Ye Qiu was practicing the cultivation techniques of the Dugu clan, under the guidance of Dugu Qiujian. Although he couldn’t see with his eyes, his powerful senses could feel everything.
Every single movent of Ye Qiu had long been within the heart of Dugu Qiujian.
Whether it was the Flood Dragon Devil Fist or the Great Turtle Breath Evasion Technique, having soone to guide him in these unique techniques of the Dugu clan made Ye Qiu’s progress much more efficient.
There was no need for him to spend too much ti pondering; any confusion Ye Qiu had about the techniques in the past was clarified imdiately by consulting Dugu Qiujian.
Dugu Qiujian praised Ye Qiu, saying his martial arts aptitude was even better than his own, with the potential to stand at the pinnacle of martial arts.
After practicing several days of cultivation techniques with Dugu Qiujian, seeing the significant progress Ye Qiu had made, he was very pleased.
"Do you know why I call myself Dugu Qiujian?"
Ye Qiu shook his head.
"Actually, I nad myself. My martial path’s strongest isn’t in fist techniques, but in swordsmanship."
Speaking of swordsmanship, back in the day, Dugu Qiujian had swept across all prodigies with a single sword, being a singularly revered presence among the younger generation in the Sword Dao.
The Dugu clan produced various geniuses, whether in Sword Dao, martial arts with fists and feet, accumulating many techniques for the family, sothing other ancient clans could only envy.
Disciples of other ancient clans often sought guidance from Dugu Qiujian when they took the path of Sword Dao.
At the ti, according to the Dugu Clan Leader, if Dugu Qiujian was given more ti to grow, it was highly possible he could break through space with the sword, leave this earth, and roam the universe.
Unfortunately, if it weren’t for...
"I see you also use a sword. How’s your swordsmanship?" Dugu Qiujian noticed Ye Qiu’s Kusanagi Sword.
Ye Qiu scratched his head in embarrassnt. He used the sword purely because it was fast and sharp, more powerful against enemies. But if speaking of his swordsmanship, it could only be described as shallow.
Since Ye Qiu started using a sword, he had been figuring things out on his own, taking a makeshift path, with no training in specialized swordsmanship.
Thus, he felt a little embarrassed being questioned by a senior like Dugu Qiujian.
"Hehe... it’s not your fault. After all, your growth environnt is different. Anyway, starting today, I’ll guide you in swordsmanship. Although my current sword skills aren’t as good as they once were, my experience remains. If you can take the path of Sword Dao, I truly hope you can reach the highest peak."
Ye Qiu’s eyes lit up. If he mastered swordsmanship and used the Kusanagi Sword against enemies, its power would surely multiply several tis.
"Isn’t it too late to learn swordsmanship now?" Ye Qiu worried.
"It’s late, but you still have to learn it. Owning a great sword yet not knowing even a basic swordsmanship set, what kind of form is that?" Dugu Qiujian insisted.
Thus, Ye Qiu’s days of practicing swordsmanship began.
The wind and snow didn’t stop, and Ye Qiu practiced for hours on end, beneath the snow-capped peaks, wielding a sword and dancing, controlling the Kusanagi Sword with his swordsmanship, breathing life into it, each strike as nimble as a serpent, attacking freely.
During this ti, the little beast god ca not just once, demanding food from Ye Qiu.
Facing this petite deity, Ye Qiu couldn’t muster a respectful deanor, yet he quickly grilled the fish to satiate her, only getting back to sword training once she left full and satisfied.
Ye Qiu’s understanding of the path of swordsmanship improved rapidly. With his level, many simple things were imdiately clear. Even slightly complex challenges only required him a little ti for a sudden insight.
Each day, Ye Qiu’s swordsmanship improved. Dugu Qiujian saw his younger self in Ye Qiu; if he hadn’t been betrayed by Ji Bai Ri, his path in Sword Dao might have been even more fearso.
"Although nothing can be redone, I believe this boy’s future will certainly surpass mine," Dugu Qiujian confidently stated.
Ti flew, and in the blink of an eye, two months had passed.
Ye Qiu’s achievents in Sword Dao were quite satisfactory to Dugu Qiujian. With his high standards and demands, Ye Qiu’s accomplishnts were impeccable, not inferior to his own back then.
The more guidance he offered Ye Qiu, the more he realized Ye Qiu was an unpolished gem, holding greater potential for growth.
"It’s just this boy has too many things to focus on. Besides swordsmanship, he’s also delving into Formation and alchemy..."
Dugu Qiujian nearly stumbled upon hearing this.
Considering everything, Ye Qiu invested effort in so many fields yet still achieved his current martial arts level, showcasing an extraordinary martial aptitude, surpassing even the prodigies of his ti.
Nonetheless, Dugu Qiujian found Ye Qiu’s skills in Formation and alchemy surprising. After all, both these arts rival martial arts, especially in today’s ancient lands. Be it in Formation or alchemy, researchers are as rare as hen’s teeth. Only Ye Qiu likely mastered both.
"Following so many paths will inevitably affect your martial progress. Rember, in the martial path, greed leads to not digesting well." Dugu Qiujian cautioned.
"I’m aware of this, but all paths ultimately converge at a single point, as the saying goes, ’All roads lead to Ro.’ Although I’m on multiple paths, it also ans I have more options. If one path doesn’t reach the peak, I can switch to another. Others without this advantage can only stick to one path," Ye Qiu responded.
Hearing Ye Qiu’s perspective left Dugu Qiujian a bit helpless, but Ye Qiu indeed had a point.
"Alright, then. Our Dugu clan has always been strong-willed. I won’t stop you; as long as you believe your path is right, continue on it," Dugu Qiujian respected Ye Qiu’s decision, letting go of further concerns.
"Thank you, Uncle," Ye Qiu replied with a smile.
"Show your swordsmanship again..."
"Okay."
Ye Qiu’s expression shifted, and with the Kusanagi Sword in hand, it transford into a living dragon, weaving through the void,
Ye Qiu struck with force and precision. In his continuous swordsmanship, the wind and snow beca his embellishnts, transforming into various attacks. This scene turned the landscape into a traditional ink painting.
With day after day devoted to swordsmanship, Ye Qiu noticed his spiritual power slowly increasing once more. Now, compared to two months ago, his strength had significantly enhanced, reaching the late stage of the Mythical realm.
Only a step away from the late-stage pinnacle.
Ye Qiu’s gaze was resolute, drawing closer to the goal of reaching the Human King realm.
Below the snowy peaks, the cold night wind howled, the snow fell in great flurries. In this world, apart from the sound of the wind, there was silence.
For once, Ye Qiu did not practice overnight. He lay on a wooden plank, his eyes shining like stars, unable to fall asleep for a long ti.
His mind lingered on the words about his mother spoken by Uncle Dugu Qiujian.
"Was the downfall of the Dugu clan really related to my mother?"
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