Fairy, don't let your golden finger chase after me!

Chapter 90: More terrifying than 1 million magnetic field lunatics!

The next morning.

Before dawn, Dong Mo and Feng Ling Shuang were summoned to the deck by Yin Ling Su to prepare for sword practice.

Once on deck, Yin Lingsu immediately handed over the task of instructing Xiao Bai to Gu Ziyue, instructing Xiao Bai to follow Gu Ziyue in practicing the Youyue Illusion Sword Technique.

He then personally guided Dong Mo and Feng Ling Shuang in cultivating the Hao Ri Duan Shen Sword that he had given them the day before.

"The Bright Sun Divine Sword is a sword technique created by the White Ape Great Sage Yuan Gong after observing the rotation of the sun. It consists of nine forms. Each form contains the ultimate principles of heaven and earth. Without sufficient talent and comprehension, even a hundred years of hard practice will not be enough to master it."

Yin Lingsu slowly drew the demonic sword Star Constellation Calamity from her waist; the blade gleamed with a cold, eerie light in the morning sun.

"Today I will teach you the first move! A fierce and desolate demise buries the mortal world!"

"Watch closely."

Yin Lingsu twisted her wrist, and the sword's edge drew a mysterious arc in the air.

In that instant, her entire demeanor changed drastically.

The original sharp edge disappeared, replaced by a deep, almost deathly, chilling aura.

The Starry Sky Tribulation sword spun slowly in her hand. Wherever the sword passed, the air seemed to be sucked away and the light seemed to be swallowed up. A black phantom sun slowly rose behind her.

A black sun rose behind Yin Lingsu, and a terrifying devouring power emanated from the sword's edge, as if it wanted to bury all things in the world in that eternal darkness.

Dong Mo's eyes widened. Although he had already comprehended this sword intent through the system, seeing Yin Lingsu unleash it in person still gave him a profound shock.

The feeling is like someone who thought they understood a certain principle, but when they actually see someone putting it into practice to the extreme, they realize how superficial their previous understanding was.

Feng Ling Shuang, standing beside her, was completely mesmerized. Her azure eyes were fixed on Yin Ling Su's movements, as if stars were twinkling within them. Her fingers trembled slightly as she subconsciously mimicked the trajectory of Yin Ling Su's sword.

A moment later, Yin Lingsu sheathed her sword and stood up, the black sun behind her vanishing without a trace.

"Did you understand?" she asked.

Feng Ling Shuang took a deep breath, a glint of eagerness flashing in her eyes: "This disciple would like to give it a try."

Yin Lingsu raised an eyebrow and gestured for him to proceed.

Feng Ling Shuang drew the Phoenix Cry Sword from her waist, closed her eyes, and carefully recalled Yin Ling Su's actions just now.

A moment later, she opened her eyes.

The Phoenix Cry Sword slowly rotated in her hand, and a faint black sword light condensed on the blade.

Although the sword light was extremely weak, and compared to the power that Yin Lingsu had just displayed, it was like a firefly compared to the bright moon, the chilling and murderous sword intent was already beginning to take shape.

A hint of surprise flashed in Yin Lingsu's eyes.

This girl's talent is even greater than she expected!

To be able to imitate the rudiments of sword intent after just one glance—such comprehension is rare even in the entire cultivation world.

"Not bad." Yin Lingsu rarely praised him, "To achieve this level on your first attempt is already very good."

Feng Ling Shuang sheathed her sword and stood up, a slight smile playing on her lips. Then she turned her head and glanced at Dong Mo.

There was a hint of smugness and provocation in his eyes.

Dong Mo: "..."

Alright, the Chosen One truly lives up to his name.

However, he's now cheating, with the system directly bestowing upon him sword intent insights. What is a mere chosen one of destiny?

"Dong Mo, why don't you give it a try?" Yin Lingsu's gaze fell on Dong Mo.

To be honest, she had higher expectations for Dong Mo than for Feng Ling Shuang.

After all, this kid is a prodigy who can even comprehend the Kunpeng Treasure Technique! While the Radiant Sun Divine Severing Sword is profound, with his almost freakish comprehension, he should be able to…

However, after an incense stick had burned...

Yin Lingsu stared blankly at Dong Mo's crooked sword swinging, her heart filled with deep self-doubt.

Is this really Dong Mo, who has mastered the Kunpeng Treasure Technique and imitated the divine charm of the Sword Opening the Heavenly Gate?

At this moment, Dong Mo gripped the sword hilt with both hands, his body stiff as a log. He gritted his teeth, fine beads of sweat appearing on his forehead, trying his best to imitate Yin Lingsu's movements.

But no matter how hard he tried, his body just wouldn't cooperate.

Even though he had gone over the essentials of the sword moves countless times in his mind, and the chilling, murderous intent of the sword was still clearly imprinted deep in his soul, when it came to actual practice, his hands and feet were like rented ones, completely uncooperative.

