Monarch Night

Chapter 1553: Chapter 116: There’s Something Wrong with My Sword [2-in-1]

Xue Fuxiao laughed happily, wanting to send a message, then realized it wouldn’t go out...

"...Forgot, this is still inside my Domain..."

Xue Fuxiao was speechless.

Seeing Xue Fuxiao that happy, Fang Che also felt his heart warm a lot, and couldn’t help the smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

Was Xue Fuxiao afraid of the Blood Evil Demon Lord? That was obviously impossible! No matter what, the Blood Evil Demon Lord could never be Xue Fuxiao’s match.

But the problem was, Xue Fuxiao might not necessarily run into him. If they met, killing him would be absolutely no problem, but the Blood Demon isn’t an idiot—won’t he run? Won’t he hide?

As long as the Blood Demon doesn’t die, anywhere he goes, as long as he wants, he can stir up a storm of blood and stench.

Xue Fuxiao was happy for the common people under heaven.

That was genuine relief.

"So that means the Divine Formless Jade is also in your hands?"

Xue Fuxiao asked excitedly.

"Yes."

"That’s great!"

Xue Fuxiao smacked his fists together.

Then said: "Don’t worry, you just keep that Jade on you; that thing auto–binds to your soul, and it’s not like I want to kill you..."

Fang Che was stunned: "I wasn’t worried."

"I was just afraid you might worry." Xue Fuxiao rubbed his nose.

He himself felt the explanation was unnecessary.

Fang Che was secretly amused. For the first time, he felt that Lord Xue’s temperament was actually quite cute. No wonder the Ninth lord valued him so much... this kind of goofy loyal... I’d want one under my command too.

Having laid this matter out, Fang Che’s heart also settled.

After all, it had been handed over.

Then, suddenly struck by inspiration, he said: "Lord Xue, I have a set of Sword Forms here, and I’d like to ask you for some guidance."

Xue Fuxiao’s interest instantly spiked: "Then you’ve found the right person. Under heaven, when it comes to the Sword, if I, Xue Fuxiao, say I’m second, who dares claim first?"

Fang Che then drew his sword.

"I’ll demonstrate it for you."

He’d long wanted to do this.

Right now, Xue Fuxiao was nominally still being suppressed by Duan Xiyang; Fang Che felt unhappy about that. On this point, his feelings were the same as all the Martial Artists of Guardian Continent: how can we be second?

Especially when it was being knocked down from first. That made it even more irritating.

Besides, his own Perfect Blade Form should be enlightening for Xue Fuxiao. Even though it wasn’t something impossible to figure out, because Xue Fuxiao had already reached this level!

Just like Jun Lin’s Spear Forms, he had in fact already touched upon many Perfect Spear Forms.

And at such a time, for this kind of Perfect Style, he only needed to watch it practiced once, and he’d be able to immediately comprehend it thoroughly on his own.

What Fang Che wanted was to give Xue Fuxiao this chance for a sudden flash of insight.

But his status was too low, his seniority too low; if he acted rashly, he would definitely earn people’s displeasure. Even if they truly gained from it, they wouldn’t feel comfortable in their hearts—so he had to be cautious.

So this time, Fang Che only demonstrated eighteen Sword Energies.

The eighteen he used most often.

And after he’d finished one round, he indeed had questions to ask: "I obtained this by chance, and I feel this way of using the Sword is quite good; but I always feel it’s lacking that spark of fusing it into my Moves... and after fusing it into the Moves, there’s still the problem of Merging Power, that’s a huge difficulty I’ve never managed to figure out."

This really was something he hadn’t figured out.

"So today I’ve taken the liberty to boldly ask Lord Xue for some guidance."

Xue Fuxiao sat opposite Fang Che like an old monk entering meditation, lids lowered, quietly pondering.

A full hour passed.

He suddenly opened his eyes, twin beams of sharp light flashing as he looked at Fang Che.

"Fang Che, this is... you making me owe you a major favor!"

Xue Fuxiao sounded a bit emotional.

He stood up and said: "Let me show you my Sword."

The scene shifted, and they were already in the Martial Arts Arena.

Xue Fuxiao stood holding his sword, his sword-holding posture perfect.

Then one slash flashed like lightning across the sky, then another slash crossed the previous sword light to form a cross of lightning; the sword light remained hanging in midair, actually not dissipating.

Fang Che watched intently.

This was the Emotion Cutting Saber of Xue Fuxiao; it was his first time seeing it, and he couldn’t help but be somewhat awed.

"The Zhanqing Sword Technique consists of Nine Slashes."

Xue Fuxiao spoke as he demonstrated.

His mouth recited the tips.

Fang Che clearly saw that each slash of Xue Fuxiao’s Emotion Cutting Saber had already come infinitely close to the Perfect Blade Form! It was just short that tiniest bit... but for that bit, Xue Fuxiao used another method, going with the flow to make up for it.

But now that he’d obtained Fang Che’s Perfect Blade Form, Xue Fuxiao probably wouldn’t even need half a month to fuse it into the Emotion Cutting Saber.

And by that time, the power he’d used to make up for it could be returned to the Sword’s own might.

Don’t underestimate that tiny bit; once everything was fully comprehended and connected smoothly before and after, Xue Fuxiao’s Combat Power would be enhanced by at least thirty percent!—that was Fang Che’s view.

"These few slashes of yours can double the might of my Sword!"

That was Xue Fuxiao’s view.

"Moreover, as my cultivation deepens, and my understanding of Blade Technique further improves, the power will only grow greater and greater!"

Xue Fuxiao sighed a little: "What good Sword! What good Moves! Fang Che, have you memorized the Emotion Cutting Saber?"

"I’ve memorized it."

Xue Fuxiao taught it deliberately, moving extremely slowly, explaining in great detail, and even deliberately kept the sword light lingering in midair for Fang Che to mull over; how could Fang Che possibly let this chance slip by?

Of course he’d long since memorized it thoroughly, down to the last detail.

This was Xue Fuxiao’s reciprocation, and it was only part of it; when a senior bestows something, one does not dare refuse.

Fang Che didn’t have the slightest thought of being polite about it.

"The Emotion Cutting Saber—do you know what it cuts?"

Xue Fuxiao said softly: "It cuts all mundane things, cuts the fetters of Hei yao; it even cuts one’s own keen insight. Entering a Realm where, aside from the Sword, there is nothing else."

"And this Realm must be walked out of; once you walk out of this Realm, you will advance another step."

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