Chapter 115: Chapter 96 Li
Sword shadows were like dreams and illusions, and even after the practice was over, it seemed as if shadows of swords lingered before their eyes like fleeting light, leaving everyone unable to let go and forget.
However, the sword shadows were too complicated. Although they were remembered, they seemed unclear.
Seeing everyone immersed in contemplation, Li Hao didn’t delay any further and sat down to continue drawing.
+827, +789, +702…
Li Hao ground the ink and painted at a fast pace.
The paintings of these dozens of Divine Travel Realm masters each accumulated seven to eight hundred experiences, greatly accelerating his Painting Experience.
While Li Hao was painting, the others gradually regained their focus and, upon seeing the busy Li Hao, didn’t dare to disturb him but instead seized the time to comprehend and ponder.
After Li Hao finished the fourth painting, he looked at the crowd and said, “How does it feel?”
“Li, could you demonstrate to us once more?”
The request came from a youth with noble bearing after the crowd exchanged looks.
He was a talent in the White Hall who kept pace with Song Yueyao, now feeling somewhat embarrassed to speak these words.
After witnessing the demonstration twice, he still hadn’t thoroughly grasped it.
Li Hao glanced at the others, seeing expectant and reserved looks on their faces.
“Alright.”
Li Hao thought for a moment, realizing that repeating the practice like this wasn’t the solution.
Besides, since he had taken on the role of a teacher, he had to adopt the right attitude and try his best to ensure thorough learning; otherwise, just going through the motions with the people under him wouldn’t be meaningful.
He asked everyone once and learned that they all had a foundation of agility.
However, the level of agility varied, with some just reaching it and others nearing perfection.
“Since I am teaching, I hope you all can achieve something from it.”
Li Hao looked around the crowd and said, “I have three lessons this year, and I hope you can perfect this swordsmanship within these three lessons. If you accomplish this, I might consider fulfilling three wishes within my power for each of you!”
“Perfect level?”
“Three wishes?”
The crowd was astonished and taken aback by Li Hao’s ambition.
It wasn’t about granting them wishes; the young master was making a wish for himself!
To teach all of them up to the perfect level in just three lessons?
This wasn’t high hopes; it was sheer fantasy.
They didn’t dare to compare themselves with Li Hao, who could understand the manual and practice to perfection just by looking once.
Moreover, they harbored some doubts in their hearts, suspecting that Li Hao had prepared in advance.
Who ever heard of a teacher not preparing lessons?
It was simply a bluff.
“Li, isn’t this requirement a bit too difficult?” someone spoke up, unable to hold back.
“You’re not joking, are you, young master? I must admit it’s a bit amusing…” someone else remarked.
Song Yueyao looked puzzledly at Li Hao. She had reached the level of agility half a year ago and knew very well how difficult it was to progress from agility to perfection. Even with decent talent, it would take a mad year of intensive practice to make the sword maneuvers second nature and reach perfection.
Three short lessons were an impossible task.
But to the legendary young master of the Li Family before her, “impossible” seemed not so distant after all.
After all, everything he had shown so far seemed “impossible.”
Seeing the varied discussions among the crowd, Li Hao didn’t say much more and once again picked up the sword.
Merely practicing the swordsmanship at the perfect level and expecting them to imitate would indeed be difficult and a waste of time.
But understanding the essence of this swordsmanship, from deep to shallow, would be much easier.
“Silence!”
Li Hao’s gaze turned stern.
Just two words quieted the murmurs throughout the hall.
The crowd was inexplicably shaken, feeling the authority, and their gazes grew solemn.
“Feel with your heart.”
Li Hao spoke, his demeanor no longer casual but rather fixed on the sword.
Then, he raised his hand and unsheathed the sword.
Yin and Yang Reversing Sword, true form!
Indeed, surpassing the flawless zenith, Li Hao directly executed the true form of the swordsmanship!
The true form level of swordsmanship, returning to simplicity and transcending the common, could fully reveal the artistic conception and charm of this swordsmanship.
The sword light flickered, with black and white gleams alternating, representing the shift between light and shadow.
The sword wandered through the air, yet seemed to shuttle through another dimension.
The sword was real; the space was illusory.
As the sword light twisted and turned, the two black and white gleams kept alternating until they suddenly merged into one.
The sword move was complete.
The hall was utterly silent, everyone gazing mesmerized, their gazes and thoughts seemingly carried away by that one sword, immersed and unable to extricate themselves.
Even though Li Hao had already put the sword away, they still stared blankly, as if the sword shadow full of indescribable charm was still in front of them, still moving in their minds.
Li Hao kept quiet and simply waited.
Suddenly, someone snapped out of it, and then one by one, the rest of the people also came back to their senses.
“Is this, the Yin and Yang Reversing Sword?”
The crowd was shocked, looking at each other in disbelief.
“It seems completely different from what I practiced before! But, this seems real, what I practiced before is fake!”
“It’s not fake, it’s wrong!”
“This is the real Yin and Yang Reversing Sword; Mr Sun taught us the wrong way, no, even the manual is wrong!”
“A sword reverses Yin and Yang, a sword throws chaos into the void!”
The people became more and more excited as they spoke, their voices growing louder, their faces flushed, unable to control themselves.
Song Yueyao was in a daze, filtering out the discussions, and suddenly, she closed her eyes.
When she opened them again, she rushed to the weapons rack, swiftly drew a sword with a clang!
Then, she struck out.
The sword shadow shimmered like light, quivered like a snake, dazzling like a spectacle!
Just like a peacock spreading its feathers, the shadow of the sword perfectly manifested in that moment.
Her swordsmanship, which had stagnated for half a year, had reached a new level at that moment!