Douluo: Martial Soul Asura Sword, Supreme Killing God

Qian Daoliu stared intently at the sword in Su Mo's hand, his gaze deep.

He vaguely sensed that the quality of the sword's spirit was even higher than his own Six-Winged Angel spirit, making it undoubtedly a god-level spirit.

But he was still somewhat worried that Su Mo would succumb to temptation and fall into depravity.

Those fallen soul masters are those whose martial souls possess the unique characteristics that allow them to rapidly increase their strength by absorbing life force or through other unorthodox methods. They succumb to temptation and go astray.

Qian Daoliu's expression suddenly became serious: "Su Mo, you must remember that power itself is neither good nor evil; the key lies in the person who uses it."

A sword can be used to kill, or it can be used to protect.

Your path is destined to be full of temptations and trials; do not be controlled by power, but control power.

Su Mo nodded earnestly, his gaze firm: "Yes, disciple will remember."

Although his teacher was Qian Xunji, Qian Daoliu was now teaching him swordsmanship, so he was naturally considered half a teacher and thus referred to himself as a disciple.

Qian Daoliu nodded slightly, a hint of satisfaction flashing in his eyes.

Su Mo was only six years old, but his eyes were clear and calm. He did not flinch or show any fear when facing my gaze. Such a temperament is truly rare.

"Put away your martial spirit and come with me." Qian Daoliu turned and walked out of the hall.

Su Mo withdrew his martial spirit and quickly followed.

The two walked upwards, passing through the offering hall, and following the winding stone steps in the mountains.

Before long, the view suddenly opened up, revealing a flat area in the mountains, surrounded by pine and cypress trees, with clouds and mist swirling around it. In the distance, the mountains rose and fell, appearing and disappearing, like a fairyland.

A huge blue stone lies horizontally on the edge of the cliff, its surface covered with crisscrossing sword marks, some deep and some shallow, densely packed, clearly indicating that it was once used for sword practice.

"Sit down," Qian Daoliu said.

Su Mo sat down cross-legged as instructed, placing her hands on her knees and straightening her back.

Qian Daoliu stood opposite him with his hands behind his back, his robes and golden hair fluttering gently in the breeze.

"Today, I will first tell you about the realms of swordsmanship." His voice was unhurried, yet clearly reached Su Mo's ears. "Swordsmanship is divided into three realms: sword intent, sword domain, and the unity of man and sword."

"Sword intent is the direction of the mind and the path of the sword. Everyone has a different temperament and different experiences, so the sword intent they comprehend is also different."

Some sword intent is as sharp as the wind, some as heavy as a mountain, and some as fiery as fire—all are manifestations of one's true nature.

"Sword Domain is the sublimation of sword intent after it has reached its peak. The intent transforms the intangible into the tangible, and the sword intent covers a certain area of ​​the world, forming its own domain."

"The unity of man and sword is the ultimate realm of swordsmanship. Man is sword, and sword is man. Grass, trees, bamboo and stones can all be swords."

"Xiao Mo, everyone's way of swordsmanship is different. I can only tell you my experience and the path I have taken."

As for what you can learn and how far you can go, that depends entirely on yourself.

I can teach you the techniques of swordsmanship step by step, but ultimately, you must walk the path of the sword yourself.

"Yes, Grandpa Qian." Su Mo nodded seriously.

He already had a general idea in his mind: the Asura Demon Sword was all about killing and was born for slaughter; his swordsmanship was destined to be related to killing.

"Next, I will share my cultivation insights with you..."

Sendou Ryu began his narration.

His words were concise and to the point, without a single wasted word, and every sentence went straight to the heart of the matter.

Su Mo listened intently, writing down every word and digesting it with his own understanding.

He wasn't impatient when he couldn't fully grasp some points immediately; he simply memorized them and would slowly comprehend them later.

After an unknown amount of time, Qian Daoliu's voice abruptly stopped.

"That's all for today. Go back now and digest what you've learned today. Starting tomorrow, come here every morning and practice for one hour."

Su Mo stood up and bowed respectfully: "Goodbye, Grandpa Qian."

After saying that, he turned around and walked down the mountain along the stone steps he had come from.

Behind him, Qian Daoliu stood with his hands behind his back, watching Su Mo's figure disappear without moving for a long time.

……

The next morning, as dawn broke.

After a quick wash and breakfast, Su Mo went to the mountaintop alone.

As soon as he stepped onto the flat ground, Qian Daoliu's figure quietly appeared not far away.

"Grandpa Qian," Su Mo greeted.

Qian Daoliu nodded: "Xiao Mo, all sword techniques start from the basics. Without a solid foundation, everything is just a castle in the air."

The techniques are ever-changing, but only by mastering the fundamentals can one truly wield the sword as freely as one's own arm.

