“Let’s not waste time. Let’s begin!”
Yang Liuqing said excitedly.
Meditation combat didn’t require a venue; they could let loose completely, which was very helpful for improving proficiency.
“Master, please let me finish first,” Ke Ling said, calming him down.
“Meditation requires keeping the body and mind relaxed, without any distracting thoughts.”
“Once you enter that state, your perception of the outside world is greatly weakened.”
“It’s best to try it in a safe place.”
“Since we can’t choose the venue right now, we can only keep one person on guard.”
“Sister, I want to practice with Xiao Qingqing!”
Ke Li volunteered.
“No, you’re too mischievous. You don’t know your own strength,” Ke Ling decisively assigned her to the lookout post.
Ke Li immediately pouted, sulking.
Yang Liuqing pretended not to see.
He knew Ke Ling was telling the truth.
That mischievous little thing only cared about having fun.
She wouldn’t care whether he had a masochistic tendency or not.
“Ke Ling, go easy on me later.”
“Master, rest assured. I’ll hold back,” Ke Ling said with a slight curl of her lips, smiling a little eerily.
Yang Liuqing felt a chill down his spine and wanted to back out.
This little one didn’t seem like a pushover either.
He almost forgot that Ke Ling and Ke Li were twin telepaths.
In essence, they weren’t that different.
It was just that their outward personalities differed.
“Master, come, close your eyes. Let go of your heart and mind, and let yourself enter a very relaxed state,” Ke Ling said as she wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her forehead against his for a connection.
“Do we really have to do it this way?”
Yang Liuqing felt a bit embarrassed.
With a serious expression, Ke Ling said, “It’s necessary. This allows for a more stable connection.”
“Fine,”
Yang Liuqing closed his eyes, letting himself enter a state of stillness.
The process was surprisingly smooth, and his body quickly relaxed.
Just then, Ke Ling’s consciousness invaded simultaneously.
Yang Liuqing’s vision suddenly brightened.
Around him, everything was pure white.
“Is this the Spiritual Space?”
“That’s right, to be precise, it’s your Spiritual Space, Master.”
Following the voice, he saw Ke Ling floating in midair.
“Just as I expected, your Spiritual Space is boundless.”
“Is it different for others?”
Yang Liuqing asked curiously.
Ke Ling gently shook her head.
“Most are very small. You see, Master, the Spiritual Space is actually a manifestation of an individual’s potential.”
“I see.”
Knowing that his Spiritual Space was unique, Yang Liuqing felt reassured.
“Additionally, the flow of time in the Spiritual Space is different from physical time; it’s a bit slower.”
“We have plenty of time to polish the details,” Ke Ling said, floating in front of him.
“Aren’t we practicing new moves?”
Yang Liuqing looked puzzled.
“No. What you lack now is experience, Master.”
“Polishing the details will accumulate enough experience,” Ke Ling said as she raised her hand, and dozens of light swords appeared in the Spiritual Space.
“First, let’s accumulate experience in movement techniques.”
“Please dodge with all your might.”
Without giving Yang Liuqing time to mentally prepare, Ke Ling waved her hand.
Immediately, several light swords shot toward him at high speed.
Yang Liuqing’s pupils contracted.
He had no time for many thoughts; the only thought in his mind was to dodge.
His body sank slightly, his feet stepped, and the Hound Body Movement activated.
Those light swords struck down, hitting only afterimages.
Yang Liuqing had already moved to the other side.
But just as he steadied himself, he noticed several light swords flying toward him again.
That had clearly been a feint.
The real killing blow was hidden in the second attack.
Yang Liuqing dared not be careless.
He gripped his hand, condensing a black longsword.
This was not his exclusive weapon, the Huayue Zimu Sword, but pure creation from the void.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Blocking Ke Ling’s Flying Swords with the black sword, the scene erupted with the sound of metal striking stone.
Immediately, Yang Liuqing felt his wrist go numb.
The force behind these Flying Swords was immense.
They could definitely pierce metal and split stone.
Ke Ling was serious.
At least, in Yang Liuqing’s eyes, this wasn’t playing around.
The consequence of being unable to resist would be severe.
“Not bad, Master has adapted to the first stage.”
“Now, I’m going to speed up,” Ke Ling said as she waved her small hand, and ten light swords shot out rapidly.
They were much faster than before.
Before the swords arrived, a sharp whistling sound drilled into his ears.
Yang Liuqing narrowed his eyes, using the Hound Body Movement to its fullest, attempting to evasively dodge over a wide area.
However, Ke Ling’s Flying Swords changed trajectory in midair.
They wove and shifted incessantly, making it impossible to see their paths.
“Are you going that far!?”
The attacks, which had just been straightforward, instantly became chaotic, putting tremendous pressure on Yang Liuqing.
These were attacks coming from all directions.
One slip, and it wouldn’t be strange to end up with three knives and six holes, a three-pronged attack.
“Master, have you forgotten? Don’t use your eyes to look; use your perception,” Ke Ling said as she effortlessly manipulated the light swords, giving advice.
Hearing this, Yang Liuqing quickly calmed down, spreading out his perception to form a huge crescent.
Any attack that touched the crescent, he could sense in advance.
Thus, he could track the attack trajectories.
This was the perception ability Ke Ling had used before, perfectly replicated.
At that moment, the light swords that had seemed to fly chaotically revealed their movement paths.
In Yang Liuqing’s mind, they simultaneously materialized, forming a three-dimensional model of these paths.
At the center of the model was himself, standing with the black sword.
The movement trajectories of the light swords were completely visible, and he knew exactly what to do next.
Ke Ling’s light swords accelerated toward him.
Just as they were about to get close to Yang Liuqing, the corners of her mouth curled up slightly.
Suddenly, all the light swords changed trajectory again, disrupting Yang Liuqing’s rhythm.
Forcing him to dodge and block frantically, looking utterly flustered.
‘What a little rascal.’
“Master, you need to be able to release and retract your perception freely.”
“If you spread it out that wide, the attacks can just run wild once they get inside.”
“…”
Yang Liuqing was speechless.
‘How can I do it if you don’t teach me?’
‘If I could master one thing and understand ten, and from ten understand a hundred, why would I need to train so hard?’
Knocking down the ten light swords, fine beads of sweat broke out on his forehead.
“Sweat… I’m actually sweating?”
“It’s probably not piss,” Ke Ling said, not attacking immediately, giving him a breather.
“What I mean is, can you even sweat in the Spiritual Space?”
Yang Liuqing was concerned about this.
“Of course you can. Here, you’re not much different from the outside world.”
“The Spiritual Space can reflect your physical information.”
“So, if I’m sweating outside, it will be reflected in the Spiritual Space?”
Yang Liuqing seemed to understand.
“Mm, more or less,”
Ke Ling nodded.
“Changes in the Spiritual Space will also affect the body to some extent.”
“You’re sweating, Master, because you’re too tense.”
“Wait a minute, if I die in the Spiritual Space, will I truly die?!”
Realizing the gravity of the problem, his hand holding the sword trembled.
Ke Ling paused to think.
“Strictly speaking, yes.”
“That’s too dangerous!”
Yang Liuqing’s hand holding the sword shook slightly.
“Master, please listen to my excuse… no, wait, please let me finish,” Ke Ling waved her hand to calm him down.
“Under normal circumstances, Master is the Spiritual Space itself.”
“To kill you, one must completely destroy the Spiritual Space.”
“There’s a precondition: the Master’s Spiritual Space is invaded and he loses control.”
“Right now, you are very hard to truly kill.”
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