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Chapter 50 This guy is eleven years old?
On the training ground, many Wudang disciples, just by looking at Gu Shaoan's strike with the sword and sheath, sensed something was amiss, and their expressions suddenly hardened.

When they put themselves in Song Qingshu's shoes, some Wudang disciples realized that if they were in Song Qingshu's shoes, they wouldn't know how to deal with Gu Shaoan's lightning-fast move.

Upon realizing this, everyone looked at Gu Shaoan with surprise in their eyes.

Where is there even a trace of the disdain from before?
However, compared to the Wudang disciples around them, Song Yuanqiao, Zhang Songxi, and Mo Shenggu were not much better off.

The surprise on his face was almost visible to the naked eye.

With their discerning eyes, how could they not see that what Gu Shaoan had just displayed was more than just exquisite swordsmanship? It was a mastery of the flow of power, the transformation of energy, and the precise timing of his movements, all executed with unparalleled precision.

The swordplay is as fluid and unhindered as an arm or fingers, effortlessly combining strength and gentleness, achieving a smooth and controlled flow.

Compared to when he sparred with Zhang Yuting before, its power was immeasurably greater.

However, the one who was most surprised was Abbess Miejue.

Watching Gu Shaoan's sword moves, which were smooth and natural, like willow catkins fluttering, there was a clear pause for a moment.

Deep within those calm, still eyes, a hidden, turbulent undercurrent surged, unnoticed by anyone.

But a moment later, a hint of joy quickly spread across Extinction's eyes.

"In just over two months, he has actually mastered the 'Willow Catkin Sword Technique' to a level of perfect mastery. Shao'an's talent is even stronger than I imagined."

Compared to Miejue and the others, Song Qingshu's pupils suddenly contracted.

His arrogant and dismissive expression froze on his face, and an extremely dangerous aura emanated from him!

He never imagined that an eleven-year-old child's swordsmanship could be so swift and powerful.

In the rush, there was no time to worry about manners.

Immediately, his left arm sank down, causing his left leg to retreat, and his right shoulder twisted his body, drawing his sword with a clear and resonant dragon's roar.

The sword light was cold and clear, like the sound of a secluded mountain stream flowing.

Song Qingshu swiftly raised his longsword, the blade precisely blocking the end of the scabbard that was hurtling through the air.

"Clang—one!"

A dull, teeth-grinding clang of metal suddenly exploded.

Song Qingshu felt an even stronger force surge through the sword, causing his right arm, which was holding the sword, to go numb and his blood to stagnate.

He stumbled back three steps before finally managing to dissipate the force.

The moment he regained his balance, Song Qingshu's eyes widened, and he cursed inwardly.

"This is eleven years old? Is this the kind of power an eleven-year-old child should have?"

Seeing Song Qingshu's shocked reaction, Gu Shaoan chuckled inwardly.

Before a martial artist returns to their innate state, their internal energy has not yet transformed into true qi, making it difficult to leave the body.

Even if one uses internal energy in conjunction with martial arts, it only makes the martial arts moves faster and the power they contain stronger.

Although Gu Shaoan still did not use the twenty years of internal energy sealed within his body, because he had cultivated the second level of the "Emei Nine Yang Skill" to perfection, his internal energy was condensed and extremely pure.

He was in no way inferior to Song Qingshu, who had cultivated for several more years.

As for strength, with the "Sword Drawing Like a Rainbow" attribute and the Bodhi Exquisite Pill strengthening his muscles and bones, Gu Shaoan's strength far surpasses that of ordinary people.

In terms of strength alone, she is no less than her senior sister Zhao Jingxuan.

How could Song Qingshu compare?
With the balance shifting, Song Qingshu's so-called advantage was nothing but a joke in Gu Shaoan's eyes.

Before Song Qingshu could regain his footing and catch his breath, Gu Shaoan's second move arrived. His figure appeared out of thin air in Song Qingshu's retreating path like a ghost, as if he could foresee the future. It was still that unsheathed longsword, but the style had changed!
The sword's momentum shifted from fierce to gentle, no longer a heavy strike, but rather like thousands of fluttering willow catkins, transforming into layers of light and shadow.

