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Afternoon: After high-intensity training.

The girl's smile faded slightly, but her imposing manner remained; she gestured towards the air:

"Hmph, in fifteen days, I'll definitely show that Scott what real swordsmanship is!"

night.

Standing before the training dummy, March 7th's eyes were lifeless, like a kitten whose soul had been drained, his entire being appearing as a burnt-out gray-white:

"Only cultivate...no play...three months of intelligence...and you'll become stupid..."

His voice was weak and feeble.

"Ah Qi, you need to straighten up. Have you forgotten about the bet? You don't want to squeal like a pig in public again, do you?"

Qiong held a bamboo fishing rod in his hand, chuckling strangely.

"Besides, do you even have the potential to become stupid?"

"While you're resting, the mechs are training."

"Master Qiong!"

Little March was gritting her teeth, her pink fur practically standing on end.

A day was enough for Qiong to correct her way of addressing her.

But only the way they address each other has changed; the flirtatious and affectionate tone remains exactly the same.

Yun Li's disciples all fell silent.

I wondered for a moment if I wasn't there to teach swordsmanship, but rather to be fed this sickeningly sweet dog food (a Chinese slang term for witnessing a couple's public display of affection).

Imagining himself grunting like a pig in a crowd in the future, the pressure of social death drives March Seven to pick up the Twelve Glass Swords once again.

Two six-glass swords, that makes twelve in total.

Hey~!

"Haaah~ Watch how powerful I am!"

"Hey! Do you still dare to call me stupid?"

As the sword flashed, the girl's aura suddenly increased, as if the mannequin in front of her had transformed into some annoying gray-haired master.

By the pool, Qiong was holding a fishing rod, his gaze fixed on the girl dancing with a sword.

He frowned and glanced at the four fat fish in the bucket at the feet of the hare.

He met the mocking look that Haitu gave him, a look that seemed to say, "That's all?"

"come on."

The Haunted Rabbit silently mouthed the words.

Qiong frowned, stood up, and walked towards March 7th.

"Xiao Qi, even in practice, you still lack soul."

Of course, he wasn't angry because of his position in the Air Force; he just wanted to calm himself down.

"soul?"

I don't know when it started, but the nickname changed from Ah Qi to Xiao Qi, which represents a decrease in seniority. Since we've already half-entered the master-disciple relationship, San Yueqi doesn't really care.

"What soul?"

Xiao Sanyue scratched her head. As a beginner in swordsmanship, she only knew how to follow Qiong and Yun Li's basic sword swings step by step.

"Stop trying to sow discord. Every move I taught March 7th was a technique honed through countless trials in Zhu Ming swordsmanship."

Yun Li looked at Qiong with displeasure.

She suspected that Qiong was telling her to keep her skills hidden and to hold back a trick up her sleeve.

"Let me demonstrate for you."

Qiong took the Six Glass Sword from March 7th, assumed a graceful starting stance, and temporarily equipped all the movement speed badges on her body.

Then.

"Sword strikes—shadow follows!"

The dazzling ice-blue sword light flashed like a swift celestial being, and the Six Glass Sword in his hand instantly disintegrated, with 1,200 pieces of six-phase ice crystals transforming into several ice shadows resembling the outline of Qiong's figure.

The icy shadow followed closely behind the main body, its sword light flickering erratically, exuding a chilling aura and concealing a deadly intent.

"Wow! So cool!"

March 7th opened its eyes wide.

Isn't this exactly the kind of move she dreamed of, the move of a dashing young swordsman roaming the martial world?

"This sword technique is called Cloud Comes".

Qiong sheathed his sword and stood with one hand behind his back, pretending to be serious.

In reality, it's just a variation of the combination of Yunying and Shunchen in the Taixu Sword Qi.

The Taixu Sword Qi has four forms: Guard, Transform, Activate, and Open, totaling twenty-one moves. Its profound moves can be described as encompassing all martial arts.

Once you've mastered the moves, imitating them to create a cool look is a piece of cake for Qiong.

"Did you understand? What is the most crucial difference between my sword-wielding movements and yours?"

Qiong patiently and skillfully guided him.

March 7th tilted her little head, and her pink lips moved slightly:

Speed? And power?

"fool!"

Qiong tapped her forehead lightly with her knuckles, clearly annoyed.

"Find the most essential part!"

"Ugh..."

March 7th covered her head with a pitiful expression, pouted her little mouth, and looked at him accusingly with her big, watery eyes.

