I am a female swordsman.

………………

On the other side, Huang Quan, which Liang Yue used to pass the time, had already experienced tens of deaths.

They're solving problems with their lives on the line.

This sentence perfectly encapsulates Huang Quan's current state. He doesn't know if each attempt is right or wrong. Under the intense fear of the unknown, Huang Quan grits his teeth and perseveres in solving the problem. If he makes a mistake, he will enjoy a variety of ways to die, such as drowning, getting lost, or being torn to pieces.

Of course, these free gifts should not be refused!

However, Huang Quan was still having a lot of fun.

She believed that if Liang Yue became a swordsman's teacher, she would be an excellent instructor, making learning fun. In Huang Quan's opinion, Liang Yue was doing a fantastic job.

Huang Quan, engrossed in solving the problem, gradually learned about the knowledge of the sword domain through this uncontrolled primordial sword domain. For example, after the sword intent was distributed in time and space, how could the field be configured reasonably? This involved the programming of sword intent from the virtual to the real. In short, everything pointed to the knowledge of the myriad phenomena.

In particular, mathematical knowledge is indispensable for weaving the sword domain.

The field is a pathway for all extraordinary individuals to further strengthen or become more powerful, and one's own small field can have a wondrous interaction with the super-large disordered field outside. The field also involves the light of the mind, the mysteries of which can only be understood through personal experience.

Individual strength may be great, but it is ultimately difficult to surpass that of a group, or even a civilization.

Huang Quan suddenly thought of a saying: Big is good, many is beautiful. Large and numerous ordered fields can help individual strong individuals form a collective fighting force. For example, under trustworthy circumstances, leaving multiple support positions within one's own field allows these support positions to leverage the field to form considerable combat power and possess a terrifying information advantage. Individuals as leaders, collectively supported, an endless stream of swords annihilating the enemy army!

One person can form an army?

No, it's one person becoming king!

A variety of imaginative ideas about how the field could be extended and transformed into combat power surged in Huang Quan's mind. With the help of the sword domain of the [Divine Sword], Huang Quan boldly sketched his wild ideas about the sword domain on a blank sheet of paper, and this kind of unrestrained fantasy was carried out between Huang Quan's life and death.

Until she got stuck at some insurmountable juncture.

Huang Quan's unnatural and powerful vision of the future slowly subsided from its boiling point, because it often meant that she would die many times over.

Chapter Twenty-Eight: Enough

The difficulty in facing Huang Quan is not that the sword intent is not pure enough, nor that the calculation of the sword intent is too complicated, but rather that everything is prepared, yet a blockage or break occurs.

Let's draw an analogy.

It's like having all the conditions given you when solving a problem; all you have to do is plug them into the formula to get the solution. Huang Quan could use this solution to trigger the next wave of the sword domain's deadly attack on him, but the problem lies precisely in the "formula" part—Huang Quan doesn't have a "formula."

Without a formula, there's no way to substitute conditions.

They could only stare at each other blankly!

Facing the ever-changing, magnificent wall of mist, Huang Quan stood before it, appearing as small as a toy. Intuition told her that this was the final barrier to her veneration of the [Divine Sword]. For before this majestic barrier, all other forms of sword intent vanished.

It seems as if the space for Huang Quan to solve the problem was deliberately left for him.

The final, most challenging question?

Huang Quan was somewhat at a loss. He could try the previous ones haphazardly because they weren't difficult and the patterns of change were predictable. But this one clearly couldn't be solved by brute force like before, and it obviously required a different way of thinking.

"You want me to change my way of thinking?"

Huang Quan lowered his head in thought for a moment, then took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. He gathered all the remaining energy of his Thought Body into his fingers, and soon a bright blue sword beam shot out from the two sword fingers, slowly piercing towards the tall wall of mist.

Visibly, the originally quiet and magnificent fog wall erupted like a chain reaction after being pierced by the sword light!

Huang Quan's vision immediately went black!

She died; she returned from the Sword Domain...

'Damn it! Failed again!' Huang Quan cursed in frustration in her consciousness space. Ever since she began her training in the Sword Domain, her temper had been subtly shifting towards something less ladylike. A series of deaths and setbacks could indeed make someone irritable, but Huang Quan was relatively mild-mannered.

Unlike previous failures, this failure clearly revealed an insurmountable barrier.

