In Emei, start by obtaining golden attributes.

Chapter 77: Would you like to experience the power of this divine weapon?

In this state, Gu Shaoan was as if a sliver of light had suddenly broken through the thick layers of clouds, and he suddenly felt an indescribable sense of clarity in his heart.

During this mysterious state, Gu Shaoan almost subconsciously swung his heavy sword again, repeating the clumsy backhand slash!
But, this time!
The movements still seemed heavy, the trajectory still slow, but there were some changes.

Power originates from the ground! Gu Shaoan's heels no longer stiffly stomp on the ground to stabilize his center of gravity, but rather as if he were stepping on an invisible pivot. Power rises from the Yongquan acupoint, flows through the knees and hips like waves, and is transmitted to the waist. The twisting and turning of the waist and hips is no longer a rigid confrontation, but a smooth movement that drives the entire body. With this "twisting" momentum, it is perfectly transmitted to the arms!

His wrists and elbows, no longer stiffly bearing the weight, instantly entered an indescribable state of "relaxation and sinking".

The shoulder sockets are slightly open, and the elbows are slightly drooping, as if they are naturally formed as stress relief supports under heavy pressure.

This "relaxation" is not a surrender of control, but rather a deeper level of mastery. It transforms the "shifting momentum" from the waist and hips into a pure force that drives the trajectory of the heavy sword, and cleverly guides the heavy shock from the arm back to the waist and stance along the skeleton!
"call--"

The sound of the heavy sword cutting through the air was still muffled, but it lacked the harsh and piercing tearing sensation of before, and instead had a smooth and full-bodied sound!

The greatsword, slashing upwards at an angle, didn't increase speed by much, but its trajectory displayed an indescribable fluidity and stability! The terrifying lateral inertia that seemed to overwhelm and pull a person down was this time largely neutralized by the perfectly coordinated twisting of the waist and the "sinking" of the limbs, allowing Gu Shaoan's body to remain as stable as a mountain.

When Gu Shaoan came to his senses, the mysterious state had receded like the tide, and the heaviness and soreness in his arms and the feeling of being completely drained surged back in.

However, his eyes were exceptionally bright.

Five days later.

In the bamboo courtyard.

Gu Shaoan was dressed in a light blue and white outfit, his hair was all tied up on top of his head and fixed with a jade crown, his forehead was exposed, making him look tall and neat.

The heavy greatsword continued to swing, the sound of it cutting through the air remaining muffled.

When the heavy sword is swung, the "Sunset Sword Technique" not only conveys the original sense of a gloomy setting sun, but also adds a touch of domineering power.

Each swing generates a similarly dull gust of wind around him.

Compared to a few days ago, Gu Shaoan's sword swings were less hesitant and more rhythmic.

According to Gu Shaoan's own judgment, at the current pace, it would take him at most a few years to fully master the skill of "lifting heavy objects with ease" using the heavy sword.

After a long while, he put down the heavy sword in his hand and used his internal energy to regulate his breathing for a moment.

After recovering, Gu Shaoan did not continue practicing with his sword, but instead looked up at the Yitian Sword on the table.

"After waiting a few days, it should be ready soon."

Thinking of this, Gu Shaoan got up, picked up the Heaven-Slaying Sword from the table, and walked outside.

As soon as they stepped out of the courtyard, they saw Zhou Zhiruo practicing the "Willow Catkin Sword Technique" by the stream.

The sword light was light and agile, just like willow catkins fluttering in the air, which was quite beautiful. However, there was still a bit of awkwardness and a lack of strength in the connection between the sword moves.

Seeing this, Gu Shaoan did not disturb her, but sat down on the grass three zhang away from Zhou Zhiruo.

While enjoying the mountain breeze, I admired my senior sister's beautiful face.

A moment later, Zhou Zhiruo seemed to have encountered a problem. As she swung her wooden sword, a look of doubt appeared between her brows.

Just then, Gu Shaoan's voice suddenly rang out.

