Douluo Continent: Martial Soul Heavenly Dao Umbrella, Seven Kills Annihilation

Chapter 192 Jiang Nian: Suddenly Wants to Be a Teacher

Feng Bailong felt he had let his teacher down; he hadn't expected to be defeated by a junior carrying bamboo poles—it was utterly humiliating…

"Yes, I hope Sect Master Feng will keep his promise."

"sure."

Feng Bailong coughed twice, stood up, patted the dirt and dust off his body, and a relieved smile appeared on his face.

Since things have already come to this, we might as well accept reality.

Following behind this holy son doesn't seem so hard to accept.

at least.

In terms of kendo, I am completely convinced.

"The sect leader actually lost?! Jiang Nian's understanding of the sword is probably no less than that of a titled Douluo!"

"Waaaaah~ I really want the Holy Son to teach me, even if it's just by holding my hot sword hilt."

"Whose sword hilt is hot? Hmm... no, that's not right."

Jiang Nian looked at the mountain peak where the Wind Sword Sect was located, which was somewhat similar to the fantasy world of immortals and heroes he had imagined.

"Holy Son, you must be tired from your journey. Why don't you rest at our Wind Sword Sect for a while?"

Jiang Nian stroked his chin and hummed in agreement.

Feng Bailong immediately instructed his disciples to prepare accommodations for them.

Not long after.

Jiang Nian, Qing Yu, and Zhu Zhuqing arrived at a small manor atop the main peak of the Wind Sword Sect.

The environment here is beautiful, and there is also a small lake.

Small animals occasionally appear, causing Xiaobai to excitedly chase and play with them.

It's really quite nice to have a quiet retreat here.

The next day.

Jiang Nian practiced swordplay in the open space in front of the courtyard, taking breaks when he got tired.

A girl wearing cat ear headdress squatted on the steps watching a man practice swordsmanship, and she watched him for the entire morning.

When Xiaobai got tired of playing, it would lie down and sleep at her feet. Zhu Zhuqing quite liked its fluffy appearance.

While scratching with her little hands, Xiaobai smiled sweetly with the corners of her mouth turned up.

Before long, Qingyu called Zhu Zhuqing to cultivate together, and also fed her some whale glue.

"Squeak." Little White casually crossed his legs, holding a drink with a straw in his hand.

If the disciples of the Wind Sword Sect saw this, they would probably be shocked.

Whose mouse looks so human?!
Unbeknownst to him, Jiang Nian had already been staying at the Wind Sword Sect for three days.

With nothing else to do, he decided to go down and see how the disciples of the Wind Sword Sect practiced their swordsmanship.

Soon, on a remote mountain, Jiang Nian noticed a little girl practicing swordsmanship very seriously, but she seemed to have very little talent and hadn't even mastered the basics.

Jiang Nian didn't stay long before moving on to another place.

As evening fell, he passed by the mountain range called Qingyun Peak and found the girl still practicing her sword. Her clothes were soaked with sweat, but she did not stop.

When the night was very deep, her hands could no longer hold the sword, and she realized she had to go back to rest.

Jiang Nian was somewhat surprised. After glancing at her a few more times, he left.

The next day.

That girl started practicing swordsmanship before dawn, and apart from eating, drinking, and going to the toilet, she devoted almost all her time to practicing swordsmanship.

Jiang Nian watched silently without disturbing her.

Until the seventh day.

The little girl in the white training uniform stared blankly at the sword in her hand, took a deep breath to clear her mind of all distractions, and continued to swing her sword.

Behind her came a voice that made one unconsciously want to believe it.

"Incorrect posture leads to an unstable lower body."

"Too little force in the sword strike, wrong direction... Sigh, where's your teacher?"

Qin Rushuang was taken aback and turned to look at her. "Who are you?"

Jiang Nian didn't answer, but casually sat down in a chair and spoke in a low voice.

"Swing your sword again, with all your might."

"Don't hesitate, don't waver."

Although Qin Rushuang didn't know who this man was, she still couldn't help but want to try to do it his way.

Jiang Nian nodded in satisfaction, seeing that she was relatively obedient.

Then he continued to correct the girl's shortcomings.

It's really unacceptable that someone so diligent and hardworking hasn't even mastered the basics.

An hour later, Qin Rushuang lay on the ground, panting heavily, drenched in sweat. She usually wouldn't feel this tired even after cultivating for two or three hours, but she didn't expect to be unable to stand up after such a short time.

At this moment, Jiang Nian walked over, squatted down, looked at the determined girl in front of him, and transferred some soul power to her to help her recover.

"Where is your teacher? How come you're the only disciple in this mountain range?"

The girl's eyes dimmed, and she said softly, "My teacher... died in the Star Dou Great Forest two years ago. I was the only disciple of Qingyun Peak."

Jiang Nian shut his mouth and remained silent, obediently treating her.

Once the girl had recovered, she stood up, picked up her sword, and respectfully clasped her hands in a fist salute: "Thank you for your guidance, senior. I am deeply grateful."

"This is just the beginning. There's more to come."

Jiang Nian picked up a bamboo pole and used it to correct the girl's posture.

Qin Rushuang knew that this handsome older brother seemed to be going to teach her, and out of her desire to become stronger, she was very obedient.

"Don't bend over."

"Your lower body is too weak. You'll need to practice standing meditation for two and a half hours after this."

"Your sword is so weak, even my little white mouse looks more imposing with a stick."

Ten days later.

Jiang Nian, who used to find fault with everything, now occasionally offers a word of praise.

This girl's determination to become stronger is much stronger than I thought; she even gets up in the middle of the night to secretly practice her sword.

Jiang Nian discovered this twice, but he didn't stop her. He simply channeled his soul power into her to help her quickly enter a deep sleep, so that she could get plenty of energy after sleeping for two or three hours.

"Not bad, you can actually unleash a wisp of sword energy."

Looking at the broken boulder in front of her, Qin Rushuang finally showed a genuine smile.

She abruptly turned her head to look at the young man sitting on the recliner, took a deep breath, dropped the sword in her hand, and wanted to throw herself into his arms and have a good cry.

"Oh dear~" Qin Rushuang rubbed her forehead, the impulse in her mind instantly dispelled.

Jiang Nian put down his teacup and picked up the bamboo pole beside him.

"Stretch out your hand."

The little girl lowered her head, somewhat frightened, and stretched out her right hand, followed by a series of slapping sounds from her palm.

After ten taps, a tear rolled down her cheek. Her pitiful appearance made one want to hold her in their arms and comfort her.

"Do you know why I hit you?" Jiang Nian asked calmly.

"Yes...it was I who overstepped my bounds..." Qin Rushuang lowered her head and clutched the hem of her clothes, like a child who had done something wrong.

"Wrong! As a swordsman, you must always hold your sword! That is your means of survival!"

"Only when you have grasped the highest level of swordsmanship can you put down your sword and pursue other things."

Qin Rushuang stared blankly at the man in front of her, then lowered her head to pick up the sword she had just dropped.

"Big brother, I know I was wrong..."

Jiang Nian hummed in agreement, fiddled with the bamboo stick in his hand, and prepared to continue imparting some knowledge to her.

"Big brother... what is the highest level of swordsmanship like?"

"Do I have a chance to understand it?"

(End of this chapter)