75 Young Lady, What Is Your Name? (1/2)

“Master, please accept my respect.”

Wang Lu had successfully used this master recruitment trick to cause a number of heavy losses of tableware and made the young girl chef somewhat at a loss.

“H-how could this be? I just sojourned at the Spirit Sword Sect to study; how can I overstep my boundary and be your master? Moreover, don’t you people from the Nine Regions highly value your master-disciple tradition? Wouldn’t doing this besmirch your Master’s dignity!?”

Wang Lu laughed. “My Master doesn’t even have integrity, where would she have her dignity? Rest assured, no harm’s done.”

“B...but.” The girl obviously still has some misgivings.

Wang Lu didn’t say anything; he just bent down and prostrated himself once more.

“Okay, okay, I get it, if it’s just the sword art training partner, I’m fine with it. But, I’m not your Master, and you’re not my disciple.”

Wang Lu smiled. “Sure!”

——

In that afternoon, Wang Lu realized how fierce this Western Chef was.

She came to the Spirit Sword Sect four years ago, and in these four years, she rarely ventured out the Misty Peak Cafeteria, as that place was also her lodging. She also never outwardly showed her skills to outsiders, therefore, Wang Lu never expected that this young girl was actually so formidable.

At the Misty Peak practice fields, Wang Lu, with his Purple Soft Sword, was forced to go all out against this girl with her wooden sword. Soft Cloud Sword Art, Winding Step, a month long sword cultivation from the various sword arts, the ninth level of Non-Phase Sword Bone, as well as the Core Cultivation Method of the eighth level of Qi Cultivating Stage… he combined these all to form a very tight defense. Wang Lu was confident that his defense would give even lower level Foundation Establishment cultivator a headache...

However, in the face of such a strong defense from Wang Lu, the blonde girl only used three sword moves before it fell apart.

The first sword move was a straight strike on the head; the wooden sword put a Mt. Tai-like pressure on his head, which caused Wang Lu’s defense to collapse and reveal an opening! The second sword move was still the same strike on the head. This time, it turned Wang Lu’s situation in disarray, and his qi and blood churned. The third sword move was yet another strike on the head. This time, it jarred the Purple Soft Sword loose from his hand, causing it to fly away. Thus, ultimately, Wang Lu’s struggle ended up in failure.

After these three sword strikes, Wang Lu willingly accepted her superiority.

The girl didn’t depend purely on brute force to win. Although she exerted herself at least equal to that of Wang Lu, but her three sword strikes actually won against him. These three sword strikes seemed simple at first, but hidden inside were many subtle moves!

At the same time, from that three sword strikes, Wang Lu was able to discern the girl’s distinctive sword art.

According to the standard in the Nine Regions, the girl’s moves were undoubtedly unconventional. Her sword moves were without any formed repertoire. Just now, those three sword strikes were sent as if “in passing” and “without care”, like heavenly steed soaring across the sky, but each sword strike were aimed at strategic points, and each of her body movements was exquisitely peerless… In other words, a formless move.

However, according to the Lady Boss’s theory, was there any swordplay that didn’t rely on assuming a form? Even practicing basic skill shouldn’t just be attempted in vain. Otherwise, one might as well go to fight by putting firecrackers on their buttocks and light it up. It wasn’t that there wasn’t a truly formless swordsmanship, but the premise was that their swordsmanship ought to have reached perfection.

Western Continent Swordplay was different than the Nine Regions. Although they didn’t have too many types of sword art, ultimately, their sword art system was already similarly matured and sophisticated… Some times ago, when the Lady Boss was idle, she had explained this mystery to Wang Lu, and even personally ended it up with a demonstration. However, the blond girl’s swordplay was completely different than those mature system.

To quote Lady Boss’s point of view once again: in this world, if one wanted to enter the Realm of Formless Move, there was only one way.

Fighting many battles and becoming battle hardened.

If he reached the pinnacle of this road… even the Lady Boss would be unwilling to be his enemy.

In other words, this blonde cook was at least on the same level as the Lady Boss!

Of course, this could also apply to the size of her chest...

In short, with this great master in swordsmanship helping him in practice, he did not need to worry anymore. Just now, he was defeated with just three sword moves, but after experiencing these three sword moves, he had memorized them and thus reaped infinite gain, which his brain needed to deduce countless times to get the conclusion.

“Again.”

The young girl showed a faint smile; she re-griped her wooden sword and attacked his head once again.

This time, Wang Lu still lost on the third move, however, on the third move, the girl didn’t do the overhead strike, but rather a straight thrust at his chest.

After these three sword moves, the girl nodded in satisfaction. “Not bad, not bad. You have such a good perception. With such a disciple like you…” Before she could continue the rest of her words, she suddenly realized her slip of a tongue and immediately shut up, but it was too late.

Wang Lu, of course, already caught this; he immediately jumped in joy. “Haha, you finally admitted that I’m your disciple!”

The young girl stared at him dumbfoundedly. “... I did not.”

“Haha, you obviously did! What are you so ashamed about? It’s just receiving a disciple, not to marry me, otherwise, you have to obediently listen to me…”

“Humph!” The young girl didn’t talk; she just lifted her wooden sword and aimed straight at his head, only this time, she didn’t hold back her strength. As a result, Wang Lu’s Purple Soft Sword flew off from his hand.

“Humph, you can’t even resist that one sword strike, so how could you qualify to be my disciple?”

“What the! That’s cheating!”

“You talk too much!” Another sword strike came at him again; Wang Lu could only stare at her, dumbfounded.

——

For the next month, Wang Lu, under this not quite master-disciple relationship, began the harsh swordsmanship training.

Being called “harsh” was not excessive; the blonde girl was not a benevolent teacher, or more accurately, she didn’t know how to teach. Her swordsmanship foundation was excellent; she even had an orthodox training. However, what really made her reach the pinnacle of swordsmanship was actually the accumulated experience from thousands of fight.

Therefore, for her, swordsmanship training was nothing more than the actual fight of two swords. As a result, she only had one method to train Wang Lu: letting him remember with his body.