It seemed gentle and weak, but it sealed off all of Song Qingshu's space to dodge!

The omnipresent shadows of sword sheaths relentlessly coiled around Song Qingshu's vital points!

Song Qingshu was both shocked and furious. His anger flared up, and he shouted loudly.

He immediately unleashed the "Turbid Jing and Clear Wei" move from the Wudang Qingfeng Swordplay!

The sword blade swept across the sky, the longsword swirling rapidly, its light splitting apart, attempting to forcefully disperse the surrounding "willow waves" and clear a space.

However, Gu Shaoan's sword aura was like a persistent infection, and the dense afterimages of the scabbard seemed to stick to Song Qingshu's sword light.

The blade struck the scabbard, producing a series of muffled "thuds" with each contact.

Song Qingshu felt that the stickiness of the opponent's sword was extremely strong. His "Turbid Jing and Clear Wei Rivers" technique failed to completely shake off the opponent's entanglement as expected. Instead, he felt as if he was sinking into a quagmire.

What alarmed him even more was that the force of each impact was almost too much for him to handle.

Song Qingshu forced himself to steady his mind, suppressing the panic that had crept into his heart without him noticing, and suddenly changed his sword stance! He turned offense into defense!

The sword's momentum suddenly shifted to a state of purity and harmony, with the sword light protecting the body like clear water. It no longer paid attention to the entangled "willow catkins," seeking only to achieve perfect harmony and isolate itself from all disturbances.

It is the "Two Elements Sword Technique" from the Wudang swordplay.

A barely perceptible sneer flickered across Gu Shaoan's lips.

On the way to Wudang, Miejue also told Gu Shaoan and Zhou Zhiruo about many of Wudang's martial arts.

Among them are the "Qingfeng Sword Technique" that Song Qingshu just used and the "Liangyi Sword Technique" that he is using now.

Like the Emei Sect, Wudang's "Qingfeng Swordplay" is also a fundamental martial art used by every Wudang disciple.

According to Miejue's account, if one can reach the "entering the inner sanctum" level of the Qingfeng Sword Technique, when the sword moves sweep across the sky, they will be as gentle as a breeze.

However, Song Qingshu's swordsmanship, although his sword moves were skillful, did not contain the slightest hint of gentleness.

Clearly, he has not yet reached the "mastery" level in this martial art.

He wasn't even proficient in the basic martial arts he used, let alone other sword techniques.

A jack of all trades, master of none; laughable.

The only point where Song Qingshu could surpass Gu Shaoan was in his understanding of martial arts.

Unfortunately, Song Qingshu's mastery of martial arts was only mediocre.

Not to mention that the head of the third generation of Wudang disciples is clearly somewhat unsatisfactory.

As the thought flashed through his mind, Gu Shaoan moved again. As his inner strength circulated according to the "Three Appearances of the Divine Dragon", his figure soared into the sky, as if he was about to directly rush into the clouds. Song Qingshu's eyes narrowed, and his spirit was tense to the extreme. He immediately focused his mind to wait for the thunderous strike in the air!
However, Gu Shaoan's figure, which had leaped into the air, suddenly changed direction and fell without warning.

Like a hawk spotting its prey on its flank, its trajectory drew a sharp angle in the air, carrying an even more violent downward momentum. The sheathed longsword transformed into a bolt of lightning, stabbing at Song Qingshu's slightly slower right shoulder at an incredibly tricky angle.

"Is this... the grand and profound 'Three Appearances of the Divine Dragon'?"

Seeing Gu Shaoan's sudden change in posture, Miejue's eyes flashed with a sharp light.

I thought that the smooth and refined "Willow Floss Sword Technique" was already a rare achievement, but I never expected that Gu Shaoan would now have taken the "Three Appearances of the Divine Dragon" a step further and entered the realm of mastery.

"Excellent, excellent! With such talent, what need is there to worry about the future of Emei?"

(End of this chapter)