are also eighty medium-sized warships, each capable of accommodating one hundred people, and several smaller warships..."
Upon hearing Qingluan's report, Qian Pocheng frowned, pondered for a moment, and then said sternly:
"Not enough, far from enough. We need at least fifty large warships and more than three hundred medium-sized warships.
Tell the engineering department to speed up the construction. I'll only give them a maximum of six months, whether it's to send more manpower or whatever..."
In short, all warships must be in place within six months, and their quality must meet the standards. If they fail to do so, they will be sent to the Hall of Punishments to face their own punishment!
"Yes, High Priest!" Qingluan quickly replied, bowing respectfully.
Qian Pocheng waved his hand, and Qingluan withdrew from the Hall of Worship. Subsequently, a burly man appeared in the second seat of the Hall of Worship.
He was the current Second Elder of the Hall of Worship, whose martial soul was the Star River Emperor Spear, and who was a peak Douluo of level ninety-seven—the Emperor Spear Douluo.
"Brother, is time really that tight?" Xinghe asked Qianpo City with a solemn expression.
Qian Pocheng nodded and said:
"Yes, I can sense that person's strength is constantly increasing.
He has formidable talent and is an ambitious, selfish, and ruthless individual. Once he breaks through, he will disregard everyone's opposition, break the rules, and start a war. We must strike first!"
Upon hearing Qian Pocheng's words, Xinghe nodded solemnly and sighed:
"Sigh, it's truly terrifying to see someone break through like that..."