He picked up a dry twig and held it in his hand: "Let me demonstrate for you first, watch carefully."

As soon as the words were spoken, a thousand streams flowed.

In his hand was just a withered branch, but in his hands, that withered branch seemed to transform into a peerless sword.

Each of his basic sword moves was imbued with a fierce sword aura, the tree branches whistling through the air.

What was a simple action, in his hands, possessed the power to turn the ordinary into the extraordinary.

Su Mo watched intently, his eyes following Qian Daoliu's every movement and every detail of his exertion.

As the final move came down, Qian Daoliu stopped and stood up, casually tossing the withered branch on the ground.

"You do it once."

Su Mo nodded and released the Asura Demon Sword Martial Soul.

He took a deep breath and began to imitate the cat.

Qian Daoliu stood with his hands behind his back, watching Su Mo's dancing figure, a hint of relief flashing in his eyes.

Su Mo only watched it once. Although the movements were still a bit stiff and awkward, each move was quite impressive, showing that he indeed had good talent in swordsmanship.

In the following time, Qian Daoliu began to correct Su Mo's power exertion techniques and key points of the moves, correcting his every movement step by step.

He pointed out exactly where the force was applied incorrectly, where the steps should be fast or slow, and where the body should turn or sideways.

An hour later, Su Mo's back was soaked with sweat, and he had gradually mastered the essentials of those basic sword moves.

Such progress on the first day shows that Su Mo's talent in both cultivation and swordsmanship is top-notch.

"Alright, that's enough for today. You can go back now," Qian Daoliu said.

Su Mo sheathed his sword and bowed, saying, "Yes, goodbye, Grandpa Qian."

After saying that, he turned and walked down the mountain.

Chapter 12 Daily Study Plan and Practical Training

After coming down from the mountain, Su Mo went back to wash up, changed into clean clothes, and then went to the Papal Palace with Bibi Dong.

"Disciple greets Master." The two bowed to Qian Xunji together.

On the papal throne, Qian Xunji smiled gently and gestured for them to rise.

"Xiao Mo, Dong'er, your teacher has already made a study plan for you for the next year."

"First of all, while cultivation is important, theory is equally indispensable, so I study theoretical knowledge every morning."

"However, theory and strength alone are not enough without practical combat skills. So this afternoon will be for physical training and sparring, where you will have Soul Masters with higher strength to spar with you."

The sparring partners arranged by Qian Xunji were all loyal to the Spirit Hall.

After all, Su Mo and the other two are still young and cannot be exposed too early. At least they should wait until they have a certain ability to protect themselves.

If it weren't for her busy teaching schedule, Qian Xunji would have preferred to teach personally.

Qian Xunji paused for a moment, then continued, "In addition, you will inevitably get injured after training, and medicinal baths can not only strengthen your physique, but also eliminate the hidden injuries caused by training. Therefore, you will soak in medicinal baths in the evening, followed by meditation and cultivation time."

"This is the daily plan that your teacher has arranged for you."

"Yes, teacher," the two replied in unison.

"Books have been prepared for you in the study behind the main hall. Go now. If you have any questions, feel free to ask your teacher."

"Yes," the two replied in unison.

Su Mo and his companion entered the study, where there were two desks placed side by side, each covered with a large stack of books.

When Bibi Dong saw the thickness of the stack of books, her little face immediately fell.

"Ah, Su Mo, so many books... when will I ever finish reading them all?" she pouted.

"Take your time, a year is enough." Su Mo said, walking to the desk, sitting down, picking up the top book, and opening it.

Bibi Dong had no choice but to sit down next to him.

Su Mo looked at it very carefully.

The Papal Palace's library far surpasses that of the orphanage's library; it records every aspect of the Douluo Continent, with a more systematic and in-depth theoretical foundation.

In contrast, Bibi Dong clearly had little interest in reading.

Within fifteen minutes, her eyelids began to droop.

He held on for a while longer, but finally couldn't hold on any longer. His head lolled to the side, and he fell asleep on the table.

Su Mo looked up and shook his head helplessly.

No wonder she was so easily fooled by Yu Xiaogang. If she had just taken a serious look at the Spirit Hall's collection of books, she would have discovered that the so-called ten core competencies were nothing more than a collection of excerpts and summaries pieced together from various sources.

For example, the theory of ultimate spirit rings, each spirit ring is accurate to the year, as if hundreds or thousands of experiments have been conducted.

Where did Yu Xiaogang, a level 29 Great Soul Master, get this data from?

The answer is self-evident.

Su Mo withdrew his gaze and continued reading.

After some time, the morning classes were about to end.

Su Mo closed the book and turned to look to the side.

Bibi Dong was still asleep, her little face resting on her arm, her breathing even.