The sword staggered through the air, failing to even produce a wisp of sword light, let alone the black phantom of the sun. It even nearly tripped over itself due to the excessive force.

"puff."

A suppressed laugh came from the side.

Dong Mo's face instantly turned bright red.

"Again." Yin Lingsu took a deep breath, suppressing her doubts, and walked behind Dong Mo. She reached out and pressed down on his wrist. "Don't be so stiff with your wrist, relax a bit. When wielding the sword, the power should start from the ground, pass through your waist and abdomen, reach your wrist, and finally burst out from the blade..."

Yin Lingsu adjusted Dong Mo's posture hand in hand, patiently guiding him through every detail.

However, Dong Mo's performance was still abysmal.

Yin Lingsu remained silent, staring intently at Dong Mo.

Something's not right. This is too wrong. How could someone who can comprehend the Kunpeng Treasure Technique, someone who can imitate the essence of the Sword Opening the Heavenly Gate, someone who can refine third-rate swordsmanship into a first-rate effect! How could they not even be able to master the most basic sword moves?

Moreover, Feng Ling Shuang, a Foundation Establishment cultivator, was able to imitate the rudimentary form of sword intent after only one look. How could Dong Mo, a Golden Core cultivator, be so much worse than her?

Unless… Yin Lingsu’s eyes narrowed slightly. Unless this kid is hiding his true abilities.

So he pretended that he couldn't learn it, and deliberately showed weakness in front of Feng Ling Shuang, so that Feng Ling Shuang would learn the sword moves first and he would lose the bet with Feng Ling Shuang!

Thinking of this, Yin Lingsu's face turned completely cold.

Little did Yin Lingsu know that Dong Mo wasn't hiding his talents at all; rather, he had fallen into the vicious cycle of "those who learn from me live, those who imitate me die"—a classic case of blindly imitating others without understanding their true nature!

After watching Yin Lingsu's demonstration, Dong Mo tried desperately to imitate the momentum of Yin Lingsu's sword strike. However, lacking a solid foundation, Dong Mo's imitation became less and less accurate, to the point that even the most basic sword moves were distorted by his practice!

Dong Mo was still panting heavily when he suddenly felt the temperature around him drop sharply, and a chilling killing intent erupted from Yin Lingsu.

Dong Mo subconsciously looked up and saw Yin Lingsu staring at him expressionlessly. The Star Tribulation sword in her hand had been drawn at some point, its blade gleaming with a chilling light.

"Uh... Master?" Dong Mo swallowed hard, instinctively sensing danger. "What are you doing...?"

"Dong Mo," Yin Lingsu's voice was as cold as ice, "What's with that expression? What's with that look in your eyes? And what's with those movements? Is this deliberate attempt to hide your true abilities fair to your opponent?"

Upon hearing this, Dong Mo was instantly stunned.

Huh? Hiding one's talents? Who's hiding their talents?

Me...me?

Dong Mo opened his mouth, wanting to say that he had clearly given it his all, but before he could speak, Yin Lingsu had already taken a fighting stance.

"Since you're unwilling to reveal your true strength, then I'll have to help you myself!"

She twirled the Star Constellation Calamity sword in her hand, its blade already aimed at Dong Mo's throat.

Dong Mo: "???"

No, Master, wait! Let me explain! I'm really not hiding my abilities! I just genuinely can't learn it!

But Yin Lingsu gave him no chance to explain. With a light touch of her toes, she transformed into a blur, her Star Tribulation, carrying a chilling killing intent, aimed straight for Dong Mo's throat!

The sword strike was incredibly fast, and a sharp sonic boom even echoed in the air.

Upon seeing this, Dong Mo's pupils suddenly contracted. He tried to dodge, but his body couldn't react in time.

Just as the sword was about to pierce his throat, his double pupils suddenly glowed with a golden light.

The eyeball, covered in golden spiritual energy, caught the trajectory of the sword at the last second.

Dong Mo suddenly tilted his head back. A few strands of yellow hair were severed by the sword energy and fluttered in the morning breeze.

The Starfall Blade grazed his nose, and the icy chill of its blade sent shivers down his spine.

Dong Mo staggered back several steps, barely managing to regain his balance. His chest heaved violently, and large drops of cold sweat streamed down his face.

That last sword strike was serious. This madwoman was aiming for his throat! Was she planning to kill him? Or was she planning to stop attacking before striking him?

Dong Mo didn't know. All he knew was that if he hadn't dodged that sword strike, he would now have a transparent hole in his throat.

"Oh?"

Yin Lingsu's eyes lit up, and the corners of her mouth slowly turned up.

"You actually managed to dodge my sword strike? It seems... you were indeed holding back."

Dong Mo: "..."

No! I didn't! Don't talk nonsense!

"Well then, the next move... if you don't take it seriously, you really will die..."

Yin Lingsu brandished the Starry Calamity sword as if wiping away the blood that stained its blade. A smile spread across her face as she approached Dong Mo step by step. To Dong Mo, that smile was more terrifying than a hundred billion magnetic field freaks!