Chapter 137: The Torture of the Dream Jun Sword
In the middle of the night.
Chun Lan was lightly dozing.
More like not sleeping at all.
She waited until the clock struck eleven thirty before she heavily got up and changed into a light pink lotus skirt.
Gently pushing open her room door, she tiptoed down the corridor.
Passing by Qiu Ju’s room, she intentionally leaned in to listen.
Seeing that there was no sound from Qiu Ju’s room, Chun Lan felt somewhat relieved and slowly made her way to Young Master Sang’s place next door.
Standing at Sang Zhe’s door, she bit her lip hesitating for a long time before finally mustering the courage to knock.
Just as she knocked, she realized the door was slightly ajar.
Chun Lan gently pushed the door and entered, quietly making her way to the main hall.
Sang Zhe was sitting in a chair in the hall, sipping tea.
“Oh.”
Seeing Chun Lan visit in the middle of the night, he said without surprise, “What brings Miss Chun Lan here at this hour?”
“Don’t play dumb with me.”
Chun Lan rolled her eyes in annoyance and huffed, “Wasn’t it you who patted my head three times earlier and told me to come find you at eleven thirty?”
“Oh, is that so?”
Sang Zhe sipped his tea leisurely and said, “So, did Miss Chun Lan come to find me for the cultivation jade?”
“You know it, so hurry up and lend it to me!”
Seeing the disgust in Chun Lan’s eyes, Sang Zhe couldn’t be bothered to tease her. He directly tossed the cultivation jade to her.
Chun Lan was momentarily shocked by his generosity today, feeling a twinge of nervousness in her heart.
“Y-You’re not annoyed by my attitude today?”
“You’re just like this. No matter how I try to teach you, you won’t change.”
Sang Zhe waved his hand casually: “Whether you change or not, whatever. Hurry up and take it to practice your sword, and remember to return it later.”
With that, he continued to leisurely sip his tea.
Chun Lan accepted the cultivation jade with a somewhat complicated expression.
Though she felt that Sang Zhe probably wasn’t so kind-hearted, it was a good thing to be teased less by him. She hurriedly took the cultivation jade and went to practice sword beside the pavilion in the yard.
But once she got to the pavilion, Chun Lan found something strange.
It seemed that someone had already practiced their sword here.
There were even faint marks of a wooden sword chopped into the trunk of the nearby willow tree.
This guy, does he usually practice sword in the yard by himself? Chun Lan wondered as she looked at the puddle on the ground.
No wonder his swordsmanship was so extraordinary that even the palace master had to sigh in admiration.
It seems he works hard behind that carefree appearance.
Putting those wild thoughts aside, Chun Lan activated the cultivation jade and began her practice.
Little did she know.
Thirty minutes earlier, her sister was harboring the same thoughts.
Doing the exact same thing as her.
That puddle wasn’t left by Sang Zhe.
It was her sister’s sweat after finishing her sword practice, utterly exhausted.
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In the following days, Sang Zhe’s life became quite leisurely.
His daily routine was basically eat, sleep, eat, sleep.
Occasionally, he watched with great interest as Chun Lan and Qiu Ju, these sisters, each with their own secrets, secretly practiced sword under his nose.
Sometimes Gu Yingmian would come to practice sword too, and Sang Zhe would casually rent some impressive-looking sword techniques from the mall, using the cultivation jade to show off a bit.
Gu Yingmian was genuinely obsessed with swordsmanship.
Every time she watched Sang Zhe practice sword, she would go home and contemplate for a long time, continuously exploring and refining her understanding of her swordway.
But.
This was torment for her Dream Jun Sword.
Ever since it had come into contact with the sword intent that Sang Zhe used, every time it was wielded by him for practice, it felt like an immense physical and mental torture.
Sang Zhe’s sword intent was simply too powerful.
The sword intents on the system mall leaderboard were all the life’s work of sword masters from various dimensions. Each intent was no less than Gu Yingmian’s own extraordinary sword intent.
Having long grown accustomed to Gu Yingmian’s sword intent, every time it was filled with other sword intents, it felt utterly exhausted.
Those sword intents were sometimes domineering and fierce, sometimes soft and gentle, each providing it with intense stimulation, but under that stimulation, it gradually began to enjoy the thrill of the sword intent.
Over these days, the Dream Jun Sword felt like a beautiful woman in captivity.
Every day tortured and trained in various ways, a mix of soft and hard tactics.
Sword intent was inherently formless and would leave no visible traces, so even when the Dream Jun Sword was infused with sword intent, no signs would show.
Sang Zhe wasn’t worried about Gu Yingmian coming to hold him accountable.
In short, with Sang Zhe’s various attempts at different sword intents.
The Dream Jun Sword had gone from trembling and humming uncontrollably after being infused with sword intent to gradually adapting to all sorts of sword intents.
It felt like its threshold had been raised to a brand new height.
On the other hand, Gu Yingmian.
Every time she felt something after watching Sang Zhe practice, wanting to try a new understanding, she always felt slightly off when using the Dream Jun Sword.
She couldn’t pinpoint what was wrong.
It just seemed that using the Dream Jun Sword now felt a bit too bland.
She didn’t know if it was her imagination. Previously, when she practiced, the Dream Jun Sword would perfectly blend with her sword intent, moving as one.
But now, when she used the Dream Jun Sword, it felt like the connection wasn’t as close as before.
It even felt a bit indifferent.
Gu Yingmian noticed this but didn’t think much of it.
She assumed it was because she had recently learned so many new sword intents, that maybe her skill had improved, leading to an adjustment issue with the Dream Jun Sword.
A week passed in the blink of an eye.
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One afternoon.
Sang Zhe leisurely sipped tea while admiring Chun Lan, who was drenched in sweat and looking intoxicated with her sword practice.
“Hey~ Chun Lan~” Sang Zhe reminded her, “You’ve already practiced for quite a while today, come have some tea and take a break.”
Chun Lan shook her body slightly, slowly put down her sword, and silently walked over to Sang Zhe, taking the tea he offered.
“Speaking of which, you’ve been coming here quite diligently these past few days.”
Sang Zhe looked at her flushed face after intense exercise and said playfully, “Is it because the Sword Palace competition is in a couple of days?”
Chun Lan silently sipped her tea, ignoring Sang Zhe.
“Speaking of which, I’ve always been quite curious.”
Sang Zhe continued to amuse himself while talking to her: “Why must you defeat your sister? Is winning the Sword Palace competition so important to you?”
“……You wouldn’t understand.”
Chun Lan shot Sang Zhe a cold glance and huffed, “This is a matter between sisters. Stay out of it.”
Sang Zhe shrugged.
However, after Chun Lan finished her tea and turned to continue her sword practice, she suddenly stopped and quietly said to Sang Zhe:
“Qiu Ju… is too easily bullied.”
“I’m her sister. If I can’t become her support… then when she gets bullied, no one can help her.”
Sang Zhe blinked.
“Isn’t there a possibility that your sister actually doesn’t need your help?”
“She could not need it.”
Chun Lan took a deep breath, a determined glimmer flashing in her beautiful eyes: “But when she needs it…”
“I must be able to become her support.”
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