So incredibly cute.

"I don't know about March."

Seeing Xiao Sanyue's remarkable understanding, Qiong shook his head helplessly, his tone filled with melancholy.

"The brilliance lies in the other name of the Cloud-Coming Sword Technique."

"Another name?"

Just like a college student hearing the teacher say that the final exam would be highlighted, Xiao Sanyue immediately sat up straight, ready to memorize the true secrets of the Cloud-Coming Sword Technique.

"This swordsmanship has a well-known name in the martial arts world—the Butt Slant Sword Technique, which was passed down from Shinnosuke Nohara."

"what?"

"what?"

Little March looked completely bewildered.

Qiong shoved the Six Glass Swords back into her hand and began spouting nonsense with a straight face:

"Didn't you notice? During my second basic attack, my buttocks made an elegant and crucial upward movement. This is the soul and essence of swordsmanship. Only by understanding this secret can one truly master it and unleash its unparalleled power!"

"So...that's the reason?"

On March 7th, she opened her clear, beautiful eyes wide, not understanding, but greatly shocked.

She tentatively imitated Qiong's movements, swinging her sword and lifting her hips.

"Yes, that's it. Stick your butt out a bit more. The key is to contract the muscles from your buttocks to your hands to make your sword swings more powerful."

While giving verbal instructions, Qiong naturally reached out and helped her adjust her posture and angle.

A touch of intoxicating blush appeared on the pink-haired girl's flawless, fair face.

"What the hell!"

Upon seeing this, Yun Li immediately lost her temper.

"Where can you find such an outrageous soul!"

"He's clearly just trying to fool you and take advantage of you, isn't he?!"

Reminded by her little master Yunli, March 7 blinked her clear eyes as if she had suddenly realized something. Two seconds later, she turned her little bottom away, and the blush spread to her long, fair neck.

"Ah Qiong, you're bad!"

On the seventh day of the third month, she stomped her feet and acted coquettishly.

Holy crap!

Yun Li felt a surge of heat rush to her head, and her composure crumbled.

Unable to vent her anger on her naive and innocent apprentice, she could only direct it at that unreliable gray-haired boy.

"You, you, you! Is this how you act as a teacher? Is this how you teach your apprentices?"

"if not?"

Qiong spread her hands:

“Make Ah Qi get up at five o’clock every morning to run, start swordplay morning study at six o’clock, finish a meal in twenty minutes, and make every ten minutes to go to the toilet during the break between classes.”

"Practice basic postures until 10:30 pm, preview tomorrow's power generation techniques until 1:30 am, and also keep reading sword manuals while eating and reading while running to improve physical fitness..."

"Hey! Stop, stop, stop!"

Before he could finish speaking, March 7 interrupted him in a panic, and even subconsciously put Qiong's hand back.

"What you're describing, is it something a human could do?"

This is treating her like a precious, spoiled creature!

……

While Master Qiong was enjoying the warm time of transferring his beloved disciple Xiao Sanyue, Master Xue in the Youqiu Prison also began a day of hard work.

"arrive."

Xueyi's cold voice rang out in the empty and silent prison passage.

"Your Honor, have we arrived?"

Jiao Qiu squinted and looked around:

"There aren't any cages here, are there?"

Before me lay a series of platforms, stretching endlessly downwards like a giant lotus flower, their boundaries blurred in the deep darkness.

“Those who have committed the ten heinous crimes and committed heinous crimes are all imprisoned at the bottom of the Netherworld Prison in a separate cave. It will not be opened unless ordered.”

Xueyi explained expressionlessly.

"The bluebird clears the way, and the lamp of the dead illuminates the path."

She raised her hand and made a hand seal.

In the dark and deep space, one after another, floating bronze lamps silently ignited with a ghostly blue flame.

The so-called Bluebird, even in terms that interstellar civilizations could understand.

It is a point-to-point spatial jump device that is anchored at close range.

Not only is the location of the Prison of the Dark Prison unique, but it also makes extensive use of space folding technology inside.

What may seem like a short distance can be stretched tenfold, a hundredfold, or even more.

Invisible spatial barriers have also been established between different levels of prison areas.

Jiaoqiu gave a wink to her taciturn companion, Moze.

The atmosphere was solemn, and none of the three spoke; only the sound of footsteps echoed in the deathly silence.

Xueyi led the two through layers of cave walls to the bottom of the Netherworld Prison.

The bottom of the dark prison.