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Ning Yue didn't hear a reply for a long time, so she turned to look at him.

Upon meeting Ning Yue's curious gaze, Yu Chuan immediately replied, "Okay, when!"

This is a golden opportunity!

Ning Yue deliberately shunned everyone else to see him, and even offered to spar with him! Although it was called a spar, given Ning Yue's strength, sparring with him was more like giving him pointers!

Yu Chuan's eyes sparkled, his joy and excitement almost overflowing, and he couldn't help but think.

Besides him, who else among these cultivators could receive such treatment?!

Yu Chuan was moved. He looked around anxiously, hesitated for a moment, and said, "...Shall we fight here?"

This is a spaceship, and it's traveling at high speed.

Yu Chuan wasn't too concerned about safety, but this was an extremely rare aircraft, and it would be disastrous if it were accidentally damaged.

Ning Yue looked around and said, "The space is enough. Minor squabbles are fine and won't cause any damage."

Minor squabbles...

Just then, all the disciples around had been arranged to leave by Shi Yinghan and the others, so Ning Yue directly designated an area and looked at Yu Chuan.

"Let's begin."

Yu Chuan was still a little taken aback and asked in a daze, "Start now?"

"Okay." Ning Yue nodded, drew out the Calling Bell, and placed it in front of him. "There won't be time later."

Ning Yue had noticed Yu Chuan staring at him long ago, and naturally knew that he wanted to spar with him again.

This fulfilled his wish; at least for Ning Yue, it served as a form of entertainment on the journey.

After she finishes instructing Yu Chuan, she still needs to answer questions for the other disciples, and she tries to finish them within the time it takes for the spaceship to fly.

After returning to the sect, I went straight to sleep!

Since Ning Yue had said so, Yu Chuan no longer refused. His expression became serious and earnest. He immediately drew his sword and looked at Ning Yue.

"Nice to meet you!"

Then, like a gust of wind, a surge of spiritual energy swept over!

Yu Chuan's gaze was fixed on Ning Yue, but just as he was about to touch him, Ning Yue suddenly vanished like a ghost.

He turned his head sharply and immediately focused on sensing the fluctuations of spiritual energy in the air, but he couldn't sense anything.

Yu Chuan thought to himself, "As expected of Ning Yue, even in this situation, he can still maintain his spiritual power without leaking out at all!"

He was still looking for Ning Yue, his mind wandering in amazement.

Suddenly, Yu Chuan felt a sharp pain in the back of his knee, his knee buckled, and he fell forward uncontrollably.

Fortunately, he managed to brace himself with his sword in time, preventing himself from falling flat on his face.

"What are you spacing out for?" Ning Yue's voice came from behind. "Your stance is unstable."

Yu Chuan quickly adjusted his movements and posture to launch the next round of attack.

When the sword wind came, Ning Yue stood still and did not move, but raised his hand to block Yu Chuan's attack.

The two swords clashed with a crisp sound, and the veins on the back of Yu Chuan's hand were bulging, showing how much force he had used.

Ning Yue, on the other hand, stood there calmly, one hand holding a sword and the other behind his back.

He bent his index finger and tapped Yu Chuan's wrist, which was holding the sword.

"You're raising your wrist too high. Do you not usually spar with female disciples?"

Yu Chuan subconsciously loosened his grip: "Yes."

"Hmm." Ning Yue nodded and said, "Although you lowered your hands during the fight, they were still slightly higher due to inertia. You've corrected that."

Yu Chuan immediately replied, "Yes!"

Ning Yue exerted a little force with his wrist, using the sword that collided with Yu Chuan's to flip Yu Chuan over.

Yu Chuan's back slammed heavily against the ground. He frowned slightly, endured the pain, and got up from the ground again.

They addressed the issues Ning Yue had pointed out and relentlessly attacked in Ning Yue's direction.

The commotion they caused wasn't huge, but it wasn't small either; in short, it attracted a lot of onlookers.

Some people were spitting jealousy: "He's just the second-ranked sword cultivator this year, how come he gets such favor from Ning Yue!"

"To be fair, Yu Chuan is really amazing. If it were us going up there, forget about learning and correcting our mistakes, we'd probably just panic and not know how to draw our swords."

"Bullshit! That's you! I'm sure I'll do a good job!"

"But it's really enviable! How come Ning Yue chose Yu Chuan of all people?"

Someone lowered their voice and whispered, "You don't know this, do you? When Ning Yue was disguised as Ning Ning, she was on good terms with Yu Chuan!"

"There's actually this kind of relationship?!" A surprised voice rang out.

"Absolutely! I heard they're very close!"

"If I had known this would happen, I should have tried to build a good relationship with Ningning back then!"

"It's not like you can just say you can play well and then you can play well. It's all about fate, you can't force it, understand?"

"Sigh, all I can do now is envy..."

The fight between Ning Yue and Yu Chuan became increasingly intense, and Ning Yue's eyes revealed a look of satisfaction.

As expected, Yu Chuan learned quickly and improved through practice.

In the short time it took to fight Ning Yue, Yu Chuan's comprehension improved by leaps and bounds, but due to physical inertia and hesitation, some of his moves were still not perfect.

But to achieve this in such a short time is already quite impressive.

Ning Yue no longer spent most of the time talking and instructing, and even managed to exchange a couple of serious moves with Yu Chuan while holding back.

Yu Chuan's vision finally managed to keep up with Ning Yue's speed, and the force in his hands had been trained into inertia by Ning Yue.

The sword flashed, slashing directly towards Ning Yue!

Ning Yue smiled, planted the tip of his sword on the ground, and pressed half of his body weight onto it.

He raised his leg and kicked Yu Chuan's wrist with precision!

Yu Chuan felt a sharp pain in his wrist, and the sword in his hand slipped from his grasp and fell to the ground with a thud!

The sound of impact rang in his ears. Yu Chuan didn't even rub his wrist before leaping to pick up the sword.

Ning Yue stomped her foot, and an invisible force sent the longsword flying directly into her hand.

Yu Chuan was taken aback.

Ning Yue looked at him with satisfaction: "You have done everything I asked. You can practice on your own afterward. That's enough for today."

Yu Chuan immediately bowed to Ning Yue, extremely solemnly saying, "Thank you... Senior Ning Yue for your guidance!"

Ning Yue waved her hand: "Just call me Ning Ning, there's no need to be so formal."

Yu Chuan blinked twice quickly: "...Okay."

He looked up at Ning Yue, then quickly lowered his gaze. Once he was out of the atmosphere of sparring with Ning Yue, he became very reserved and somewhat embarrassed around Ning Yue.

...I was able to chat with Ning Yue just fine before.

Ning Yue felt that since she and Yu Chuan were the same age, it was quite uncomfortable for someone her age to call her "senior" to her face.

Let's just do whatever makes us comfortable...

The crowd that had gathered around them hadn't dispersed yet, all looking at Ning Yue and Yu Chuan with curiosity and envy.

Ning Yue cracked her knuckles, then turned and walked towards the lounge: "Everyone, go home, go home... I'm tired."

Yu Chuan watched Ning Yue's retreating figure when suddenly, Ning Yue's steps faltered without warning.

He heard Ning Yue make a soft "tsk" sound.

Ning Yue frowned slightly and muttered softly, "I forgot to suppress it..."