The undead have descended upon the world? I possess a sword that can cleave the heavens once more!

Wu You got up, walked to the living room, and pulled out a stack of white paper and a pen from the drawer under the TV cabinet. He then pushed the clutter on the coffee table aside to make room for a flat surface.

He sat down and then wrote a long list of training content for the first week of the "Five-Week Three-Stage Training Plan" on it.

This includes: which types of exotic plants need to be taken, the dosage of each exotic plant, the time of administration, and precautions before and after administration, all of which are clearly marked.

Also, to what extent should we train our Qi and blood this week, and how many cycles of Qi and blood circulation should we achieve each day?

The course also details the specific training progress of basic sword techniques in martial arts. The content for seven days a week is divided into several modules, with corresponding chapters and practice focuses for each day. Finally, a supplementary explanation on "daily training time allocation" is added, specifying the intervals between different items.

And so on, a series of very detailed contents!

It's safe to say that if this plan is followed, Wu Jing will have an incredibly fulfilling week ahead!

After he finished writing, he scanned the papers to make sure he hadn't missed any key items, and then handed the papers to Wu Jing, who was standing to the side.

Wu Jing took it, her gaze sweeping over the dense handwriting several times before she looked up, her eyes widening: "Is this really something a human could do?"

Wu You leaned back on the sofa, waved his hand, and said in a relaxed tone as if he were talking about something perfectly normal: "Although there are some limits, I believe in you."

Wu Jing looked down at the schedule for the first day on the paper again. The numbers and verbs pieced together a rather unsettling picture in her mind.

She remained silent for a moment, no longer caring about what had happened yesterday, and weakly struggled to say, "I don't even believe myself..."

Wu You raised an eyebrow: "You don't believe you're okay, but you do believe me."

Wu Jing opened her mouth, but found herself unable to find anything to say in response: ...

She stared at Wu You for two seconds, then lowered her head, folded the papers again, and stuffed them into her martial arts uniform pocket.

But after a short while, she looked up again, as if she had suddenly thought of something else: "Did you practice like this before?"

Upon hearing this, Wu You paused slightly: "His past?"

He carefully recalled his path to becoming stronger.

Although he didn't have any alien plants to assist him before, he had the Sword Manual with him. He only needed to keep clearing out the corpses to gain experience points, and his leveling speed was far faster than that of normal methods.

Of course, he has never stopped practicing swordsmanship on a daily basis.

However, in order to maintain his reputation as the older brother, and also to provide Wu Jing with a benchmark and strengthen her resolve, he nodded slightly: "More or less."

Wu Jing looked at him and asked again, "That must be very tiring, right?"

Wu You paused again: Are you very tired? Are you alright? Just a bit of a useless zombie?

He shook his head honestly and without any falsehood: "It's alright."

It would be a lie to say I wasn't tired, so I can only say it was alright, since searching for and killing zombies everywhere takes a lot of effort.

After listening, Wu Jing remained silent for a few seconds, as if digesting the weight behind the word "not bad".

Then, she suddenly remembered something, hung the long cloth bag containing the training sword on the back of the dining chair, and then turned and went back to her room.

A moment later, she came out of the room carrying something in her hands.

Seeing the thing in her hand brought back many memories for Wu You.

It was a wooden sword with many holes of varying sizes on its blade. The wood along the edges was already fuzzy, and in some places the blade was almost worn through, with only a thin line of wood grain remaining connecting it.

He recognized the sword.

Without a doubt, it was the very first one he used, the one he hid under his bed at home as a precaution after it was damaged in battle.

He clearly remembered that it was the second life-or-death crisis he had faced since his first encounter with the Corpse Seed.

The opponent is a Tier 3 Thousand-Faced Corpse.

At the third tier, although he could probably turn a large number of third-tier corpses into ashes with a single breath now, back then he had only just entered the realm of swordsmanship and only mastered one basic sword technique.

That third-tier Thousand-Faced Corpse was already enough to pose a life-threatening threat to him.

He remembered that it took him a lot of hacking and slashing to finally kill that third-tier corpse.

Moreover, most of the experience points he gained at that time came from that corpse species and its minions. In a sense, that third-tier Thousand-Faced Corpse Clan member could be considered his angel investor.

"I found this under your bed in your room."

"Fighting those monsters must be dangerous."

At this moment, Wu Jing's words brought him back to his senses.

He took the broken wooden sword from her hand, and as his fingertips slid along the edges of the serrated edges, the rough wooden splinters scraped against his fingertips, carrying a coarse warmth.

He gently stroked the sword, remained silent for a moment, and then looked up at Wu Jing: "Don't worry, the one who's unlucky enough to run into me is—"

But when Wu You saw Wu Jing's eyes, he stopped himself from saying anything to comfort her.

He saw in her eyes a blazing flame called "the desire to become stronger".

Looking at the flame of conviction in her eyes, Wu You knew very well what had ignited it.

He paused for a moment, then looked at the broken wooden sword in his hand.

No one becomes a strong person without facing numerous setbacks. Strong people are those who persevere through adversity and are tempered into steel.

Of course, he wants to protect his family and hopes they can always be safe and sound, but he also respects their choices.

Since his younger sister wanted to become stronger and protect something with her own strength, he was willing to lend a helping hand!

Wu You did not continue with those comforting words.

He held the wooden sword upright, his right hand forming a sword shape with his fingers, and traced the outline of the sword from the hilt to the tip.

Wherever the sword pointed, the wooden blade was covered in silvery light, the rough wood was flattened again, and the nearly broken grain was mended.

After the light faded, the wooden sword in his hand had transformed into a long sword that was entirely silver-white. However, upon closer inspection, one could still discern the original wood texture in the blade's grain, as if the wood grain had been preserved, only the color had turned silver-white and the texture had become more refined.

Since that's the case, let him use this old buddy of his to give his sister a proper kendo lesson today!

"Take your training sword and come with me." He held the silver-white sword to his side, turned and walked towards the door with crisp steps, offering no further explanation.

"Come on, where are we going?" Wu Jing grabbed the long cloth bag hanging on the chair and quickly followed.

"The small park downstairs," Wu You replied as she opened her door.

That was where he used to practice swordsmanship.