Repeatedly thrusting the same point with a sword is an extremely important training process for beginners. It develops eyesight, stability, precision, and an almost intuitive mastery of the sword. Later, they'll need to switch from fixed targets to moving targets.
Chu Ge, having practiced ping-pong hundreds of times as a child, completely understands this. Or perhaps it's precisely because he appreciates this training method that he incorporates it into his writing.
In the end, he got himself into trouble, transmigrating into the book and instead of enjoying a romantic time with his beautiful master, he's stuck here stabbing trees, sob sob…
Actually, stabbing trees aren't that effective for his current state.
It's supposed to be a workout to develop muscle memory, but since he's now a soul, that's not an issue for him, and he doesn't get tired. The fatigue comes from his mind. As for precise thrusts, that's not a problem for a cultivator capable of teleporting; it's hard to miss.
However, in terms of familiarity and mastery of the sword, it does have some significance. The characteristics of the sword become increasingly familiar through this process—every bit of weight, thickness, even wind resistance… Through long-term repetition, it becomes like using one's own arm.
Only by knowing the sword can one wield it; otherwise, a flying sword is nothing more than a thrown weapon.
I wrote this myself… I have to practice it, even if I have to crawl.
This is the inevitable path for every swordsman entering the world. Countless days and nights, Qiu Wuji practiced this way, and so did Chu Tiange. Now it's her turn.
Compared to this, learning the Golden Bell Cover and Plum Blossom Hand in modern times is indeed like playing around.
Xuanji sat to the side, propping her chin on her hand, watching. Initially, she was bored; what was so interesting about watching someone fencing… but the more she watched, the more astonished she became.
She noticed that her junior grand-uncle's swordsmanship looked a little clumsy and awkward, but the intervals between each strike seemed to be exactly the same.
At first, he felt nothing, but gradually, something felt increasingly off. It was as if it resonated with some kind of divine rhythm. The "thud, thud" of the sword striking the tree echoed like the resounding tones of a great bell, each sound cleansing his soul.
Later, the initial awkwardness disappeared, and he became increasingly steady, his strikes more and more precise.
It was as if each movement was a repetition of the previous one; if you jumped back and forth in time, you could only see identical overlaps.
This was someone who had only started learning swordsmanship last night?
Qiu Wuji stood by the window, watching, somewhat lost in thought.
This truly resonated with the divine rhythm, but for him, he was the divine way. As long as he wholeheartedly devoted himself to following the rules, he would naturally align himself with the divine way.
It was practically cheating. For others to reach this level, it would take at least eight hundred years, if not a thousand…
Xuanji, observing from the sidelines, had received an immense blessing. This observation of sword practice was tantamount to comprehending the divine way, which would greatly benefit her future growth.
"Xuanji, spar with your junior grandmaster."
"Yes." Xuanji was already eager to try, drawing her sword and bowing: "Please instruct me, junior grandmaster."
"Clang!" The sword moved like a dragon, reflecting the ice and snow.
Watching the sword light flashing outside the window, Qiu Wuji became increasingly distracted.
"It's not that I'm teaching you swordsmanship. If this continues, you'll be cheating for the entire Yunji Sect..."
"Ouch, ouch, ouch! Stop pulling!"
"You have the nerve! You almost couldn't even beat Xuanji, you've humiliated me!"
"But we did beat her in the end! Xuanji is an inner disciple, she practices very high-level swordsmanship, and I only used basic swordsmanship against her. Winning was already a miracle... Did you really think she was just a janitor?!"
"Anyway, she's just a little girl, she's only been practicing for a little over three years!" Qiu Wuji grabbed Chu Ge's ear and dragged him inside: "No sleeping tonight! Stay on the first level of the Sword Testing Cave for four hours straight, don't come out to see me even a moment less!"
"Hey, wait, I'm probably going back early tomorrow morning. Are you sure you want to lock me in the cave tonight?"
"What else do you want? To sleep in my room?"
"Emmmm..."
"It's full of all kinds of sword marks and sword intents, creating your own sword path attacks..." "This is a basic group combat training exercise, not difficult. Go."
"Smack!" Qiu Wuji kicked Chu Ge in the butt, sending him flying into the Sword Testing Cave.
From inside came Chu Ge's scream: "Qiu Wuji, I accuse you of mistreating your apprentice!"
"Who dares to accuse me?" Qiu Wuji shouted into the cave, closing the entrance.
Turning around, he saw the disciples guarding the cave staring at their sect leader in disbelief, like statues.
Qiu Wuji regained his composure: "You all keep a close watch. Don't let him out for at least four hours."
"But Sect Master..." the disciples hesitated, "Four hours... if he can't hold on... he'll die..."
