Chapter 195: Man and Sword Become One
The moment Mu Jixue received Lin Zhongyu’s message, she was dumbfounded.
Why is Xiao Yu panting so much? Why does her voice keep breaking off like she’s under enormous pressure?
Why… why would her voice be so off!
Mu Jixue’s head went completely blank; she couldn’t think straight, and even the sparkle in her eyes dimmed.
The communication pendant fell to the ground with a clatter, shattering her muddled thoughts.
No no no no no no no no…
It can’t be! It absolutely can’t be! Xiao Yu wouldn’t do such things behind my back.
Mu Jixue’s brain quaked as she tried to suppress the wild thoughts that came rushing in—she had to believe it was just her imagination.
But…
“Sister Xue’er, you dropped something.”
Su Xiaoxiao obediently picked up the communication pendant for Mu Jixue, looking innocent as she handed it over.
Mu Jixue’s lips twitched; she forced out a dry “thanks,” but it didn’t reach her eyes.
Definitely just my imagination. After being together for so long, she knows exactly what her personality is like. Mu Jixue knows this too well.
Mu Jixue submerged once again into the communication pendant and sent a voice message.
[Mu Jixue: What are you guys doing? Xiao Yu, are you okay?]
After a few moments, a reply came from Lin Zhongyu.
[Lin Zhongyu: No, no … I’m fine. I’m just exercising. Haha… Sigh… Never felt better…]
Exercising… What kind of exercise are you talking about?!
Mu Jixue almost crushed the pendant she was holding.
She abruptly stood up, face dark.
“Xue’er sister?”
“Sorry, little Mei. I need to handle something very urgent right now. You take a break.”
Mu Jixue walked out quickly, unsteady steps revealing her urgency.
Su Xiaoxiao scratched her head, confused.
Meanwhile, on the deck, Yun Zhonghe and Lin Zhongyu were practicing.
Lin Zhongyu: “Apologies, Xue’er just messaged me. I’ve replied, we can continue now.”
Despite being alone with Yun Zhonghe, Lin Zhongyu still had Mu Jixue in mind. She couldn’t let her bestie get suspicious; she didn’t want to make her misinterpret anything.
If she took too long to reply, Mu Jixue might jump to conclusions. And she didn’t want to be the reason their good relations got tangled.
Yun Zhonghe wasn’t too concerned; when he immersed himself in his sword world, nothing else mattered.
“The Lady, I understand your sword technique problems now.”
“Oh? Where’s the problem?”
Lin Zhongyu stood upright, listening intently as if she were a diligent student.
Yun Zhonghe solemnly stated, “Your sword technique isn’t the issue, but your bodily coordination is off. To follow my level, you focused too much on technique and not enough on your body.”
Yun Zhonghe’s Eight Trigram Sword Technique had reached an extremely high level. Lin Zhongyu, striving to catch up, got lost, only focusing on the technique and neglecting the whole picture.
“When man and sword become one, this describes the state you’re aiming for. A swordsman isn’t just a sword stand; he wields the sword, not the other way around.”
A light dawned on Lin Zhongyu, “I see. Thank you, Brother Yun!”
“Not at all. You’ll figure it out soon. Your talent in swordsmanship isn’t inferior to yours, but you just haven’t found your own path yet.”
Having said that, Yun Zhonghe looked her over, scrutinizing every inch.
The Eight Trigram Sword Technique is a Yun family secret art, supposedly more suited for men, given their more masculine energy, making the technique easier to execute.
Sword techniques at their level are so refined that even the smallest variation matters greatly.
Yun Zhonghe moved closer, crouched down in front of Lin Zhongyu, and then touched her thigh.
The slender limb, wrapped in black silk, was manipulated beneath his touch.
“Brother Yun?!”
Lin Zhongyu never expected him to be so direct. He just… went ahead and grabbed her thigh.
“I’m readjusting your form. This should help with more coordinated motions.”
Yun Zhonghe’s gaze was laser-focused purely on the sword, devoid of any other thought, professional and serious.
Lin Zhongyu could hardly believe it. Gentleman Yun Zhonghe was actually…
She bit her lip, feeling a flutter of excitement in her heart.
Actually, Brother Yun isn’t entirely disinterested…
Thinking this, Lin Zhongyu felt a surge of arousal. She gently raised the hem of her skirt, lifting it slightly, creating a dangerous allure.
Had Yun Zhonghe glanced up, he would have caught a glimpse of her thigh.
Lin Zhongyu, always demure, had her wild side—no, she had been daring even before.
She felt dirty and embarrassed.
Sorry, Xue’er. I really want to improve.
She justified herself, thinking it was for the sake of bettering her sword skills, even though it meant submitting to Yun Zhonghe’s instruction.
It definitely wasn’t because she was some lowdown girl.
Yun Zhonghe’s long fingers traced Lin Zhongyu’s thigh, each touch sending a warm current through her. She felt a strange sense of both shame and exhilaration.
Finally, Yun Zhonghe stopped, “Alright.”
He adjusted her stance, maintaining eye contact with her legs, mentally verifying his technique.
“Thanks, Brother Yun.”
“It’s nothing.” Yun Zhonghe shrugged, “Show me the Eight Trigram Sword Technique again.”
“Okay.”
Lin Zhongyu gripped the sword again, adjusting to her optimal state, channeling spiritual energy into the sword.
This time, the Eight Trigram Sword Technique was different than Yun Zhonghe’s. It had a softer edge amidst its deadly force, akin to her gentle personality—warm and resilient, adding a spark of hope amid destruction.
Yun Zhonghe detected Lin Zhongyu’s approach to enlightenment in her technique, calling it a masterpiece. Just a slight adjustment and she grasped it instantly, no wonder she’s the protagonist—her talent rivals Mu Jixue’s!
She integrated her personal insights into the technique, making it come alive.
The Multiverse Sword Technique would go even deeper into this realm.
As the sword stopped, Lin Zhongyu remained with her eyes closed, completely absorbed in the moment.
Opening her eyes, she marveled at the transformation her sword had undergone.
All thanks to Yun Zhonghe.
“Brother Yun, I…” Lin Zhongyu murmured, gratefulness swelling within her. She wanted to express her gratitude, but words failed her.
Thanking him seemed inadequate; she yearned for more.
Her lower lip bitten, tearful eyes glistening, “Brother Yun, something still feels off. Can… Can you help adjust it a bit more?”
Lin Zhongyu chose a new path!
“Oh? Where’s the imbalance?”
Should one accuse Yun Zhonghe of lacking common sense or treating Lin Zhongyu like one of the dudes? Either way, whenever Lin Zhongyu spoke, he just went ahead and fixed her.
Looking down at the earnest Yun Zhonghe peering at her thighs, she felt both aroused and eager.
“I think a bit higher…”
“What are you doing to Xiao Yu?!”
Suddenly, a roar echoed.
The sound of a heavy impact, and Yun Zhonghe crumpled to the deck, struck on the head.
That unmistakable thud, the voice was undoubtedly Mu Jixue.
Eh? What happened…
Before losing consciousness, Yun Zhonghe puzzled, hearing Mu Jixue’s cries and Lin Zhongyu’s hasty explanations.
“Xue’er…”
