Chapter 11: Target! Cross-Level!

‘Alright, according to the current situation, she is indeed Meng Yingxing’s personal old grandpa.’
But Xiu Qingcheng could swear to the heavens, she absolutely did not take half of the spiritual energy from Meng Yingxing’s body!
And the situation of Meng Yingxing’s spiritual energy being halved had existed ever since he was born!
It had nothing to do with her!
Even if she really was a personal old grandpa, she would definitely be the most gentle, a super low-threshold, high-reward personal old grandpa who required no offerings from Meng Yingxing!
However, a sense of frustration still arose in Xiu Qingcheng’s heart, feeling that she hadn’t helped Meng Yingxing.
‘Indeed, not all cases of spiritual energy being halved are the work of a personal old grandpa.’
Seeing the Ting Tian Sword float a bit lower, Meng Yingxing also knew that his master was probably helpless regarding the situation inside his body.
“It’s alright, Master.
Although it can’t be solved for now, at least you let me know about the abnormality in my body.” Meng Yingxing smiled, “I’m very happy you told me I’m not a waste.”
Xiu Qingcheng snapped back to reality and immediately tapped Meng Yingxing’s head with her sword hilt, “Kid, you’re comforting me now!
Although I can’t fix the problem in your body right now, making you stronger than you are now is definitely not a problem!”
Meng Yingxing let out an “ouch” and clutched his head.
“Since we can’t surpass others in terms of raw strength, our goal is now very clear!”
The Ting Tian Sword flew into the air, casting a shadow over the patch of sunlight above Meng Yingxing’s head.
Xiu Qingcheng’s voice was strong and clear, carrying an unstoppable momentum: “That is to achieve cross-level combat!”
The powerful voice pierced into Meng Yingxing’s ears, invigorating his spirit.
Cross-level! A word that made one’s blood boil just by hearing it!
“Cultivation realm has never been the sole criterion for judging a person’s strength.
When your skill in a certain aspect reaches its pinnacle, that skill can become a tool for you to unleash two hundred percent of your power.
Defeating enemies across levels won’t be difficult at all!”
Xiu Qingcheng eloquently put forth her theory of cross-level combat, hoping to give this kid Meng Yingxing some confidence.
“Then Master, what should I do?” Meng Yingxing was completely taken in by Xiu Qingcheng, looking ready to be commanded by his master.

“I will start teaching you a set of sword techniques today.
I observed your sword techniques yesterday… they were terrible.”
As the Ting Tian Sword, Xiu Qingcheng’s previous sword masters were all exceptionally skilled swordsmen.
She remembered many of their signature sword moves, or even the sword moves of their opponents, as if they were ingrained in her very being.
Perhaps having reincarnated as a sword, she had a special sensitivity to sword moves.
She could usually remember many sword techniques after seeing them a few times, so finding a suitable set for Meng Yingxing was not difficult.
Hearing Xiu Qingcheng criticize his sword techniques as terrible, Meng Yingxing neither denied it nor felt embarrassed.
Unlike those who had resources and family education in cultivation from a young age, all his cultivation methods and techniques so far were either heard from others or secretly learned.
Many things Meng Yingxing learned could be described as incomplete, mainly a hodgepodge.
Now that he had an official master to guide him, Meng Yingxing was overjoyed.
“Alright, lend me your body first.
I will use your body to demonstrate the sword moves you need to learn next; you just feel it first.” Xiu Qingcheng didn’t immediately bombard Meng Yingxing with theoretical sword chants; she decided to let him personally experience the sword technique first.
“Okay.”
After Meng Yingxing agreed, Xiu Qingcheng initially thought she could take over Meng Yingxing’s body again like last night.
But now, with the Ting Tian Sword in Meng Yingxing’s hand, Xiu Qingcheng couldn’t control Meng Yingxing’s body.
“Master, I’m ready.”
Meng Yingxing gripped the Ting Tian Sword, but Xiu Qingcheng never attached herself to him.
He thought Xiu Qingcheng was waiting for him to get ready.
“I can’t control your body.” Xiu Qingcheng frowned deeply.
‘So last night, was it an accident, or was it really related to Meng Yingxing’s blood?’
Blood recognition, a common way for a weapon and its master to form a connection.
However, several sword masters of the Ting Tian Sword had also shed blood upon it, but Xiu Qingcheng had not felt any connection with them.
Xiu Qingcheng didn’t know what the problem was.
If it really required Meng Yingxing’s blood…
‘Better not let this kid bleed too much.’
“Never mind, I won’t control your body.” Xiu Qingcheng shook her sword body, speaking to Meng Yingxing.
“You hold the hilt of the Ting Tian Sword tightly, and I will guide your body’s movements.
Watch closely, kid, what true swordsmanship is.”
As soon as Xiu Qingcheng’s words fell, Meng Yingxing felt a light but firm force in his hand, moving his entire body.
“The sword technique is called ‘Four Swords of Cloud’s Arrival’!”
“First stance, ‘First Gaze at Distant Clouds’!
Sword light as clouds!
‘A first gaze at distant, light clouds in the high heavens’!”
Although Xiu Qingcheng was very seriously reciting the sword chants, each move and stance, her voice was clear and bright, carrying the light of a cool morning, yet to Meng Yingxing’s ears, it sounded exceptionally alluring.
Meng Yingxing even felt as if a charming young woman was teaching him hand-in-hand.
He suddenly became curious as to what his master would look like if she had a physical form.
“Kid, concentrate!” Xiu Qingcheng immediately noticed Meng Yingxing’s distraction and reminded him.
Meng Yingxing, snapping back to attention, felt that he was probably a little off, having so many thoughts about his master.
He immediately composed himself, fixing his gaze downwards and focusing his mind, beginning to feel the sword moves Xiu Qingcheng guided him to execute.
“Second stance, ‘Thousand Mountains Enter Clouds’!
Sword heavy as peaks!
‘Again, a thousand mountains embraced by clouds’!”
The black-haired youth held three feet of water in his hand, his sword moves swirling freely, stirring up currents of air around him, sending scattered leaves dancing in the sky.
“Third stance, ‘Entering Peak Towards Clouds’!
Sword points to the mountain’s summit!
‘I enter the peak’s summit, stepping towards the clouds’!”
“Fourth stance, ‘Flowing Rain Cloud’s Arrival’!
Sword swift as rain!
‘Misty rain, evening showers, like clouds arriving’!”
With the last move, a powerful burst of sword intent erupted around Meng Yingxing, accompanied by a stinging turbulence.
The dancing leaves in the sky were instantly shredded by the sword intent, falling chaotically to the ground.
“Alright, that’s it.”
Xiu Qingcheng had Meng Yingxing finish his posture, “This sword technique is quite suitable for you.
I will teach you other sword techniques later, and of course, I will also give you some advice on cultivation.”
Meng Yingxing looked at the messy ground covered in leaves, finding it hard to believe that this was a situation caused by himself, by the sword in his hand.
Just as Xiu Qingcheng said, this was true swordsmanship.
Excited, he clenched his fists, “Master, I’m ready, when do we start practicing!?”
“Oh, that…” Xiu Qingcheng’s voice became a little lazy.
“Look at the time now?
Let’s eat first!”