69: Chapter 69 Ruthless

His heart was filled with surprise.

How could there be a little girl in the hideout of Ye Yuan, the blind Sword Immortal?

Obviously, given Ye Yuan's vigilance, he certainly wouldn't allow a stranger to share a room with him.

Then, looking at her sword practice stance.

This little girl was either Ye Yuan's disciple or daughter, or she had some connection to the so-called Zhao Feng.

Having confirmed her identity, Su Chen decided to test her.

Whether it was her appearance, age, or identity.

This girl looked exactly like one of the investment targets assigned to him by the system.

Ye Jingjun.

Just as Su Chen was about to reveal himself, the young girl suddenly spoke.

"Why can't I seem to execute this last move no matter what?"

The girl seemed a bit discouraged and thrust the tip of her sword fiercely into the dirt.

She frowned at the wooden stake in the corner of the wall.

After thinking for a moment, the girl chose to reset her stance.

The sword blade swept past the wooden stake.

Who was Su Chen?

For this investment, he was the sword soul of a divine artifact.

He knew all sword techniques by heart.

In almost an instant, he understood the technique the girl was using.

Thus, he thought of a better way to build a good relationship with the girl.

The moonlight continued to flow like water in the courtyard.

Su Chen watched quietly.

The more he watched, the more surprised he became.

"Heartless Sword, third form?"

Carrying countless cheats, Su Chen could easily see exactly what form of swordsmanship Ye Jingjun was practicing.

"The Supreme Forgets Emotion, the heart is like clear ice..."

Su Chen recited silently.

To practice this sword, one must sever worldly ties, cut off love and desire, and temper one's heart until it is like ten-thousand-year black ice.

However, extremes lead to the opposite.

With such an extremely repressive technique, once one develops feelings, the person they love becomes the practitioner's greatest and most fatal obsession and weakness.

If the sword heart loses balance, the consequences are unimaginable.

Why would such a young girl practice such a dangerous technique?

Was it taught to her by Ye Yuan, or someone else?

Seeing Ye Jingjun thrust her sword out, her movements still not very standard, Su Chen frowned.

If she continued to practice like this, she would likely make no progress even after hundreds of years.

Seeing this, Su Chen prepared to give her some pointers.

As the sword blade left the girl's grip, Su Chen formed his fingers into a sword, and majestic sword qi burst forth from his fingertips.

This was the correct way to perform the third form.

Clang!

Ye Jingjun's sword blade was instantly deflected by Su Chen's sword qi, causing it to change direction and strike the floor beside her.

"Your sword is like an unpolished piece of fine wood, far too impulsive."

"The energy here should sink into the Dantian; intent should follow the sword, not the heart following the thoughts."

"The way you are practicing is 'binding yourself in a cocoon'."

Su Chen's clear and calm voice rang out behind Ye Jingjun.

"Who's there?"

The young girl sensed the presence of another person around her and instantly became alert.

Her beautiful eyes widened.

She spun around abruptly, her long sword instinctively bringing up a wisp of cold light, pointing straight at the source of the voice.

Under the moonlight, she saw only a figure in green robes standing with his hands behind his back.

The man had a tall, upright stature, and his face was so handsome it didn't seem like that of a mortal.

Especially those eyes—deep and mature.

They were looking at her quietly, with a hint of inquiry and understanding.

He seemed as if he had been standing there for thousands of years, or perhaps just an immortal descended to earth, accidentally coalesced from the moonlight.

"Who are you? If you have no important business, please leave immediately!"

Influenced by her upbringing and Ye Yuan's warnings, Ye Jingjun was highly vigilant against outsiders.

Su Chen's approach set off alarm bells in her heart.

She pointed her sword at Su Chen from a distance and demanded sternly.

But for some reason, facing this suddenly appearing stranger, she couldn't summon even a shred of killing intent; instead, she felt an inexplicable flutter in her heart.

Facing her sword tip, Su Chen did not dodge or avoid it.

To him, a sword soul, the girl's sword was too weak.

It couldn't cause any substantial damage at all.

He just smiled slightly, extended a finger, and gently tapped at another flaw in her swordsmanship.

"This third form is called 'Thousand Miles of Frozen Ice, Ten Thousand Miles of Drifting Snow'."

"Your understanding of 'Thousand Miles of Frozen Ice' is too narrow."

"You subconsciously think that beneath ten-thousand-year ice, there can be no life, but the truth is the exact opposite..."

"The seeds of spring flowers are often buried beneath the ice, waiting for the day they can sprout."

"Watch closely."

After speaking, he didn't take a weapon; instead, he formed his fingers into a sword and waved them casually.

In an instant, Ye Jingjun felt the surrounding temperature drop sharply.

An invisible, intangible, vast, and profound sword intent spread out.

It was colder and more desolate than her swordsmanship, yet it contained a trace of indescribable vitality.

Ye Jingjun's red lips parted slightly, her beautiful eyes filled with disbelief.

What kind of expert was this?

Even Ye Yuan and... could not do this; how could this mysterious man see the flaws in her sword strikes at a glance and even imitate such pure sword intent?

Who exactly was this person?

And what was his purpose in approaching her?

After the shock came uncontrollable curiosity and admiration.

She instinctively followed Su Chen's guidance, restraining her outward killing intent and attempting to internalize her sword intent.

Sure enough, as she executed the sword moves, the original sense of stagnation immediately dissipated, the flow of spiritual energy became smoother, and the power increased by about thirty percent.

"How do you know my sect's swordsmanship?"

Ye Jingjun put away her long sword, her tone having softened significantly.

But her eyes still held vigilance and inquiry.

She found that her heart was beating a bit faster than usual.

This man was truly too good-looking.

Especially the focused and indifferent expression he wore when explaining the swordsmanship; it had a soul-stirring charm.

Su Chen smiled and looked at the moon with his hands behind his back.

"All swordsmanship in the world shares the same origin."

"While wandering the jianghu, I once witnessed the complete inheritance of this sword technique, but I only know a little about it."

"Your foundation is good, but you lack correct guidance; you rely entirely on brute force when you strike."

"If you continue like this, it will all eventually be like flowers in a mirror and the moon in the water."

He paused, answering the question Ye Jingjun was most curious about.

"My name is Su Chen, just a bored wanderer in the jianghu."

"Seeing you practicing sword in the middle of the night, I had some thoughts and offered a few pointers."

"I hope you will forgive my abruptness, miss."

He naturally wouldn't reveal the secret that he was a sword, just glossing over it vaguely.

Seeing the sense of realization in the girl's widened beautiful eyes, Su Chen was secretly pleased.

The first step of this investment had been taken.

"A bored wanderer in the jianghu?"

Ye Jingjun clearly didn't believe it.

She hadn't not seen experts before.

In her eyes, Su Chen should be considered a top-tier swordsman in Great Ning.

Yet, he looked to be only around twenty.

So young.

Could it be an old monster hiding his age?

But she could feel that Su Chen had no malice; instead, there was an inexplicable sense of intimacy.

She hesitated for a moment and said softly.

"Thank you for your guidance, Mr. Su. This junior is Ye Jingjun."

"It really is her."

Su Chen nodded slightly, understanding in his heart.

"What is your relationship with Ye Yuan?"