"The 'Snow Falls Without a Trace' technique describes the fleeting nature of sword light, with its emphasis on the transformation of body movements. When practicing this move, Senior Sister, you need to pay attention to the coordination of your lightness skills and body movements, and you need to let the sword move with your body so that it can sway like willow catkins and the sword light is dazzling."

Upon hearing the sound, Zhou Zhiruo quickly turned her head.

When Zhou Zhiruo saw Gu Shaoan sitting on the grass, her eyes lit up with joy, and she tiptoed to his side. "Junior Brother, why are you out here?"

These past few days, Gu Shaoan has been immersed in the practice of the heavy sword and the "Wudang Nine Yang Skill," spending almost all his time in his bamboo courtyard.

Although Gu Shaoan had told Zhou Zhiruo that they could cultivate together when they were in Yunyang Prefecture.

But the mountainside is different from the foot of the mountain.

With Miejue watching over him, Gu Shaoan didn't go out on his own initiative. Zhou Zhiruo was also worried that if she disturbed Gu Shaoan, it would displease Miejue.

Gu Shaoan replied, "After several days of arduous training with a heavy sword, my muscles and bones need some rest, so I plan to practice with a lighter sword. The courtyard is too small and I can't move around much, so I plan to train outside."

As he spoke, Gu Shaoan slightly raised the hand holding the Heaven-Slaying Sword.

At Gu Shaoan's subtle prompting, Zhou Zhiruo's gaze immediately fell on the ancient and heavy Yitian Sword in his hand, her eyes filled with curiosity.

Noticing Zhou Zhiruo's gaze, Gu Shaoan handed the Heaven-Slaying Sword in his hand to Zhou Zhiruo.

"Senior sister, would you like to experience the sharpness of this divine weapon?"

Zhou Zhiruo's eyes immediately lit up: "Is that okay?"

The Heaven Sword is a treasure of the Emei Sect and a famous divine weapon in the martial arts world.

As disciples of Emei, who wouldn't yearn to see the true face of the Heaven-Slaying Sword?
Not to mention the hands-on experience.

"Of course." Gu Shaoan nodded and handed the Heaven-Slaying Sword to Zhou Zhiruo.

Zhou Zhiruo carefully took it, and upon touching it, she felt an indescribable cold and heavy sensation.

The Yitian Sword weighs seven jin and thirteen liang. Although it cannot compare with the heavy sword that Gu Shaoan has been using these past few days, for Zhou Zhiruo, who usually uses a wooden sword for cultivation and combat, the moment she held the long sword, she felt a bit heavy.

After carefully examining the scabbard and hilt, Zhou Zhiruo grasped the hilt. As the sword emerged from its sheath a short distance, its sharp, cold light sent shivers down her spine.

"Is this the divine weapon?"

At such a young age, Zhou Zhiruo was captivated by the sight of the divine weapon being drawn for the first time.

"Senior Sister has always used a wooden sword to fight before. She doesn't know how a real sword would be different from a wooden sword when she holds it in her hand. Why don't you spar with Junior Brother using this Heaven-Slaying Sword?"

As he spoke, Gu Shaoan drew the Chengxin Sword.

However, just as Zhou Zhiruo's attention was drawn to the Heaven-Slaying Sword, she returned to her courtyard and took out the Clear Heart Sword.

After spending several months together, the two had long since lost any sense of awkwardness.

Furthermore, Zhou Zhiruo knew that Gu Shaoan's strength far surpassed hers, so she did not refuse his encouragement.

"It would be perfect if you could instruct me on the 'Willow Catkin Sword Technique', junior brother."

Gu Shaoan nodded with a smile, then leaped back a distance of ten feet, the tip of his sword touching the ground.

"Sister, please!"

Zhou Zhiruo took a deep breath, her eyes turning serious: "Junior brother, be careful!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Zhou Zhiruo's figure floated towards Gu Shaoan.

(End of this chapter)