The female lead thought she had a "proud and arrogant" character script.

A warm sensation came from my face.

Luo Qingcheng's expression kept changing as he struggled to open his eyes.

The first thing you see is Hu Muyu's mischievous smile.

Seeing that she was awake, Hu Muyu snapped his fingers, extinguishing the flame on his fingers.

He said to Luo Qingcheng, who looked completely bewildered and didn't know what day it was, "Little sister, you're finally awake."

what?

Seeing that she looked sleepy, Hu Muyu reached out and rubbed her head. "Don't forget that we need to gather at the training ground at 5 a.m. today."

Luo Qingcheng then realized what had happened.

She looked up and saw that the sunlight on the horizon had broken through the shackles of the night.

Oh no! Time's almost up!

Luo Qingcheng sat up abruptly and hurriedly thanked Hu Muyu: "Thank you so much, Senior Sister. I would have been late if it weren't for you!"

Hu Muyu waved his hand, "No need to be polite, it was just something I said."

He then announced in high spirits that he was going to practice his swordsmanship and left.

Luo Qingcheng walked around a pile of debris on the ground and pulled Wanwan, who was still curled up and fast asleep, out of the pile. "Wanwan, get up quickly! It's too late!"

Wanwan, her eyes still blurry, got up and rubbed them.

When Luo Qingcheng saw that she was awake, he quickly washed up and changed his clothes.

She suddenly fell asleep yesterday, so the matter of confirming the location of the training ground was temporarily put aside. Therefore, we need to act quickly now and allow time to find the location.

Although Wanwan is young, it is clear that she is already used to living independently and moves very quickly.

After Luo Qingcheng was ready, Wanwan grabbed her hand, and the two rushed out the door together.

At this time, diligent people are either on their way to the training ground or have already arrived and started their morning practice.

They didn't encounter the worst-case scenario and successfully followed the crowd to the training ground.

At a glance, I spotted a group of new disciples who stood out in the crowd. Not long after I walked over, a handsome man dressed in the inner disciple's robes strolled over lazily.

He didn't seem to be counting heads. He picked at his ear, as if he hadn't woken up yet, and his voice wasn't loud. If you weren't paying attention, you couldn't hear him at all. He introduced himself first, "I am Xu Tianxin, who is in charge of teaching you basic swordsmanship."

"I'll only demonstrate once, so watch carefully."

The moment he drew his sword, Xu Tianxin's originally lazy demeanor instantly transformed into a sharp one, and his previously somewhat crooked body straightened up, like a sword drawn from its sheath.

The Elementary Swordplay of the Wenjian Sect consists of two parts: Elementary Sword Techniques and Elementary Mental Cultivation.

Luo Qingcheng stared wide-eyed as he saw Xu Tianxin's movements were unpredictable, sometimes slow and sometimes fast, and her body moved up and down, left and right, making it completely incomprehensible.

With a "whoosh!", before she could even take in the whole sequence of movements, the sword was already sheathed.

Xu Tianxin reverted to her usual lazy demeanor, shrugging her shoulders and slumping over, asking listlessly, "Did you see it clearly?"

"Look carefully!" came a chorus of agreement.

Luo Qingcheng looked left and right in surprise. The disciples on both sides seemed to be deep in thought. She quickly looked down at the youngest one, Wanwan, trying to find the organization.

……

Wanwan has facial paralysis, so she couldn't tell whether Wanwan would actually recover or not.

So she was the only one who didn't remember any of the movements clearly?!

Xu Tianxin's face showed a relieved expression. He was happy that these people hadn't wasted his time. His tone softened considerably as he said, "Very good. Buy any copy of the 'Elementary Mind Technique' you like. I'll come back to check your progress in a month. Dismissed!"

Luo Qingcheng: ...

Isn't this a bit too casual?

System: [Host, don't worry, this system has recorded the conversation.]

Luo Qingcheng: !!!

[System! I've misunderstood you all along!]

She was so touched!

She thought the system had been unwilling to be bound to her all along, and that not digging pits or dragging her down was already a sign of professional ethics. In reality, she wished the system would die soon so it could find its next spring!

system:……

In a sense, host, your idea is correct.

Forget it, don't tell her.

Luo Qingcheng led Wanwan to a corner and took out an ordinary iron sword from his storage bag.

Show me the video.

[receive!]

From Luo Qingcheng's perspective, a phantom Xu Tianxin appeared, demonstrating her sword skills on the open ground in front of her.

But it was too fast!

She has no foundation and no understanding of swords. At present, she is not like those protagonists with MAX sword talent, who can form a sword move with a single tremor and then have spirit with another. If this continues for a month, she probably won't even be able to imitate the basic appearance.

[Can I turn it on at 0.5x speed?]

[……Can.]

Luo Qingcheng breathed a sigh of relief; now she might have a glimmer of hope.

After Luo Qingcheng stumbled through the 0.5X video recording and practiced once, he looked to the side and saw that Wanwan, holding a miniature wooden sword, could already perform sword moves smoothly.

Luo Qingcheng: ...

For the first time, she began to doubt her own identity as Feng Aotian.

[System... Am I really the chosen one, the woman of destiny?]

[……Yes.]

Luo Qingcheng's expression was resolute.

She gripped the sword in her hand tightly again.

Since we've come all this way, we can't just slink away and give up without even being able to ascend, can we?

Horizontal slash, straight thrust, oblique point, upward lift.

Once, once, and again!

One more time! One more time!

My arms are so sore, and my hand holding the sword is trembling.

Sweat dripped from my forehead and stung my eyes.

She bit her lip, clearly exhausted, yet unwilling to stop.

The helplessness I felt along the way flashed through my mind.

Master Luo of the capital, a lewd beggar, a snake coiled around his body, a strange old man, a snow monster that almost killed Red Bean, and an emperor in a dream world.

Most importantly, there's the helplessness within myself!

She wanted to become stronger, even though she had no spiritual roots and her meridians were broken!

She's determined to become stronger! Because she's ambitious and will never compromise!

Unbeknownst to him, Luo Qingcheng entered a mysterious state.

These movements seemed as if she had already learned them before; even if her mind had forgotten them, her body had already memorized them through hundreds and thousands of repetitions.

The sword moves, which were originally executed in a rigid and sequential manner, seemed to suddenly come to life.

A white figure seemed to appear before her, exchanging blows with her.

With each attack and defense, each advance and retreat, her body seemed to possess its own will, spontaneously unleashing one sword technique after another in response to the white shadow's attacks.

All of Bai Ying's attacks were traceable!

She knew what she had to do!

Using only Professor Xu Tianxin's basic sword techniques, Luo Qingcheng gradually went from barely resisting to being evenly matched and finally suppressing his opponent.

As Luo Qingcheng delivered his final upward slash, he deflected Bai Ying's sword, sending it to the ground.

The outcome is decided!

She couldn't help but smile with delight.

Panting heavily, my eyes were blurred by the rising steam.

I heard a familiar voice beside me, "Qingcheng?"

Then the white figure in front of her disappeared, and Luo Qingcheng saw Wanwan staring at her expressionlessly.

However, her tone revealed Wanwan's inner emotions.

She stammered worriedly, "Qingcheng, are you... alright?"

Luo Qingcheng then realized that it was already late at night.

The training ground was almost empty.

The cicadas chirped in the summer heat. She looked up and saw the sky dotted with stars. A night breeze gently blew away the heat from Luo Qingcheng's body.

[Host?]

"Qingcheng?"

Luo Qingcheng looked at the sword in his hand and chuckled softly, "I'm fine."

It couldn't be better.