"You don't need to worry about that. He won't die." Qiu Wuji turned and left.
The disciples looked at each other in bewilderment. They were all inner disciples who had trained for many years, yet they could only stay inside for an hour… Qiu Wuji's divine sense had already quietly followed them into the cave, watching as thousands of swords rained down upon them, and Chu Ge struggled to dodge and weave.
With me watching, how could it be the same…? Sect Master Qiu didn't realize how justified his unfair preferential treatment was. A direct disciple should naturally receive direct disciple treatment… especially since this wretched direct disciple was the Heavenly Dao itself.
Look how long it took him to go from struggling to dodge to handling things with ease!
This was a combination of group combat training and movement techniques. Chu Ge had been practicing his movement techniques for a long time… The plum blossom stakes technique in the dark room wasn't very effective anymore; this was true advancement.
Once mastered, let alone four hours, he could stroll around inside forever without a scratch.
Qiu Wuji suddenly thought that it would be even better if his true body entered; if he were grazed by the sword energy, his Golden Bell Shield would still be effective… Thinking about it this way, Chu Ge's combat strength was actually quite strong, surpassing most ordinary inner disciples. With a few more days of training, he might even be able to fight some ordinary deacons.
Unfortunately, he was still only a soul body. A pure soul body has advantages, but also many disadvantages.
"Whoosh!" A sword energy swept past, and Chu Ge finally couldn't dodge it; his arm was slashed.
A soul body doesn't bleed, but it still hurts quite a bit. A wound to the soul is no joke. In this sense, Chu Ge's state was actually very fragile.
He wasn't a primordial spirit yet; a soul without a body to protect it is vulnerable.
Chu Ge grimaced in pain, cursing, "You wretched woman, wait till I get back, I'll beat you up!"
Qiu Wuji curled his lip.
Still daydreaming? He's going to get slashed again, idiot.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!" Countless sword energies attacked everywhere. Before long, Chu Ge had lost count of how many swords had slashed him. Fortunately, his soul appeared unharmed; otherwise, he would have been covered in blood.
Chu Ge was in excruciating pain, which only fueled his ferocity. His longsword flashed, like snowflakes blooming in a cave.
Qiu Wuji watched the sword energy lash against him, his lips pursed in distress, but he resolutely refrained from intervening.
Four hours…eight hours.
He could definitely do it.
Unfortunately, this would definitely shorten his stay in this world. He could have reached tomorrow morning, but now it seemed he would have to return after these eight hours…
Unbeknownst to him, dawn broke.
Chu Ge gasped, "Have the four hours passed yet? The sword energy here never stops! People are going to die!" A gust of wind swept by, and Chu Ge felt dizzy. When he came to his senses, he was already in Qiu Wuji's wooden hut.
Chu Ge glared at her angrily, "You know how painful it is for your soul? And you insisted on four hours? Now you can't hold on anymore, what if you have to go back?"
Qiu Wuji's eyes darted away as she said, "I've rested enough too, my clone will go back with you..."
I was a little too hasty, but it was all so we could journey together sooner...
Don't be mad at me, I can just create a new account to go back and take care of you...
Chu Ge's indignant expression began to blur; he really couldn't hold on any longer, he had to go back.
As Chu Ge's body gradually disappeared, Qiu Wuji's split soul departed, breaking through boundaries to travel.
Chu Ge, sitting in front of the computer, snapped back to reality. He saw he'd written 30,000 words... This multitasking was too outrageous; he couldn't concentrate on anything else while sitting in front of the computer, hadn't eaten or slept, just kept typing. Aside from uploading a chapter when he remembered the word count, he hadn't done anything else.
Now that I'm awake, I'm so tired... The soul traumatized in the book, the countless swords scraping my body, still have aftereffects; my head is throbbing terribly.
Chu Ge didn't even have the strength to curse. Dazed, she tried to get up and collapse onto the bed.
Qiu Wuji's figure appeared beside her, catching the swaying Chu Ge: "Chu Ge, Chu Ge, how are you?"
Chu Ge pulled her back and threw herself onto the bed: "Little apprentice, you're here? Sleep with your master for a while, I'll beat you up tomorrow..."
"Wait a minute, I haven't changed my clothes yet..."
"Don't change, just conjure up some clothes... Don't conjure up pajamas, I want to hug that cold-faced woman in the sect leader's robes... I'm so angry, waaaah..."
Qiu Wuji was both amused and annoyed, and said softly, "Alright, alright, that wicked woman is too bad, I'll teach her a lesson for you..."
She was still in the sect leader's robes, held tightly in Chu Ge's arms, rolling onto the bed.