If it doesn't work, it doesn't work; there's no such thing as "giving it a shot."

"That shouldn't be the case. If it were a normal test, the [Divine Sword] shouldn't have presented an obstacle I couldn't overcome. There are only two possibilities: First, Liang Yue never intended for her to stand before him, and casually created an insurmountable obstacle. Second, I haven't found the right direction."

With that thought in mind, Huang Quan rested for a while and then clicked on the admission ticket, only to be met with the strange sensation of his consciousness struggling again.

The longing body re-enters!

Then, over the next few tens of minutes, Huang Quan's main body in the consciousness space experienced the following, but not limited to: loss of consciousness and perception, being torn to pieces, having a pale, oxygen-deprived face, and dying in various ways, from normal to flattened. Among these, the most common form of death was a crushing and exploding manner. Clearly, Huang Quan paid a heavy price in trying to find the right direction at the final obstacle.

'Does this mean I have to envision an outcome, then use sword intent to evolve it, and work backwards from the desired result?'

After countless failures, Huang Quan unconsciously tapped his arm. Driven by desperation, and forced by Liang Yue's actions to unleash his ruthless determination, Huang Quan showed a resolute, unyielding spirit.

Keep exploring!

No, none of those!

Returning from the Sword Domain, Huang Quan was covered in dust and dirt, oblivious to her appearance as she frantically recorded and calculated something on the floating light screen. Her mental arithmetic abilities had been pushed to their limits, and she needed the assistance of tools to better deduce certain framework problems.

Sometimes he pauses to ponder, sometimes he is overjoyed, sometimes he looks worried, and sometimes he is extremely excited.

At this moment, Huang Quan in his conscious space possessed a truly absorbed, almost obsessive, attitude towards a particular problem. This is the kind of selfless expression one would have when a master in a deep field, such as music, poetry, or painting, experiences a surge of inspiration!

Huang Quan has truly entered a state of obsession with swords!

To assume an answer when there is no clear answer.

Using the answer to reverse-engineer the evolution of the process, if it doesn't meet the final obstacle, then overturn it and ponder the next more suitable hypothesis, and then reverse-engineer the process again. This is a very effective method. Anyway, Huang Quan has plenty of time and energy to keep trying. Not giving up until hitting a wall? Then let's smash that wall with our own heads! As a swordsman, Huang Quan has never abandoned that unwavering belief in his original aspirations, and has always upheld it!

Huang Quan's test clearly showed that someone couldn't resist.

"enough."

After countless attempts, when Huang Quan resolutely stood before the fog wall once more, a slightly sighing voice of dissuasion echoed in her mind.

The refined voice carried a hint of exasperated helplessness; it belonged to Liang Yue, the [Divine Sword].

"Hello, senior."

With a calm and composed demeanor, Huang Quan bowed slightly to the wall of mist. Her face was as serene as autumn water, showing no signs of being driven mad by the problem. Of course, Huang Quan always maintained that pseudo-expressionless facade, completely concealing her true thoughts. Perhaps this unflappable Huang Quan was even more frightening!

Just like she was in the ghoul world, ruthless and cruel!

"You... you're as stubborn as a bull, truly unyielding." Liang Yue, who didn't appear directly, lectured Huang Quan in a tone that suggested he was beyond redemption.

Amazing resilience!

After observing Huang Quan for the past few days, Liang Yue had come to understand the personality of this uninvited little fellow. He seemed unremarkable, dull, and lacking in intelligence, but he possessed a terrifying tenacity. What Liang Yue didn't quite understand was that Huang Quan's personality meant that the sword intent she cultivated should be related to elements like mountains and tranquility, rather than the kind of sword intent that grows stronger with each battle, where the stronger the enemy, the stronger I become.

He had seen many swordsmen: berserkers from the lawless lands, heart-wielding swordsmen from the Kingdom of Suju, and royal swordsmen from the Duchy of Belmark. Those who attempted to challenge him—within his sword domain, none dared to call themselves true swordsmen.

This little guy can only be described as dull and not very bright.

But she did it; she never gave up.

Even in her weakness, she never forgot to struggle with all her might. Liang Yue had already acknowledged that she was a qualified swordsman, though she was a little displeased with her. She could barely be considered a promising swordsman, and there were traces of her lineage. Judging from her background, she was probably one of the poor victims created by that damned empire decades ago.

Such a promising talent has taken too many different paths and been too bound by conventions.

Chapter Twenty-Nine: Sword Intent Sequence

To be honest, Huang Quan still felt a certain amount of awe towards Liang Yue.

Anyone who has been killed countless times by a swordsman's sword would feel genuine awe and admiration for both the sword and the swordsman himself. Therefore, when Liang Yue's voice appeared, Huang Quan respectfully stopped. She clearly recognized the immeasurable gap between herself and the [Divine Sword].

Taking action or provoking others will only lead to humiliation for oneself.

Do you want to continue trying?

After stopping Huang Quan's actions, Liang Yue asked with a sigh. Before Huang Quan could answer, Liang Yue followed up with two more sentences.

"Don't rush to answer me, esteemed swordsman. Your resilience will lead you to the true answer. After you provide that answer, you will have the opportunity to stand before me. For some reasons, I do not recommend that you do so if you wish to exchange your ticket for more knowledge."

Liang Yue seemed unwilling to see him in the afterlife.

The hints in his words were exceptionally clear. He lacked the arrogance expected of an unparalleled swordsman. In fact, Liang Yue was quite refined, possessing both the decisiveness and composure of a man and the gentleness and sensitivity of a woman—a balanced personality. This personality easily reminded Huang Quan of the yin-yang fish she had seen in the Sword Domain.

Now the choice is placed before the Yellow Springs.

Is this the end?

Looking at the magnificent wall of mist, Huang Quan readily sheathed her flickering sword. To her, seeing Liang Yue and not seeing Liang Yue made little difference, especially if it was for guidance.

"I'm willing to give up."

"Short and powerful," Huang Quan said solemnly as a swordsman.

Needless to say, she could tell that [Divine Sword] Liang Yue was a gentleman. A gentleman can be deceived by his principles; to put it simply, even if Huang Quan didn't say much to someone like Liang Yue, considering how straightforward she was, shouldn't Liang Yue at least offer something in return?

If we don't offer something in return, wouldn't that be beneath your dignity?

"good."

Liang Yue praised him happily, saying that fortunately, this little guy didn't have that terrible tenacity in all aspects; at least he knew how to be flexible in his dealings with people at the right time.

"How long have you been learning swordsmanship?"

"what?"

Huang Quan was surprised by the quick return of this reward and pondered for a moment. If you count the time it took to learn swordsmanship across two worlds, it would be almost a year and a half. Of course, for nearly a year of that time, Huang Quan was busy dealing with the [Demon Contractor] class's abnormality, which was essentially his own life.

"A year and a half, that's a pretty good number." Considering Huang Quan's journey from first encountering the sword to already achieving the third rank, this speed...

To be fair, it can't be called fast; given relatively abundant resources, this is just average speed.

"Do you feel that your sword is lacking something?"

Standing motionless on the water's surface, before the colossal wall of mist, Huang Quan tilted her head slightly, a hint of surprise in her voice. She rested her head on her hand, pondering. Was her sword lacking something? No, her techniques and willpower were more than adequate. Faced with Liang Yue's suggestive question, Huang Quan answered straightforwardly.

"No."

This answer clearly frustrated Liang Yue. Although he didn't speak directly, Huang Quan was not kept in the dark about the subtle fluctuations within the Sword Domain.

"Those involved are often blinded by their own interests... Your swordplay is a mixture of many things: the will to survive, the desire to forget emotions, and the will to fight. Each of these intentions deserves recognition." Liang Yue, who was almost a god in the art of swordsmanship, could easily see through Huang Quan's immature sword intent. It was very mixed, containing a little bit of everything but not yet forming its own rules.

Thank you for your compliment.

The ripples beneath her feet spread and grew larger. Huang Quan used his faint sword intent to create a certain repulsion between himself and the water surface, just enough to allow her to sit suspended in mid-air.

"Some people are born with the ability to stick to one thing from beginning to end, and they should be even more so with their sword. But unfortunately, many swordsmen cannot do this, even... But that doesn't matter. Your biggest problem is not the terrible clash of two forces, nor your vulnerable body, but your sword."

No, I think the other two questions are also quite important...

The experience of longing truly reflects certain aspects of one's own condition. After hearing Liang Yue casually mention her problem, Huang Quan realized that Liang Yue might have a solution.

A swordsman is not necessarily just a swordsman.